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Chapter 86 The Perverted Slave Trader

After signing the purchase contract, the house officially became Su Tu's property.

However, he did not go to the house immediately.

After declining the staff's offer to take him there, he left the real estate exchange alone, intending to take care of some errands first before going to check out the houses.

As for what needs to be done...

Su Tu stood in front of a fruit stall, pretending to select fruit, but his eyes were secretly fixed on the bearded man not far away.

This guy has been following me ever since I left the exchange, seemingly trying to find out all the information about me.

When buying the house, the identity he presented was one he had conjured using the Fool's Hat.

If his identity is real, then it is real in his illusion; if his identity is fake, then it is fake in reality.

However, the area covered by his illusion was a full 9100 meters in radius, and the straight-line distance between the exchange and his newly purchased house was about 8000 meters, which was completely within the range of the illusion.

As long as the illusion remains intact, the identity will always be real, and even if someone comes to investigate, they will naturally not find any problems.

Since there's no problem with his identity, the fact that this guy is still following him means that he already suspects that he's the one who stole the slave trader's gold notes last night.

But identity doesn't prove anything, so the only option is the most traditional method: tracking, to find out all the details about oneself.

It has to be said that this person's intuition was quite accurate; he really was the one who robbed the rich to help the poor.

Therefore, Su Tu felt that this guy couldn't be kept around.

He had originally intended to get rid of this person, but now that the other party was shamelessly clinging to him, he had no choice but to reluctantly send him to meet his death.

He took out a silver note, placed it on the stall, casually picked up a few pieces of fruit that looked relatively fresh, and left.

He ignored the boss's surprised expression and focused instead on the bearded man behind him.

Just as he expected, the bearded man walked a short distance away and immediately went to the fruit stand, asking something.

Finally, just like Su Tu, he casually took some fruit, threw down a few silver notes, and continued to follow behind Su Tu.

Su Tu, who was secretly observing this scene, took a bite of the apple, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly as he chewed.

If nothing unexpected happens, they should be trying to find out if their banknote has any markings.

If those gold notes hadn't been exchanged with other merchants last night, the deception might have been exposed.

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Although it's not a big deal if you get caught, it will inevitably cause some trouble.

Su Tu prefers a quiet environment and dislikes trouble that might disrupt his upcoming secluded life.

Arriving at a small alley, he stood still, glanced at the bearded man behind him, and walked in without hesitation.

The moment he entered the alley, he immediately used the Solitary Stone to conceal himself.

A short while later, just as he had expected, the bearded man followed him and walked into the alley without hesitation.

Soon, Su Tu walked out of the alley with his hands in his pockets, his gaze indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

"Should we go and cause trouble for the slave traders?"

Su Tu thought to himself, then casually blended into the crowd with a relaxed expression, strolling leisurely.

As he walked away, a bloody smell wafted from the alley, and the bearded man's body lying in a pool of blood was naturally discovered.

On the other side, inside the slave exchange office, the slave traders had grim expressions.

He never imagined that his capable subordinate, whom he had sent out, would now be a corpse, the kind that had been slit in the throat.

Last night, a large amount of his assets were stolen, and now he has lost a subordinate. This has filled him with rage, which could erupt like a volcano at any moment.

"Who was he in contact with before he died?"

His voice was deep and resonant, like a lion suppressing its rage, as if it were about to devour someone at any moment.

A bald man stepped forward. Unlike the others, he had a calm expression and seemed completely unconcerned about the slave traders' anger.

"Mr. Pete Corey, we can't find out who he contacted before he died. After all, he was an A-class magical tool user. No one could find out where he went or what he wanted to do."

The bald man paused slightly before continuing:

"However, according to information from the real estate exchange, he was eavesdropping outside the transaction room as usual before he died, but according to other reports, he did not do anything unusual after eavesdropping."

Upon hearing this, the slave trader's gloomy expression eased somewhat, but did not completely disappear.

Clearly, he still feels resentful and wants to vent his anger on someone.

However, the bald man was another reliable subordinate of his, so he naturally wouldn't vent his anger on him.

He took a deep breath, and his gaze gradually calmed down.

"In that case, I'll leave this matter entirely to you to investigate, especially the person who bought the house; pay close attention to them."

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

The bald man was the last one, but just as he was about to close the door, he heard the slave trader's voice drifting over.

"Choose a good-looking slave, the same standard as always."

The bald man understood the request, simply said "yes" softly, and left.

A short while later, a cat-person with fair skin and a terrified expression was brought in.

Seeing this, the slave trader's lips curled into a slight smile, his desire undisguised. "As expected, the cat-like boys are the most appealing..."

The next moment, he took out a short knife from the drawer and walked towards the cat boy, his eyes fixed on his crotch.

"What I love to see most is your expressions of fear and pain."

He grinned, his mouthful of gold teeth gleaming brightly under the indoor lights.

However, just as he was about to make his move, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Sir, your package has arrived."

express delivery?

A strange yet indifferent voice came from outside the door, leaving the slave trader completely bewildered.

But instead, the anger in his heart was completely ignited.

He was enjoying himself when he was suddenly interrupted, and the anger he was about to unleash was trapped inside, making him even more resentful.

Since his anger was interrupted, he decided to vent it on the person who interrupted him.

"Come in."

He tried his best to keep his tone steady, but he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He squeezed out those three words through gritted teeth.

crunch--

The door was gently opened, and a figure wearing a black trench coat and a black top hat, with a mocking smile on his face, appeared before him.

Before the slave trader could even react, he saw the man slowly walk in and, to his surprise, pull the cat boy to his feet.

"I thought you were just a slave trader, but I didn't expect you to be so perverted, liking to cut off the genitals of cat-like boys."

The slave trader didn't speak, but just stared intently at the man in front of him. He really couldn't understand how this person had gotten in.

And judging from his relaxed expression, it was obvious that no one was stopping him.

"Damn it, a bunch of good-for-nothings!" the slave trader cursed inwardly.