Trafford’s Trading Club

Master, your hand is bleeding, please let me clean it for you.

Then, the wet cloves began to wrap around their fingers, spinning gently.

Sometimes it sucks like a baby, sometimes it feels like tasting a sweet milk stick.

At this time, if you look at it with rippling dark blue eyes, the eating effect will be even better.

This kind of plot will naturally not happen.

After wiping away the little blood, the small wound on his finger was completely healed. As long as he was within the confines of the club, the boss was immortal.

I remember that I was hit in the forehead with a gun by the first customer, but I was still able to stand up alive. Now it was just a minor injury that was lighter than a cut. If the maid hadn't cared about it, the boss wouldn't have paid attention to it: As It is extremely common for a person who often comes in and out of the kitchen to get cut occasionally.

"Oh help, don't come here!!!"

Bucky on the sofa suddenly fell to the ground, and then struggled in panic, even waving his fists randomly into the air.

But Bucky soon realized that he seemed to be no longer in that scary place, and there were no countless venomous snakes crawling around here. It was obviously the place he walked into in the first place.

In front of him, there was no longer the terrifying three-headed giant monster and the bloody corpse of the maid. The young man and woman returned to their original appearance.

Bucky calmed down... Lucifer wasn't here?

He remembered that when the surrounding environment began to change for the first time, when the huge three-headed monster and the corpse maid appeared, and the terrifying magma was forming underground, he called out to Lucifer with great urgency.

He didn't want to die, and he was very, very unwilling to die like this even if he needed to use his second wish.

But... Lucifer did not come.

Could it be that his call failed?

But it shouldn’t be...

When Bucky looked at the young man and woman again, his eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

His mind was racing, and he was frantically calculating his current situation: the information about this place, from the moment he walked in, seemed to be a wonderful thing that had been imprinted on his original understanding.

But as Lucifer's contractor, as someone who dedicated his soul to the King of Hell, Bucky was only surprised by this unconventional method, rather than afraid, and he could accept it well.

He began to sort out the information about this club that was poured into his cognition: this is a place where you can buy anything, and the things used for trading are everything except wealth.

At first glance, this operation has many similarities with Lucifer's contract. It's just that Lucifer designated to use his soul as a sacrifice to obtain three wishes from her.

I heard that when ordinary demons walk in the world, they will use wishes as bait to lure humans into selling their souls.

But low-level demons can usually only grant one wish, and it's a restricted wish. More advanced demons seem to be able to fulfill two wishes.

Lucifer has three, and there are very few restrictions. Of course, wishes do not include operations such as 'I want to have the same ability as you', 'Give me n more wishes'.

Bucky didn't know how Lucifer weighed these three wishes.

Sometimes, he even felt that if Lucifer really helped him realize three wishes and finally took away his soul, he would feel that he was at a loss.

Of course, he couldn't synchronize the way of thinking of Lucifer, a witch, but this club allowed Bucky to accept the past very well.

You can buy anything, as long as it has a sufficient price. In other words, you can buy something of equal value no matter how valuable you can provide it.

Of course, it is definitely not the principle of absolute fair return. There is no businessman in the world who follows equal exchange.

But even so, Bucky had an incredible thought: This place might be relatively safer than Lucifer!

This is doing business, you and I are willing to do it, there is not as much fraud as Lucifer... As long as you can clearly measure the proportion between demand and effort...

Bucky felt that his brain was extremely clear at this time... For some reason, ever since he came into contact with the supernatural side from Lucifer, Bucky's mind even made him feel scared.

In the past, when he was at the 'Imperial Capital Headquarters', he and Brother Ming were one of the few businessmen who were responsible for handling business matters. Although he often kills people and sets fires, he feels that he is definitely on the smart side, and he even feels that if he had not gone astray when he was young, he would have become a very successful businessman.

He likes the feeling of original capital accumulation, especially watching the accumulation of wealth, which makes his heart beat, even more than any great orgasm experience.

Yes...that's right, the key is the accumulation of original capital!

The owner of the club in front of him is a businessman. He is talking to a businessman...a magical businessman. You can buy anything here...

Primitive capital accumulation…

An ongoing partnership…

Maximize the benefits……

Countless crazy thoughts were generated in Bucky's mind, and finally a crazy attention made Bucky raise his head suddenly. His eyes were blazing, filled with the original sin called greed.

Boss Luo quietly observed Bucky's changes, with a faint smile on his face... This soul was much more interesting than he imagined.

In the boss's vision, the light of Bucky's soul was like a spectrum, jumping back and forth among different colors as time went by.

Boss Luo could easily feel the greed in Bucky's eyes that was far beyond ordinary people... This greed was like a regulator, constantly stimulating changes in the light of his soul.

"Guest, do you want something to drink?" The boss smiled slightly.

The broken cup and the residue had been cleaned up by You Ye, and Boss Luo made a new drink: Bloody Mary.

"Oh...ok." Bucky composed himself.

He believed that as long as he didn't seek death, the generosity of the boss in front of him would refresh his understanding of things. He was like an old customer coming to a bar he frequented and sat down at the counter.

Bucky drank the Bloody Mary in one gulp, feeling the burning sensation in his throat. He licked his lips and suddenly asked: "A question?"

"Excuse me." Boss Luo smiled slightly: "We are happy to answer customers' questions... Of course, some consultations require charges."

Bucky nodded, looked at the young and mysterious boss, and then at the beautiful maid next to him. He was briefly intoxicated, but soon sobered up.

First, he has experienced too much influence from his two good friends, Lucifer and Charlotte, and his resistance to beauty is far beyond ordinary people.

The second thing is... he clearly understands what kind of women he can have sex with and what kind of women he can't have sex with!

The third is: There is no way to get money to have sex with women!

