Yin Yi stared wide-eyed, not daring to say a word.
From the looks of it, this was probably some sort of creature Mr. Lynn kept as a pet. Hell certainly lived up to its name-every imaginable bizarre creature really did exist here.
But clearly...
The Little Darling Mr. Lynn had mentioned seemed to have defected to the enemy. Right now, they were even drinking and laughing with creatures from the Flesh God Cult.
Anyone who saw that would probably be furious.
And now that Mr. Lynn was here, she had no idea how he would deal with them...
Yet Lynn remained in no hurry. His face still bore that carefree, relaxed expression as he strolled leisurely along behind the Flesh Humanoid, just like a genuine customer.
"Hey, where exactly are we going? Don't keep me waiting. Do you want my business or not?"
The Flesh Humanoid hurried forward with a fawning smile, pushed open a door in the Back Courtyard, and said:
"We're here! Please come in, sir. We keep all our girls penned up together in here. Whatever type you want, we have it! Your satisfaction is guaranteed!"
Intrigued, Lynn leaned on his cane and followed him into the room.
And the very next moment...
Lynn immediately saw one "slave girl" after another, stripped naked and penned up inside the room with iron chains around their necks.
Then the smile froze on Lynn's face.
"These are the... girls you were talking about?"
Inside a large, hastily dug pit in the room, writhing Flesh Humanoids covered in tentacles were penned up like pigs. Collars and chains hung around their necks, and the enormous single eyes on their faces were half-open in a drugged-looking stupor as they squirmed and crowded together in clumps.
The sight was utterly devastating-the kind that could