Hell's Lord saw this scene as well. However, his face was ashen and an ominous aura permeated from his body. The female brothel keeper who wanted to come near stood still in place and could not manage a smile.
He stared at Feng Jiu with a calm, dark face. He asked in extreme anger, "That's the most important thing you said?"
"Hey hey, not this one. It's those at the back."
As if she hadn't seen his anger, Feng Jiu raised her chin and motioned him to look at the lithe and graceful women coming down from the second floor, and said: "I spent a hefty price to have the female brothel keeper select some of the brothel performers. See if they are nice to look at."
Hell's Lord took a quick glance at Feng Jiu while trying to restrain his impulse to strangle her. He flicked his sleeves and left.
"Young Master…"
