Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 225 – Fishing Law Enforcement

The streets of Border Dragon City were wide and clean, paved with massive bluestone slabs, spacious enough for four horse-drawn carriages to travel side-by-side.

Shops lined both sides of the street, and the cries of vendors rose and fell in waves.

But today, the gazes of the entire street were forcibly captured by a single figure.

Lin Fan had her hands tucked into the pockets of her black hot pants, and with her coffee-colored leather shoes, she walked with a swagger that disowned all family and friends.

The pure white knit shirt had a wide collar, and as she moved, her delicate collarbones were faintly visible.

Of course, the most lethal part was her legs.

Under the sunlight, the black pantyhose shimmered with a fine luster, outlining her legs in a heart-stopping fashion.

For the natives of this world, who were still wearing long robes, mandarin jackets, or beast-hide armor, this unheard-of attire was nothing short of a dimensional-level assault.

Gulp.

At the roadside, a visiting wealthy pig-man merchant, who had been sipping tea, nearly had his eyes pop out of their sockets. The teacup in his hand tilted, and the scalding tea poured all over his crotch, making him howl in pain. Yet, his eyes were still unwilling to look away.

“Who… whose noble lady is that?”

“Shh! Do you have a death wish? That’s our Border Dragon City’s little princess!”

“My heavens, Princess Long Wu dresses so… so…”

Although the surrounding discussions were kept low, with Lin Fan’s current hearing, she naturally caught every single word.

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly; she was in a good mood.

This was the right way.

Since she was wearing the skin of “Long Wu,” the most distinguished little princess in the entire city, she had to be as high-profile as possible.

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The more unorthodox she acted, the more it fit that little pervert’s persona, and paradoxically, the safer she would be.

Following behind her, Long Yan was currently stiff as a board, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He could feel the gazes cast by the surrounding male creatures—greedy, amazed, and filled with naked desire.

This feeling made him extremely displeased.

Ever since he became a renegade of the Dragon Clan and had to live in hiding, he had become extremely unaccustomed to being the center of attention.

“Can you… walk a little faster?” Long Yan said through gritted teeth, his voice low.

Lin Fan stopped and glanced back at him, a faint smile on her face. “What? Is Brother Long Yan shy?”

Long Yan wanted to retort, but in the end, he could only sigh helplessly and quicken his pace to catch up.

Lin Fan led Long Yan through a series of twists and turns, gradually straying from the bustling main road.

The surrounding buildings grew shorter and shabbier, and the light grew dimmer.

The air was filled with the stench of rotting garbage and sewage.

This was the slum of Border Dragon City, and also the only path to the underground black market.

In Long Wu’s memory, the entrance to that black market was in the deepest part of this area, beneath an abandoned slaughterhouse.

“Where are we going?” Long Yan frowned. The environment here reminded him of his days of imprisonment as a slave, and the terrible memories made him feel an instinctive revulsion.

“To stock up,” Lin Fan said casually.

The two of them walked up to a rust-covered iron door.

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A huge ox skull hung on the door. Two red Crystals had been stuffed into its empty eye sockets, serving as lamps that looked particularly sinister in the dim light.

Lin Fan walked forward, lifted her leather-shoe-clad foot, and kicked the iron door.

Clang!

With a loud bang, not only did the door not open, but a layer of rust was shaken loose.

“Who is it! You tired of living? How dare you cause trouble here!”

A small window on the iron door slid open, revealing a pair of murky eyes.

It was a dog-headed man in charge of the gate, holding a Spiked Club in his hand, his tone vicious.

Lin Fan didn’t speak. She just turned slightly to reveal Long Yan behind her.

“Open the door,” Long Yan said coldly.

The dog-headed man froze for a moment. He was about to curse when he suddenly got a clear look at Long Yan’s golden vertical pupils and the terrifying Bloodline pressure that, despite being suppressed, was still palpable.

“Dra… Dra…” The dog-headed man’s legs instantly went soft, and the Spiked Club in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

“I told you to open the door. What’s with the nonsense?” Lin Fan said impatiently.

“Yes, yes, yes! Right away! Right away!”

After a flurry of fumbling with the lock, the heavy iron door was slowly pushed open.

A much stronger smell of blood and alcohol assaulted their senses.

Behind the door was a staircase leading down into the depths of the earth.

The chaotic sounds of clamor, curses, and the roars of beasts could be faintly heard from below.

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Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Fan stepped forward and started walking down.

Long Yan followed closely behind, his gaze vigilantly scanning their surroundings.

After passing through the long staircase, the scene before them opened up.

It was a huge underground space, brightly lit by countless torches.

All around were various crudely built stalls and cages, imprisoning all sorts of creatures.

There were burly minotaurs, petite and cute deer-women, and even winged insectoids.

This was the underground black market hidden within the slums of Border Dragon City.

There was no law, no morality, only naked transactions and desire.

The appearance of Lin Fan and Long Yan instantly drew the attention of the entire black market.

After all, in a place filled with riffraff of every sort, a young woman dressed so “uniquely” with such a noble air, accompanied by a powerhouse exuding a terrifying aura, was simply too eye-catching.

“Yo, which young lady took a wrong turn?”

A few bolder mercenaries started whistling, their gazes roaming wantonly over Lin Fan’s legs.

Lin Fan stopped and scanned the area.

Her gaze finally settled on the center of the black market, where there was a two-story building—the only structure that looked somewhat decent.

That was the territory of the black market’s manager, the rat-man Jiji.

“Tell Jiji to get his ass out here to see me.” Lin Fan’s voice wasn’t loud, but amplified by her Mental Strength, it spread clearly throughout the entire underground space.

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The entire place fell silent for a second.

Then, it erupted in a roar of laughter.

“Hahahaha! What did this little chick say? Tell Boss Jiji to get his ass out here?”

“Who does she think she is? The City Lord?”

“She’s quite a looker, though. I wonder if she screams this loud in bed…”

Before the filthy words were even finished, a golden light suddenly flashed.

Bang!

The mercenary with the foul mouth was sent flying as if hit by a speeding truck, soaring several dozen meters before smashing violently against a wall, where he was reduced to a pile of mangled flesh.

Long Yan retracted his fist, his golden vertical pupils filled with the murderous intent of Tyranny.

“Keep your mouths clean.”

A dead silence fell.

Everyone stared in terror at the man who looked like a demon god.

Killing a peak Rank-4 mercenary with a single punch? This was at least a Rank-6… no, a Rank-7 powerhouse!

Just then, the door of the two-story building was pushed open.

A short middle-aged man with a Fu Manchu mustache, dressed in an ill-fitting silk robe, walked out quickly.

His eyes were small, glinting with shrewdness and cunning. It was none other than the rat-man, Jiji.