The smell of dust and filth that constantly lingered in the air made Charlotte's expression frown in disgust. It was the first time that she entered such a dirty town, but since she doesn't have any choice, she could only follow.

The group entered the Bazaar without any problems and Caitlyn chatted with the two, explaining all sorts of rules inside the Bazaar.

As a place where the outlaws, exiled and people isolated or condemned by society gathered, there were sets of rules which prevented them from wantonly killing anybody inside the Bazaar.

The unknown expert that established this safe haven for criminals placed a formation which would track everybody who set foot inside the City. Not only that, if murdered someone in here, the formation would track their Soul Signature and forcefully teleport them somewhere inside the Great Wilderness of Torb.

Dan nodded his head in understanding while Charlotte frowned in confusion. Dan understood the reasoning of these rules. If these rules were not established. This small town would be filled with the smell of blood and murder.

But still, even if murder wasn't allowed, injuring someone was possible for as long as the other party still had a breath of life within him. As they continued on their path, Caitlyn turned to Dan and asked, "Did you notice something odd about this town?" A small bitter smile hung on her lips and Dan knitted his eyebrows for a moment before saying, "Indeed, there's something odd, but the answer for my question can be answered with common sense..."

Caitlyn turned her head away in a bitter gesture and Dan shook his head, not wanting to talk about it anymore. Just as Charlotte asked about what they talked about.

A feminine pain filled voice echoed in the dark alleyway paired with a huffing and puffing of a man. Charlotte turned around along with Dan and found a young woman crying in pain, she gripped the hand that held her hair in a defiant manner but the man that mounted her from behind continued his thrust.

The young woman noticed their gazes and turned to look at the group with a pleading gaze in her eyes.

Charlotte opened her mouth and was about to shout before Dan covered it with his palm. Staring at her with a stern glare, she didn't have any choice but to shut up as they continued their journey towards the Tyrannical Jollibee's Base.

Each Gang or Organization that established itself within this town would have a set of territory for them. But since the town was small. Fights would often breakout against those Gangs from the outside that wanted to establish a foothold inside the City.

Because of the curfew that the formation of the Bazaar enforced, those unaffiliated men would be thrown out of the Bazaar if they didn't have an authorized place to stay such as an Inn or a Base.

These were the reasons why compet.i.tion within this Bazaar was so fierce that at least a hundred people from these organizations would die, every day.

Arriving at their small base, Caitlyn summoned the other members of the Gang that numbered at least fifty people inside a huge hall inside church looking warehouse that gave off a smell of thick filth and mold.

At this moment, Caitlyn asked Dan and Charlotte to check out their temporary residence. However since both of them were men and the Gang lacked enough facilities to house themselves, Dan and Charlotte had to share a small bed which could only fit three children sleeping beside each other.

When they arrived inside their room which looked like a small storehouse, Charlotte couldn't endure it anymore and said, "Why didn't you help her, earlier? She was clearly being forced by that man!" Even if Charlotte couldn't understand the actions of the two, she could still feel the pleading and sorrow within the young woman's eyes.

Dan's inhumane actions disappointed her as she glared right into his cold eyes. Staring at the fierce-looking young woman, Dan's expression turned cold. Grabbing her wrist and throwing her on the bed, he said, "Will you stop being naive? We're in a city filled with criminals and crime is an everyday occurrence here! If you do not want me to abandon you, then shut up and adapt!"

He harshly scolded, what a joke. If Dan couldn't even return at the Empire of Eternal Faith, what use was Mathias' reward for him if he couldn't enjoy it? He inwardly thought.

Charlotte stared at Dan with tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She didn't expect that Dan whom she shared those harsh days back at the Wilderness would be so mean at her.

It was the first time that she was reprimanded by someone. Even her father, endlessly doted on her and didn't dare to dwell on her mistakes, but he? Someone whom she really didn't know actually did something like that to her?

Rage filled her chest and her chest heaved in response, slapping his hand away from her wrist, she turned around and walked away, exiting through the backdoor so now one from the Gang could see her leave.

Dan shook his head in disappointment, a spoiled brat's att.i.tude really is too different from those who could accept his circ.u.mstances. Walking outside, he took Caitlyn's attention and said, "Caitlyn, I have some matters to handle in here first, Do your announcement at night," Caitlyn didn't have any problems about it but there's a matter that bugged her, what matters is he talking about? Isn't it the first time that he came to this Bazaar? She became puzzled but since Dan was already gone from her sight, she could only muse to herself.

