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On the contrary, it had a picturesque beauty.

"Eh?"

The expression on Rod's face was strange.

What the hell?

Since when did the streetwalkers in the Lighthouse Country have this level of quality?

Rod, who originally had no interest in streetwalkers, felt a little out of control looking at this woman.

To be honest, whether it was her figure, temperament, or appearance, this woman's aspects perfectly aligned with his desires.

It was a waste of resources for such a woman to be on the streets.

Men have two great hobbies: persuading virtuous women to enter prostitution and persuading prostitutes to reform.

The only thought in Rod's mind now was that he had to turn this public bus into a private one today.

If it was a piece of old furniture that had been used and abused, he would of course have no interest in privatizing it.

But the temperament of this woman clearly showed that she was new to this line of work.

Being watched by the people around her, she would even subconsciously avoid their gazes, a typical defensive mentality.

This was not the correct reaction of an experienced streetwalker.

Didn't you see those streetwalkers next door, when other men looked at them, they couldn't wait to press their chests against their faces?

Afraid that they wouldn't be noticed.

Only this woman, standing there like an idiot, was afraid that others would look at her more.

Rod saw several men with ideas go up to inquire, but after the woman said a few words, these men turned around and left.

Muttering as they left.

"OMG, are you crazy, ten thousand dollars?"

"Why don't you just rob someone."

"Even if the First Lady came, it wouldn't be worth that price. Who do you think you are?"

Chapter 88: Why are you taking off my clothes!

Ten thousand dollars?

Hiss!

Rod was about to walk over when he heard the disgruntled curses of those few guys who had been rejected.

His expression couldn't help but become a little strange.

Was she inlaid with gold or diamonds?

The wear and tear fee was a bit too outrageous.

You know, those streetwalkers around, could be worn down for as little as tens of dollars.

Those who were prettier, with a superior figure, would cost no more than a few hundred dollars for a single session.

No matter how beautiful, a wear and tear fee of over a thousand dollars was already an exaggeration.

After all, the people of the Lighthouse Country do not have the hobby of inflating car repair prices.

Unlike in China, a group of idle simps, who have nothing better to do, drive up the prices quite high.

Working hard to move bricks for half a month, when they meet a beautiful lady, a few "brothers" and half a month's effort is gone.

It's just that there are too many idle people.

"No wonder there's no business opening."

Rod suddenly understood why such a beautiful woman was standing here, and no one was going up to talk to her.

It was estimated that they were all scared off by this terrifying price.

Not everyone is a billionaire.

She was just a pretty woman, no matter how rich people were, they wouldn't be willing to take out ten thousand dollars just to polish their weapons.

With this money, they could find a slightly less attractive streetwalker and enjoy a comfortable month of being taken care of.

"Hey, baby, you look bored standing here alone."

"Why don't you come with us for a drink? Have some fun?"

Suddenly, three black guys with wretched faces surrounded the woman.

The surrounded woman retreated in a panic, and was quickly forced into the corner.

Looking at the three wretched black men approaching her with a look of panic and helplessness.

She opened her mouth to ask for help, but no one around came forward to help, they all pretended not to see it.

This was the black market, a place for illegal transactions, let alone three tall and strong black men.

A prostitute who came out to sell, it was okay to take advantage of her, after all, she came out to do this.

No one would feel pity for this kind of woman who sells her body for profit.

As long as no one is killed.

Seeing the three black men approaching and forcibly taking the woman away.

To start a three-black-one-white, three kings and one queen, eighteen forbidden plot.

"You can't do this! Even if she's a prostitute, she has the freedom to defend her rights."

A white man passing by saw this scene and couldn't help but stand up and try to stop them.

But before he could speak, he was directly knocked down by two unhappy black men with a punch and kicked a few times.

Immediately curled up, wailing and begging for mercy.

"F*ck, whoever dares to interfere, I'll stuff his head into his ass!"

One of the black men raised his head, looking at the surrounding crowd with a face full of arrogance.

The fierce appearance of the three black men instantly made the people around who were originally ready to move become honest.

Looking at the large muscles on these three black men, they knew that they were obviously not easy to mess with.

Even if three or five people went up together, it was estimated that they would not be able to beat them.

If one or two people went up, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

It's not worth risking yourself for a prostitute who sells her body, what if you get beaten to death?

In the crowd, several people secretly called the police.

Now, they could only hope that the police would arrive quickly enough.

However, with the speed of the police's response, by the time they arrived, it was estimated that the cream puff would be filled.

If they were lucky, they would do a lot of foreplay and be able to witness a good show.

But it was useless.

It was better to wait until it was over, maybe they could get some money.

Although, with the virtue of black people, it was basically impossible.

After all, these gangster black people basically had no money on them, and they were the main force of crime who went to zero-dollar shopping when they were hungry.

The probability of getting money from them was no different from buying a lottery ticket.

If you were unlucky, you might get AIDS or something.

Even if they were caught and sent to prison, they would probably be happy to have a place to eat for free.

There was no way, this was the situation for most unemployed black people.

They were lazy and idle, and it was harder to make them work hard to earn money than to kill them.

Every day, in addition to crime and zero-dollar shopping, they spend all day marching and shouting that society is unfair to black people, and that there are not enough white people paying taxes to support them.

There was no cost to these people committing crimes.

Anyway, they were taken care of when they were caught, and they made a lot of money if they weren't caught.

They don't lose either way.

They can only blame a fool named Lincoln, who had nothing to do and gave these farm tools freedom.

Seeing the three black men about to succeed.

Bang!

Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and one of the black men's heads hit the wall, and he lay on the ground wailing with blood on his face.

"If you don't have money, don't think about getting it for free."

Rod sighed, looking at the remaining two black men who were standing there.

"F*ck you! You b*tch!"

The black man who reacted gnashed his teeth with a ferocious face and rushed towards Rod directly.

He also took out a switchblade from somewhere in his hand.

"There's nothing but b*tch in the minds of you little black guys."

Rod directly punched the black man in the face, instantly knocking his nose crooked.

The black man with a bloody face burst into tears, and Rod directly added a kick, and the black man, whose neck was hit hard, lay dead on the spot.

The only remaining black man had no fear on his face, but instead took out a black pistol from his waist with a fierce face.

Instantly, there was a burst of panicked screams around, and everyone fled in all directions.

"B*tch, I'm going to make you watch me f*ck this b*tch, and then blow your head off!"

The black man with bloodshot eyes walked towards Rod aggressively with a gun, and was about to put the gun to his head.

Whoosh!

Suddenly a flash in front of her eyes, and the woman in the corner suddenly widened her eyes.

So fast!

"Where is he?"

The black man looked at the empty space in front of him, his not-so-smart brain was full of doubts.

Just now there was such a big person, how did he suddenly disappear?

Looking at the shadow on the ground, under the dim light, a figure appeared behind him at some point.

How did this guy get behind him?

"You are already dead."

The black man with the gun was about to turn around and shoot when Rod's faint voice sounded behind him.

The next second, the black man's head was grabbed by a big hand and slammed **** into the wall next to him.

With a muffled sound, he lay on the ground directly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Rod disgustedly took out a wet wipe and wiped his hands, with a look of disgust on his face.

These black ghosts, it's dirtying their hands to even beat them.

After solving the black men, Rod's eyes looked to the corner, at the woman with a look of surprise on her face.

Huh?

This woman is a bit interesting.

Seeing this **** scene, she wasn't afraid at all.

"Thank you for helping me."