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Jiao Ziqian finally noticed the main seats at the ends of the two long tables. His view had been blocked by the low-hanging chains, but now, as he was giving Zebra Stripes a massage, he managed to straighten his back and glance over. Unfortunately, he moved too much; with both of Zebra Stripes' legs resting on his shoulders, he suddenly stood up and nearly toppled her to the ground.
This was a huge mistake. Just a moment ago, Zebra Stripes had been smiling and showing off her thighs, but in an instant, her expression changed. She stood up and kicked Jiao Ziqian squarely in the face, sending him sprawling backward.
"Motherfucker!" Jiao Ziqian exploded with anger, rolling over to retaliate against her. However, a group of bald men surged forward and pinned him down, causing him to shout in frustration.
Zebra Stripes looked beautiful when she smiled, but when she got angry, she transformed completely. She raised her hand and slapped him hard, the force behind it leaving five deep scratches on his face.
"You mother!" Jiao Ziqian struggled fiercely. Song Jiu's earlier warnings were long forgotten as he found himself immobilized. All he could do was hurl insults from a distance, cursing Zebra Stripes' ancestors for a full minute.
Zebra Stripes twisted her face in anger and picked up a small meat cleaver from the table. Squatting down in front of Jiao Ziqian, she ordered, "Pull out his tongue."
One bald man complied, prying open Jiao Ziqian's mouth while another reached in to grab his tongue. However, it was not easy to catch; it slipped away like an eel. Jiao Ziqian suddenly jerked his head violently, using all his strength to close his mouth and bit down hard on the fingers that were trying to grab his tongue. He let out a primal roar and yanked back, biting off two of the bald man's fingers cleanly before spitting blood all over Zebra Stripes' face.
The bald man howled in pain as his companions dragged him away. The others were furious at Jiao Ziqian for daring to spit at Zebra Stripes; they jumped up and began kicking him mercilessly. Their feet rained down like a storm, turning his freshly cleaned body into a muddy mess once again.
Wiping the blood from her face, Zebra Stripes' angry expression faded into a smile. "You've got quite the temper."
"Go to hell," Jiao Ziqian spat through gritted teeth, panting as he glared at her. "You bunch of lunatics—if you have the guts, kill me!"
"Such a useful tongue would be a waste to cut off," Zebra Stripes said as she poked the blade into Jiao Ziqian's mouth to pry it open. Squinting at him, she added, "You're mine now."
"Pfft!" Jiao Ziqian defiantly dodged the knife's tip and cursed back at her. "You're the one with a tongue! Your whole family has tongues!"
Zebra Stripes waved the knife in front of his eyes seriously. "If you dare insult me again, I won't just cut out your tongue; I'll also sever your tendons. Behave yourself and protect your tongue well—I need it."
"Jiao Ziqian" slammed on the brakes, a string of curses caught in his throat as he finally recalled "Song Jiu's" warning, his face filled with surprise: "Ah!"
"Zebra Stripes" grinned wickedly as he stood up, brushing off his lower body and casting a mischievous glance before returning to his seat. The others pressing down on "Jiao Ziqian" didn’t dare to let him go; they piled on top of him, creating a scene that was both comical and bizarre.
This little episode didn’t attract much attention; the crowd’s focus was entirely on the "Blonde Woman."
The "Blonde Woman" wore a victorious smile as she gracefully approached "Wu Wentao" and the others. The surrounding women cheered and shouted "Foreigner! Foreigner!" The three "Foreigners" looked bewildered, their muscular frames exuding a strong masculine presence.
The cave stirred the primal instincts within people, and given the already intense wildness of this place—filled with bloodshed and so many women—the "Foreigners" felt no fear. Though they remained vigilant, their expressions were calm as usual. The women regarded them as mere spectacles, but they didn’t mind; instead, they occasionally roared back at the shouting bald heads, using their powerful voices to assert what true masculinity sounded like.
The "Blonde Woman" giggled charmingly, a grotesque scar marring her left cheek. A large green python coiled around her slender waist, lifelike with its head held high and tongue flicking out just in front of her.
"Can you speak Chinese?" the "Blonde Woman" asked as she stood before the four men.
"Wu Wentao" and the others exchanged glances, hesitating before nodding.
"Then it’s you," she said, pointing at one of the "Foreigners." The man laughed heartily, not understanding what was happening.
The "Blonde Woman" waved her hand, and the members of the "Bald Gang" stepped forward to remove the long spikes from the ground. They handed over the chains binding the "Foreigner" to her. She proudly paraded around with the chains in hand, dragging the robust "Foreigner" back to her seat. The "Foreigner," clever and compliant, played along with her. Earlier, "Chu Guangxu" had acted impulsively and nearly faced dire consequences; he was confident he could easily strangle the "Blonde Woman," but it was clear that now was not the right moment to act.
