Su Ming had a wealth of experience dealing with all kinds of pranksters.
But he had no intention of entering the building. He merely looked up at the height of the window, then took out a bag of gold and gave it a shake as he said to the woman soliciting customers:
"Find an excuse to lure the sister in his room outside. I'll give you three minutes."
"You're very generous, strange sir, but may I ask why?" The woman was clearly a little frightened. Giving directions was one thing; getting involved in something she did not understand was another.
Marden was the deputy of Stephen, the leader of the city's Gunslingers. His status in the city could be described as second only to one and above all others. If that man succeeded in his plan to establish a kingdom, Marden would inevitably become the prime minister while also serving as the court's Great Mage.
In any case, he was definitely not someone a woman like her could afford to provoke.
"Don't be afraid. I just want to play a little joke on our Mr. Marden. He must be curious about what sort of joke I'll make too. I guarantee you, madam, he won't take it out on you."
Deathstroke patted the woman's arm and gave her a gentle, courteous smile.
He already had rugged, highly charismatic looks, and the polite manner he had brought from a civilized society was naturally more persuasive than the filthy men of this dark age.
The woman hesitated briefly, then lowered her voice.
"Pay first."
No matter how handsome he was, he still had to pay. That was the rule of the trade.
Su Ming handed her the money without hesitation. After all, gold was something he had plenty of.
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