Crying, the Fragile Boss is Tearing Up the Plot Again

(Alternate Title: Quick Transmigration: The Drama Queen Boss Takes on the Cannon Fodder Script Again)

The interstellar criminal Bai Chi, for destroying 1314 planets, committed grave sins and ...

Chapter 612: Vampires Allergic to Human Blood (Seventeen)

The vampires in the live broadcast room are handsome and elegant, constantly exuding their charm.

The most important thing is that since he appeared until now, no incident of injury has occurred - except for the team from the Crimson Auction House.

This is completely different from the rumors that vampires represent evil and death, and that mummies are left everywhere they go.

Most importantly, this vampire would actually take them to see one of the most mysterious places - the interior of the Bloody Auction House.

According to legend, this is a place that only the richest people can enter, and it is one of the places that all ordinary people are most curious about.

The live broadcast was fully managed by Xiao Hei. Wherever Bai Chi looked, that was where the camera was. His every word and smile seemed to be directed at everyone in front of the screen.

At some point, the young prince put on black gloves and a meaningful smile appeared on his face, adding a bit of mystery to this late-night live broadcast room.

"Alright everyone, we've finally arrived at the part we've all been looking forward to the most: the Bloody Auction House's monthly mystery auction. So, what goodies are on offer today?"

He lifted his finger slightly, and the door curtain in front of him moved automatically without wind. At the same time, faint groans of pain came from inside.

"No! He went in! Quick! Find someone to stop him!"

Unlike the leaders of other districts who were devastated, most viewers were still curious and kept scrolling through the live broadcast room, signaling this unique vampire prince to go in and take a look.

"Ah, thank you all for the gifts."

Bai Chi's smile became brighter and brighter, with a hint of barely perceptible compassion.

"Then I'm going in~"

The next second, the scene changed, and iron cages appeared in the video. These were very large iron cages, comparable to metal cages as big as a small room.

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room stopped instantly, and all the onlookers fell silent in an instant.

It was a very beautiful cage, like a birdcage magnified hundreds of times, and the inside was decorated in an exceptionally gorgeous and beautiful manner, and could even be used as a separate bedroom.

No, this is already the bedroom.

Because there are still people inside.

People of all skin colors, men, women, teenagers, children, strong men, disabled people...

At a glance, there were at least dozens of such cages, and the sound just heard was made by these people.

They didn't know what drugs they had been injected with. They had lost consciousness and lay unconscious in the cage, their bodies twisting as if in pain or pleasure.

But his wrists and ankles were tied with iron chains and tied to the cage. He was wearing clothes that were too cool and was kept here without any dignity.

"Wow~ Is this the cargo hold of the Scarlet Auction House?"

The clear voice was filled with a little surprise. The steps were taken back and the camera moved up. The big words "Warehouse No. 1" on the door were clearly visible to everyone.

"What a shame! I came here for nothing. There's no trace of my people here."

Having said that, Bai Chi still controlled the camera and took a look inside the [Cargo Hold No. 1].

During this time, two staff members came over and pushed out a handsome disabled man from inside. His hands and feet were twisted and one of his eyes was missing.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was tortured intentionally.

When the two men passed by Bai Chi, they were completely unaware of Bai Chi's presence.

Of course this is not important. What is important is what these two people said.

"Fuck, there are more and more perverts now, why do people still like this kind of thing!"

"Stop talking, keep your voice down. The last time someone discussed this, it was made into a tumbler."

There was a moment of silence, the cage was pushed away, and soon, cheers were heard from the front desk. It was obvious that this "goods" was really popular.