Before long, three more members of the "Bald Gang" entered the arena, bowing to the women on either side. The bald-headed man grilling meat whistled, and once again, they lunged at each other, engaging in a primal fight for survival.
"Pushed down to the ground," Jiao Ziqian strained his neck to watch the scene unfold before him. He exchanged a glance with Wu Wentao; both wore grim expressions. It was evident that the battles among the bald heads represented the women's choices; they were merely “items,” and the victor would get to select one—what they would do afterward remained unclear.
The atmosphere inside the cave remained lively, with shouts, curses, and laughter intertwining, mingling with the aroma of roasted meat that echoed throughout the space. No one came to explain any of it, and no one paid attention to the few who had become prisoners.
Big Peony led Song Jiu over to the dimly lit main seat, leaning down to whisper a few words to the person sitting in the center. That person turned their head to look at Song Jiu, their drooping eyelids suddenly snapping open.
With a long sigh, Song Jiu met that person's gaze, tugging at the corners of his mouth as he said, "Red Mother, it's been a while."
The person referred to as Red Mother, known as Little Jiu Jiu, hoarsely muttered something and stood up, supporting herself on the shoulder of a nearby woman. She squinted at Song Jiu for a moment before bursting into a hearty laugh.
The noisy cave fell silent in an instant, as if the raucous sounds had been muted. The three bald men who had been fighting paused their movements and knelt on the ground in reverence, bowing their heads toward the main seat. Jiao Ziqian and Wu Wentao looked over as well; in the dim light, they could not make out details clearly.
After a brief silence among the crowd, a woman near the main seat spoke up sweetly, "What good news does Red Mother have to be so happy?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Come on, Red Mother, tell us!"
The women began to chatter excitedly, their curiosity piqued.
Someone from the main seat gave an order, and several bald men stepped forward to add more torches. The orange glow flickered for a moment, illuminating the table at the end and revealing Red Mother's true appearance.
She was a woman over fifty years old, short and plump, with blood-red hair cut close to her scalp. Her face was square and rough-skinned, with a pair of glimmering triangular eyes. She had no eyebrows above her pronounced brow ridge and a deep scar running down her nose. Her lips were bright red and appeared almost dripping with color. There were no tattoos on her face or body; she wore a snow-white fur coat that hung loosely from her shoulders. The flesh around her waist sagged with excess fat, and a vicious scar stretched from her left chest to her side, with raised stitches visible. Around her neck hung a stone necklace, her earlobes adorned with large earrings. Ten short fingers sparkled with rings, their nails long and painted a vivid red.
Jiao Ziqian and Wu Wentao both shivered, thinking to themselves, "What the hell is this?"
"Continue," said the woman known as Red Mother, raising her hand to signal everyone to carry on. After a moment's thought, she added, "Leave one for Doudou."
The crowd of women erupted in chatter, while a Young Lady sitting near the main seat turned pale and waved her hands repeatedly.
"Don't you want to thank Red Mother?" one woman teased.
"No, no, no, that's not necessary. Just give it to everyone," the Young Lady said nervously, glancing at Red Mother. She stammered, "I-I-I'm new here; it wouldn't be appropriate."
Song Jiu's gaze passed over Red Mother and landed on the girl. Her eyes narrowed slightly. This girl had no tattoos or makeup and didn't wear animal skins like the other women; instead, she tightly clutched her animal skin, wrapping it around her petite body as if afraid of being seen.
"Take it; you should accept it. We can't even ask for one," the women laughed again, urging the girl to pick a Foreigner.
"It's rare to have a Foreigner around—big and capable; you won't regret choosing one," joked a Blonde Woman who had previously won a Foreigner.
"Exactly! Don't hesitate to take a toy," another woman chimed in. "If you get bored, you can swap with me; I haven't played with a Foreigner yet."
The crowd erupted once more as three bald men in the center began to fight again, their strange cries echoing through the air.
The woman beside the girl wrapped her arm around her shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous; you'll get used to it. Here, it's us women who call the shots; you don't have to treat them like people."
"I-I-I," the Young Lady was almost in tears, looking for help from the Red Mother, who continued to stare at Song Jiu, ignoring the Young Lady.
"Doudou, just pick one. We’re all waiting for the rest," a woman urged.
"Yeah, don’t make Red Mother angry," another chimed in.
Doudou, feeling helpless, nervously glanced around. Her gaze swept over Wu Wentao and the others before landing on Jiao Ziqian, who was pinned to the ground. Jiao Ziqian's eyes lit up as he blew a kiss from afar, making exaggerated expressions as if to carve "Choose me" on his forehead.