Charlotte walked through the bronze looking muddy path with her figure s.h.i.+vering. At this time, she returned to her previous figure and the shabby, torn clothes that she wore didn't hide the beauty that she had as literally every man who noticed her followed her figure all the while licking their lips in response.

One of them that had a cultivation of a peak Flesh Tempering Realm crushed a jadeslip and transmitted this information to his boss. Taking a jade token from his pouch, he flashed it at those greedy b.a.s.t.a.r.ds around him and they immediately shut up.

What a farce! He possessed the jade token of the Black Widow Gang! Inside this Bazaar, one could offend the formation that guarded the Bazaar, but one should definitely not offend this Black Widow Gang or else, your corpse would be seen by the sewers the next day.

His flas.h.i.+ng of the jade token declared the message that none should touch the woman other than the Black Widow Gang. He then stood up and observed the young woman with his sharp eyes.

Noticing that her movement looked irregular and her breathing, hastened in exhaustion, it could only mean one thing, first, she didn't have a cultivation and second, she was currently injured.

Since it was impossible to cross the Great Green Desert and the Great Wilderness of Torb without having any cultivation, the answer should be the latter. He inwardly thought and carefully approached the young woman all the while holding the jade token of his Gang closely on his chest.

Charlotte continued her walk for about twenty more minutes before she became tired. At this time, she regretted walking away from the Base and had some thoughts in returning as the kind voice of an auntie echoed before her.

"Oh? Young miss, are you okay? You look like you're having a hard time..." Charlotte turned around and found a forty-years-old woman staring at her. Seeing the wrinkles on the old woman's face when she smiled, Charlotte knew that she should be a kind auntie as she said, "Yes, auntie, I am quite thirsty, do you have some water that I can drink?"

"You're dizzy? Come, come, come inside, the sun has been s.h.i.+ning so hot since morning even this auntie is becoming faint..." She gestured with her hand and Charlotte happily obliged after finding out shelter.

The auntie prepared a gla.s.s of water and Charlotte chugged it down without any hesitation. The two talked at each other with Charlotte mostly complaining about a heartless someone until her body suddenly felt wobbly and hot.

"I'm hot, auntie, I'm hot..." Charlotte moaned in pain, her eyes looked glazed and her cheeks shone in a rosy color.

"Yes, you will definitely be hot after drinking the strongest aphrodisiac available in this Desert Bazaar..." The auntie's voice became filled with disdain, turning around, she shouted, "Young Master Roger, it seems like this girl is a pretty naive and innocent one, it didn't even take me that much to complete my mission."

Behind the darkness at the corner of the room, a thin silhouette of a young man emerged. Charlotte froze in despair when she felt the probing gazes of the man and the desire within his eyes.

"This smell, ahh..." The young man sniffed the air and covered his mouth as he exclaimed in ecstasy, his body twisted and a tent propped on his lower body.

The auntie noticed Charlotte's apprehension as she stretched her out and affectionately rubbed her head, "Don't worry little sweetheart, as long as you can satisfy young master Roger, he would never let anyone hurt a strand of your hair.

Charlotte stared at the auntie whose expression distorted into a vicious smile in horror, Satisfy, what satisfy? She had an inkling about what the auntie was saying and in the end, she remembered the moment where that man was forcing that young woman earlier when they arrived.

The realization sent her deep into an abyss of despair as tears spilled from her eyes. She wanted to struggle but she couldn't gather strength in her body. The only sensation that she felt was throbbing, almost painful sensation deep within her lower body.

The young man licked his lips, moving close to Charlotte, he stretched his index finger and stuck his tongue out, tasting her tears.

"You need not worry about everything, sweetheart, it won't be painful, the sensation would be the same as stepping into heaven..."

Charlotte didn't reply. The only thought that she had in her mind was how naive and stupid she was, shoving away someone that genuinely cared for her. If she could reverse time, she would never do something like that again and would definitely stay right at his side, where she felt the most secure.

As the young man took her pants off, he stretched his hand and stripped her clean. Utmost despair filled Charlotte's mind and heart as the young man spread her legs and prepared himself.

Closing her eyes, Charlotte could only resign herself to faith. Her cultivation and strength were suppressed, there was nothing that she could do. Staring at the ceiling, her eyes looked blank and void of life, but just as she lost all hope, a gunshot echoed in the room followed by a cold voice that said,

"It took me quite long to find you, and now. Are you still gonna be that naive and refuse to adapt?"