Mingdu, Crown Prince Xu Tianran's residence.
"Oh? You said Huo Yuhau saved a little girl earlier, then headed toward the Dream Pavilion?"
In a secret chamber, Xu Tianran's eyes gleamed as he questioned the old man before him.
"That's right. Should we send assistance, Your Highness?" the old man asked.
"The Dream Pavilion's connections are tangled roots and interwoven branches. Even I can't rashly step forward to help Huo Yuhao, or I'll stir up all sorts of trouble."
"The Dream Pavilion's backers include not only the scions of Mingdu's nobles and wealthy merchants, but even certain members of the imperial family. Though I don't take part in these dealings, my position makes it inconvenient for me to offend the people behind the Dream Pavilion."
"But if Huo Yuhao takes the lead, perhaps there'll be a way to break this deadlock!"
"There are things the Sun Moon Empire's crown prince cannot do, but the Douluo Continent's foremost god of slaughter can."
As Mingdu's largest brothel, the Dream Pavilion had always been renowned for its richest wines, most extravagant furnishings, and most pleasing girls. Whether a guest preferred lush curves or slender grace, it had everything-even catgirls and rabbit girls with martial soul mutations purchased from the Former Douluo Three Kingdoms. The Dream Pavilion could offer its visitors the finest service.
Precisely for that reason, most of the Dream Pavilion's patrons were nobles or wealthy merchants from Mingdu. Rumor even had it that some imperial scions lingered there, forgetting to return home as they sank into the tenderness and indulgence of warm, fragrant flesh as soft as jade.
Today, however, an uninvited guest arrived outside the Dream Pavilion.
Normally, the patrons coming and going from the Dream Pavilion either reeked of alcohol and arrived with a handful of friends to drink