Doudou panicked and, in a fluster, pointed at Jiao Ziqian. "I want him."
"No way."
Before the other girls could cheer, Zebra Stripes stood up playfully and said, "He's mine."
Doudou's face turned pale. She had thought that the country bumpkin was unwanted, but it turned out he was taken. She quickly waved her hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! He's yours!"
At that moment, the Red Mother, who had remained statue-like until now, slowly turned around and looked over with her stone glasses. She spoke, "Take him to Doudou's room."
"Red Mother!" Zebra Stripes exclaimed anxiously, pouting. "I saw him first."
However, the Red Mother showed no interest in continuing this discussion. She waved her hand dismissively and hurriedly lifted Jiao Ziqian by his bald head toward the main seat, respectfully handing the iron chain to the trembling girl.
"You all play; I’m taking a break." The Red Mother gently stroked Doudou's long hair and said in a hoarse voice, "Good girl, he's yours now."
Doudou glanced at Zebra Stripes and then at Red Mother, her face filled with anxiety as she pondered what to do. Her gaze inadvertently fell on Song Jiu, who was watching her with a playful expression, leaving her even more confused. Before she could say anything further, Red Mother had already leaned on her cane and left the seating area, assisted by a bald man as they walked into the cave behind. Another bald man tugged at the chain, signaling Song Jiu to follow. Song Jiu turned back and winked at Doudou, his eyes briefly passing over Jiao Ziqian before he nodded lightly. The cave erupted into chaos again; Zebra Stripes kicked over the food and drink on the table in anger and stormed out of the cave, casting a fierce glare at Jiao Ziqian before leaving. Jiao Ziqian, looking rather greasy, cheekily made a V sign with his fingers in front of his mouth and flicked his tongue.
The corridor of the cave was not long; after turning a few corners, they arrived at an entrance draped with a thick Fur Curtain. The bald man lifted the curtain for Red Mother to enter and handed the chain over to her before stepping back to the entrance.
Song Jiu followed her inside and glanced around, unable to suppress a quiet gasp.
This cave was much smaller, with the walls artificially smoothed and polished. Various warm Blankets hung around, and there were small round tables, several cabinets, and cushions scattered about. The walls were adorned with animal bones and rusty Cold Weapons. Overall, it was unremarkable—nothing luxurious, quite ordinary.
Song Jiu was pulled into another smaller cave that was not much different from the first one. It contained a large Bed Rest that took up most of the space, covered with thick carpets. Beside it stood a massive bedside cabinet filled with various Knives and Jewelry. A young man lay on the ground, chained by his neck to the wall, his body covered in wounds. He jumped in fright upon seeing Red Mother enter, scrambling away in terror.
Red Mother sat by the bed and lifted her foot. The young man hurriedly dragged out a wooden basin from under the cabinet, opened a drawer, and presented a round bag filled with fragrant milk. He poured its contents into the basin and carefully brought it to Red Mother's feet, gently washing them.
Song Jiu stood aside, coldly observing this scene as he chuckled, "You really know how to enjoy yourself."
"I missed Red Mother," Red Mother replied as she patted her lower back and tossed her mink fur onto the bed, her crimson lips curling into an alluring smile.
"What do you think?" Song Jiu sneered as he looked at the large figure across from him.
"After running away for several years, I'm back," Red Mother said as she retrieved a smoking pipe from the cabinet and placed it between her lips, beckoning Song Jiu with a finger. "Come here."
"No," Song Jiu shook his head.
The young man washing her feet trembled slightly and glanced back at him in fear.
Song Jiu ignored him, fixating on the long scar across Red Mother's chest, a playful expression on his face as he asked, "How did you survive?"
Red Mother stared at him for a moment, coughed twice, and then smiled. Lighting her pipe with a lighter, her thick fingers caressed the scar as she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Dream Fan is soft-hearted."
The corners of Song Jiu's eyes twitched slightly as he shook his head and sighed. "I should have taken matters into my own hands."
"You took her away but didn’t bring her back," Red Mother said flatly, her triangular eyes behind the glasses fixed on Song Jiu. "In the end, you caused her death."
"She’s not dead; she’s doing well," Song Jiu shrugged and repeated, "Very well."
"Where is she?" Red Mother's gaze intensified, her eyes narrowing.
"That’s none of your business," Song Jiu replied with a cold laugh.
"None of my business?" Red Mother shifted in her seat to find a more comfortable position, her fingertips tapping rhythmically on the table as she enunciated each word. "Her blood flows through my veins; she is my child, and always will be."
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