So he took a deep breath and asked nervously: "Which one is more powerful, you or Lucifer?"

Boss Luo pondered, trying to use the most accurate words to describe the gap between them... but the maid lady had already taken over the topic well.

She looked at Bucky and smiled: "Have you ever heard of manta rays?"

Bucky nodded: "I know, manta rays are devil rays."

The maid said calmly: "Do you know about Blue Whale?"

Bucky nodded again.

Youye finally said: "That's the gap between us."

Bucky was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned a little strange... Can you die if you are more modest?

However, this calm confidence infected Bucky... Although he didn't really think there was such a huge gap between the two, at least it seemed that he should be at least a little more powerful than Lucifer. , his call to Lucifer had already failed.

The arrogant, mysterious and powerful Queen of Darkness seemed to have suffered a secret loss... Bucky could vaguely feel that the source of this was the contract between him and Lucifer.

Bucky was silent for a long time, then shook his head: "I probably understand your trading method... The most valuable thing about me is my soul, right?"

"That's right." The boss nodded.

Bucky said helplessly: "But, my soul has long been marked by a demon. It seems that according to your rules, it is no longer my own private property?"

Boss Luo said calmly: "Well...theoretically, if all three wishes you hold have not been realized, they still belong to you..."

As he spoke, Boss Luo grabbed the air, and a yellowed book page appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"Take a look, is this the contract you signed with her before?" Boss Luo pushed this page in front of Bucky.

Bucky raised his hands in disbelief, and quickly scanned every line of content above. He said in horror: "This is... how come this contract is in your hands!"

"Tearing it up won't help, guest." Boss Luo said calmly: "This contract is not the original, it is just a copy that I printed out. I just want you to confirm the contents. Please look at the fifth paragraph. Thirty stanzas, it reads: 'Only when all the wishes of the devotee are fulfilled, the devotee must sacrifice his body and soul'."

Damn it...how did you do that! !

At the same time, Bucky even had a magical illusion: He was now like a person who had been involved in a lawsuit. At this time, he was looking for loopholes in the case documents and contracts with the lawyer he had hired.

Well, we can actually fight this lawsuit like this...if we start from this point...balabala...

"Can I also buy this...this contract from you?" Bucky's breathing suddenly became rapid at this time.

As long as the original copy of this contract is torn up, the contract between him and Lucifer will be invalid. Although it is invalid, the wishes that have been realized before will not be recovered!

this! He used twenty female students and twenty pretty boys to obtain precious information from an 'employee' in the 'Flame Red Lips' bar!

“Theoretically it’s available, if you can afford it.”

Returning to the issue of 'funds' held by oneself, sure enough, the key is the original capital that one can accumulate.

"I understand." Bucky took a deep breath at this time, "I want to buy a way to collect souls! It doesn't have to be too advanced, just the simplest or even the crudest one... Since it still belongs to me, then... I can use it, right?"

The boss said: "It is indeed possible. However, guest, although your soul is still yours, it is because you have signed a contract with others... Considering that after we deliver the goods to you, you will encounter them when you pick them up in the future. Stop it, I think the value of your soul may be slightly lower."

Bucky didn't mind the other party's behavior of lowering the price when doing business. Which businessman wouldn't lower the price? That's the most normal thing.

As for using your own soul... who would care? Even though Bucky vaguely knew a lot about the souls after death from the mouths of those stupid demons who often drank and talked unscrupulously in the "Flaming Lips" bar, he didn't care about handing over his soul.

This is like if you need money urgently for business, and then you get a loan from a bank... For a loan, you always have to give the bank something as collateral.

Is the property mortgaged? It doesn’t matter, you can earn it back later! It can be redeemed later!

This is a very normal businessman’s idea: how to cash out more capital!

And what he wants to cash out is the method of collecting souls! When he can collect a large number of souls, he will naturally be able to buy more things from here... and he will also reach a long-term cooperative relationship with this club.

Just like the relationship between dealers and suppliers, you may be able to get a lot of discounts in the future.

"A method of collecting souls?" Boss Luo nodded, "There is indeed a method here that is more suitable for you as a guest, and it is also relatively easy to operate. Even ordinary people can use it."

"What is it!" Bucky's breathing became rapid again.

Give me, give me, give me!

His eyes seemed to be filled with these two words... At this moment, in Boss Luo's field of vision, the light of Bucky's soul was like a lit magnesium bar, emitting a dazzling light.

"Faith." This sentence came out softly from Boss Luo's mouth.

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Many people think that today is a particularly unlucky day. The peaceful harbor city was hit by a strong storm, but the Observatory did not broadcast any news beforehand.

This caused many people to suffer a lot of losses, especially the private yachts moored at the pier. The owners of the yacht were even more moved to tears.

Of course, the losses were far more than this because during the storm, the entire city's communications were subject to terrorist attacks.

Whether it is a mobile phone, a landline phone, or even a computer, a large number of electronic products have also been damaged at the same time.

Arnold frowned and looked at his mobile phone with a completely black screen. Not only him, but also the people around him were in the same situation at this time. As for the TVs displayed on the cabinets of the electronics stores on the street, they turned into snow vases in just an instant.

"I heard that if the activity of sunspots is particularly strong, it will have a strong impact on us and cause electronic components to malfunction?"

In my ears were the words of a man who thought he knew a lot, speaking to his companions.

Arnold shook his head, not interested in participating in such a street discussion. He looked at the chaos on the street after being hit by the strong wind, and tightened his schoolbag and clothes to let the heavy rain get wet. He needed to find a place to change clothes first.

Fortunately, this weird storm came and went away just as quickly.

But it was originally approaching dusk, but now the storm gradually dissipated, and the entire sky had completely darkened... Arnold looked around and quickly walked towards a nearby public toilet.

He didn't notice that a figure was quietly following him behind him...