Demi-human Girls Completion Manual
Chapter 222: Forced to take hostage

Chapter 222: Forced to take hostage

Fisher looked at the bustling Bounty Hunters in the distance, then turned his attention to the firearms in their hands. There were at least a hundred of them, and a direct confrontation would easily escalate the risk, especially since the gang running the black market were the underworld of the Imperial City, not to be underestimated.

Above their heads, the battle had reached its climax, even the floorboards quivered gently with the wood, making a faint sound. Moli’s ears perked up a little, but remembering Fisher’s instructions, she didn’t look up. Instead, she imagined the scene based solely on the sounds she heard.

Were they... fighting?

As Moli thought this, her curiosity itched like a cat’s scratch. She wanted to look yet dared not because of Fisher’s words, so she focused intently on listening and used her imagination to compensate for the lack of visuals.

Without speaking, Fisher wouldn’t know what she was thinking. After a short reflection, he came up with a plan. He was about to whisper a few words to Moli when he suddenly caught sight of her long ears drooping beside her face.

After a silent second, he reached out with two fingers, lifted one of her soft ears, and then leaned in closer to tell her something.

"Squeak..."

Moli’s face flushed with a delicate animal-like sound. Fisher was about to release her ear when she voluntarily moved her head closer to him, seemingly signaling him to speak.

Like children whispering in a nursery, Fisher lowered his voice to brief her on the next steps of the plan, then handed his Handcane to Moli.

After hearing Fisher’s words, she clasped the Handcane tightly and nodded her head, as if to say, "Leave it to me."

The rescue operation officially began.

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Wearing a hat and light on her feet, Anna walked into the man-made cave with her hands crossed over her chest, following the gang’s guide.

Many Hunters were resting against the walls in the first half of the cave, and gang members were on watch, surveying for any uninvited guests. The actual black market was a long way deeper inside.

As soon as Anna entered the cave, the eyes of the nearby Bounty Hunters and gang members were instantly drawn to the lady who entered the cramped space, unable to look away.

Her skin was like cream, and her face stunningly beautiful, as if she were an Angel descended from the Mother Goddess to the Mortal World.

Many men swallowed hard. If glares could consume, Anna would have been devoured countless times by those men.

As mentioned before, most Bounty Hunters carried the burden of lives on their shoulders, desperate outlaws and others who joined out of necessity, soon to be stained pitch black by the dye vat of their profession.

The Bounty Hunters who truly made money were mostly involved in life-related businesses—murdering entire families with no personal grudge against them and collecting the bounty with their staring dead eyes.

Had it not been for the group of subordinates following her, these men might have already started planning how to follow the lady and drag her off to a secluded place for their pleasure.

Anna seemed completely accustomed to those yearning stares. Ignoring the disgusting, sticky gazes, she walked at a steady pace, carrying a small bag.

Protected by her entourage, she quickly arrived at the true entrance to the black market, the place to assign tasks and collect bounties.

It was a spacious hall, and despite the deep night, the firelight was still bright. The place was filled with voices of conversation, and the air was laden with the mingling odors of men’s sweat, blood, and alcohol.

Anna felt slightly uncomfortable and covered her nose lightly. Soon, a smiling middle-aged man approached them. His attire was tidy, a far cry from the conventional image of a gangster, and even his well-groomed mustache was twirled at the tips above his lips.

He walked up to Anna, beaming at her while extending a hand,

"Good evening, Lady Anna, I’m Little John of the Vulture Party, and I’m fully in charge of your order. I’m delighted to meet such a beautiful lady on a night like this."

Anna glanced at him but didn’t reach out to shake his hand, continuing to cover her nose and mouth as if she was unwilling to breathe the same air as the place,

"I’m here to collect ’the goods.’ Where are they?"

Unperturbed by the rejection, Little John naturally turned to his subordinates, clearly miffed as he commanded,

"What kind of job are you doing? Lady Anna arrives, and you don’t arrange a private room for our esteemed guest, making her stand out here looking like what? Get a move on! Set up a place and bring over the ’merchandise’ and those couple of guys who completed the order."

His men responded and hurried off deeper into the cave.

Anna took a brief look at Little John and noticed that his earlier appearance of anger switched in an instant, turning to an apologetic smile. He rubbed his hands together awkwardly and motioned her to follow him in a certain direction,

"I’m truly sorry, your arrival was unexpected, and we didn’t prepare in advance... Please, this way. One ’item’ has already been captured; the other two were injured and on the run, but they shouldn’t get far. Actually, you didn’t need to rush over here. There are still two of his partners out there, and it wouldn’t be too late to come after we’ve captured them all."