65 The First Enemy 1 (1/2)

”The first flaw is stupidity.”

”Second is impulsiveness.”

”Third is letting people know how obviously she cares for others, thus giving away her weaknesses.”

”If a person like that can't be called dumb, then what? Brain-dead?”

Clarissa chuckled merrily as she conversed with the system. When the people around her noticed her good mood, they all turned to her with shocked and frightened faces as it was common knowledge among them that Clarissa was the most dangerous whenever she was like this. Seven out of ten chances, an innocent person would die. The people around her already lost count of the ways she employed to play those unlucky ones to death.

The laughing girl swept everyone an amused gaze before waving her right hand off, ”Don't mind me. Continue.”

She crossed her long legs and remained charmingly seated on a chair her people placed at the middle of a raised platform. She was in a 50 square meters room and a few steps below, there were twenty or so young girls and boys either crying or hurling insults toward her. These kneeling group had two things in common. First, their hands were bound behind them. A few struggling ones were roughly being held in place by the gangsters. Second, these young girls and boys were all good-looking and none of them were inferior to most young celebrities.

”Leader,” the only business clad thirty-something-year-old woman standing nearest to Clarissa spoke up. ”Two-thirds of this batch is sold to us by their parents to pay off their debts.”

”Oh,” Clarissa indifferently nodded, easily getting her assistant's meaning.

This pretty and enchanting girl was actually not just a student or a high-ranking official's woman. She was also a co-leader of a syndicate. Her real underlings were mostly illegal traders, loan sharks, drug dealers, and pimps. Right now, the people accompanying her today were those running her prostitution den.

As for the kneeling bunch, these girls and boys around her age were the new commodities exchanged by their parents or relatives to escape their debts. The rest were those either illegally trafficked or people who offended some rich brats or high-ranking officials.

Since they were now like this, they surely would have no more chance to a bright future.

Oh, well, they could blame fate, their blood-relatives, or her.

But who asked them to be unlucky, naive or lacking in defense against malicious intentions? Who asked them to be weak and easily cheated? Why did they have to let themselves experience setbacks first before learning how to scheme or fight back? Not at all the times would they be given chance to grow and toughen up. Fate was never kind and would never side with anyone.

Now, all of them would end up slaves to anyone that would buy their innocence and body. If they're lucky, maybe one of the patrons would take fancy on them, redeem them, and treasure them. Who could be sure, though? The chance they would remain commodities passed around by the customers here was actually much bigger.

As she thought of this, Clarissa was lazy to even shake her head.

She suddenly remembered that girl again.

If she was not mistaken, that girl's father was also a gambling addict. Her men said he disappeared like bubbles after leaving her daughter a million credits debt.

'That happened more than two months ago, no?'

She received her system's reply a second later.

<System: Two hundred points deducted. Yeah, and you're only one night late into making her pay off the debts in her father's stead. If that tycoon's meddling didn't happen, by now, your flesh business would have gained another star prostitute.>

This response made Clarissa involuntary click her tongue. 'A pity.'

'She luckily escaped from me once. And now, she's trying to go against me.'

Clarissa's eyes flashed with annoyance. But it also swiftly disappeared.

She faced Lydia, the business attired woman, and said. ”Are the invitations sent out? Have you informed our customers and partners about this?”

”Yes. And they're all attending tonight's gathering. City mayor has reserved the prettiest. Three other businessmen also want some of the virgins.”

”They know the price?” She asked with a naughty smile.

Her boring assistant merely nodded. Clarissa then turned to the noisy bunch below, eyeing one particular boy who was cursing at them the loudest. The angry look from that pretty youngster made her laugh. But not long after, she lost interest and proceeded to inspect the other goods.

She stood up and slowly walked towards one of the girls crying there. The said girl was really beautiful, althought still two points inferior than Sofony. This one also looked older, probably 20 or 21. However, the girl was already the prettiest of the bunch.

She grabbed the girl's chin and forcibly made her face her. A few seconds then, she let go of the girl and told Lydia. ”Give this one to that fattie.”

Clarissa said a few more words to remind her people what they should do and then left for another appointment.

There were only a few hours left. Because of this, her syndicate members hurriedly did their work. They began drugging this group of girls and boys so that when the time comes, their costumers would enjoy no opposition, only passionate acceptance.

Evening of the same Saturday, West Alina, in a three story building that was still a normal restaurant an hour ago, two important-looking men sneaked in through a hidden door with one bodyguard each trailing behind them.

Their goal could no longer be more transparent.

The fatter of the two was politely escorted into a lavishly decorated and faintly perfumed room and was greeted by the sight of a scantilly dressed beautiful girl lying invitingly on the red curtained king sized bed. With eyes glazed with lust and desire, she shamefully begged the grinning fat stranger to impale her sacred place. Evidently, she was under the influence of the drugs because if she was in her right mind, she would never think of doing this.