Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Chapter 46 Devil's Game

Winona was pushed by the fat woman into a small room full of pretty girls. They were dressed up just

like she was. Grief and fear were written all over their faces. Some of them were shedding tears.

The fat woman slapped those girls. "Stop crying! I'm leading you to a bright future. Once a boss takes a

liking to you, you will live in prosperity."

The fat woman received a call and went out.

Winona asked, "What is this place?"

"Don't you know? We're at the Devil's Party in the bay."

Winona gasped in awe. Back in Coscana, she had heard of it. Rumor had it that the party was held for

rich and powerful people seeking thrills. On the yacht, those girls would be priced and bought by the

highest bidders. They couldn't take the girls away but had three days and nights to play with them.

During the period, those men disregarded everything. Some of the girls would die and be thrown into

the sea.

She immediately realized that Logan was lying about making a move in three days. Before catching

Matt, he might not kill her but would definitely make her suffer.

After a while, the fat woman came back, wriggling her fat waist and hips. "Girls, time for our show."

She opened the front door, and everyone saw a transparent glass-paved road leading to the hall.

They went over and saw the hall infested with people wearing masks of different shapes. Those were

the so-called buyers. In the middle of the hall, there was a large pool, and an inflatable bed was

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At that moment, a buyer was holding a girl and thrusting violently with a smirk on his face. The girl's

face was covered with tears, but those around her were booing.

The host announced excitedly, "Customer #118 can't wait to inspect the goods. If you're satisfied,

please pay the bills and take this woman to your VIP room."

The girl kept crying. The buyer kicked her off the floating bed and cursed, "Damn, what a buzzkill!"

"Help, help…"

The girl didn't know how to swim and struggled in the pool desperately. Those spectators simply looked

on.

Winona was infuriated and distressed by the scene. Those people were inhuman. They sought

happiness from other people's sufferings. They were beasts.

She jumped into the pool, did her best to fish the girl up, let her lie down, and pressed her chest

vigorously.

"Barf..."

The girl spat out the water, opened her eyes slightly, and mumbled weakly, "Thank you…"

The fat woman came up in a huff. "Who let you save her? Women disliked by the buyers should die.

That's the rule!"

Winona helped the girl up. Her eyes were blazing with anger. "The so-called rule is what? Trampling on

dignity and profiting from sensationalism?"

"Damn, how dare you talk back!"

The fat woman raised her greasy hand to slap her, but she bent over slightly. The fatty stumbled and

fell into the pool.

"Help, help! I can't swim!"

As the fat figure made big splashes, people all around clapped their hands and cheered.

Winona took the microphone away from the host's hand. "Everyone, wager on how long she can hang

in there!"

"I'll bet 600,000 dollars that she'll die in five minutes."

"I'll bet one million that she'll die in ten."

"I'll bet two million…"

In the blink of an eye, the wager went as high as millions of dollars, and the fat woman was at her last

gasp.

Winona looked at her coldly, believing that she deserved it. God spared no evildoers.

No one in the hall was willing to save her and spoil the owner's multi-million-dollar business.

The girl standing on the side felt that her anger had been vented. This fat woman was so vicious that

she often scolded and beat them and threw her offenders into the sea.

The situation had been observed by people on the second floor.

Logan shook his wine and curled his lips. "Interesting! No wonder Matt selected her. In the blink of an

eye, she took down a senior manager of mine."

"Boss, should we continue or not?"

"Nah! Since she likes the limelight so much, put her on the stage!"

In a short while, the fat woman floated up lifelessly. The crowd cheered again as if this were just a

game. To these rich buyers, life and death didn't matter.

Two security guards jumped into the pool and dragged the body away.

Winona was shoved to the center of the floating bed when the spiral chandelier above her head was

suddenly turned on. Colorful lights landed on her.

The hell fell into silence as the crowd was stunned by the pretty lady. She boasted delicate, attractive

features, a bulging chest, a thin waist, and long legs. In their eyes, the stunner was born to arouse

men's most primitive desire.

Someone blew a whistle, followed by the calls for bidding.

"I'll offer 600,000 dollars for three nights with her."

"800,000 dollars! She is mine."

"One million! You don't stand a chance."

...

Humiliated by those teasing voices, Winona slowly curled her fingers and planned to escape the hellish

place.

Thud! The hammer fell. A man outbid the others with eight million dollars.

Before the deal was made, the buyer could inspect the goods on the spot.

As the man lewdly walked up, she slowly stepped back.

"Hello, little beauty, fear not. If you serve me well, I may be glad to buy you out."

"Can you afford it?"

"Hear, hear! This chick's got an attitude! But I like a spitfire!"

He suddenly pounced on Winona. Raising her foot, she kicked him in the knee, and the man thudded

on the floating bed. The crowd then burst into laughter.

"Ha-ha, back off and let others try it."

"Damn, what a shrew! Robust legs and waist. It's gonna be fun."

The angry man turned around, went to the service counter, and spent 200,000 dollars to buy a

tranquilizer gun.

In a huff, he aimed the gun at Winona. "Unruly bitch, take this!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The darts hurtled over. Winona dodged swiftly.

The man smiled cunningly and then asked someone to splash water on the floating bed. Winona

slipped, fell on the bed, and got shot accidentally. Lying there weakly, she watched the man approach,

eyeing her with lewd gaze.