"Oh, Morpheus, still so dedicated!"
The sharp voice of the woman made Morpheus furrow his brows involuntarily.
"I've brought something good for you today!"
Before the words could land, Morpheus had already noticed the girl they had brought along.
For some reason, his heart trembled slightly at the sight of her. This street was both the most bustling and the dirtiest in Flinge. He had never seen a girl daring enough to wear a long white dress on this street.
Wasn't she afraid of getting dirty?
As it turned out, just like Fat Jim had said, she was an outsider, unaware of the dangers lurking in these murky waters.
Kourtney Moon took a few steps forward, her eyes glued to Morpheus' well-built muscles. She smiled cryptically, her hips sashaying like a serpent.
Clad in a striking dress that was fitted to her figure and paired with her bold makeup and fragrance, she exuded a compelling aura.
Her gaze roamed over Morpheus' form. As the most famous madam in this area, she always thought she was invincible among men. However, she hadn't expected to hit a wall with Morpheus.
From the very first glance, she had been captivated by this handsome, rugged, and masculine slayer of the boxing ring. No matter what tricks she pulled, though, Morpheus simply ignored her. In frustration, she spread the rumor that Morpheus was all show and no substance, incapable of performing.
Men took such matters more seriously than their lives, but strangely, Morpheus seemed unaffected by these rumors.
This surprised Kourtney. Could it be that she hit the nail on the head?
Hence, the scene unfolding now.
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