She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 371: Devil Among Humans As Cheyenne and the young girl locked eyes, the girl pleaded silently with her gaze. Was she seeking help from Cheyenne? Cheyenne gasped silently, biting her luscious red lip as she glanced at the other iron cages nearby. She realized that it wasn't just the young girl locked in there. The cages held not only middle-aged men in professional attire and young women stripped of their clothes, but also children as young as seven or eight years old and elderly people with grey hair.

Swere still alive, while others had perished.

The underground floor seemed unattended. Only a few people cin, roughly estimated to be around thirty. They wore masks and had an air of elegance, chatting and taking their seats. Cheyenne found a relatively inconspicuous spot near the center and sat down. Two men in front of her were engaged in a cheerful conversation.

One of them said, “I still need one more ingredient. I'll cby tonight to search for it. I wonder if I can find a good one." "Tonight is the thirteenth, the day of judgment. There will definitely be satisfying ingredients available. By the way, I wasn't satisfied with the previous one I bought. When the next trader comes, I'll sell her and exchange her for a different type," the other person replied.

"I had my eye on a girl last time. Her hands were quite nice, but unfortunately, she was afflicted by the Misty Forest. If I buy her and she dies right away, her skin will shrivel up and becstiff. It won't be pretty." When the two men mentioned "Misty Forest," Cheyenne's eyes brightened. She reached out and patted the shoulder of one of the men. He turned his head, sniffed the air greedily, and stared at Cheyenne's neck, captivated by her intoxicating scent.

"Hello there. Miss, are you looking for me?" he said.

Cheyenne endured his rudeness and curved her luscious lips, her voice dripping with charm. She inquired, "Yes, sir. You mentioned Misty Forest earlier, and I would like to purchase it. May I ask who I should approach?" The man seemed enchanted by her coquettish voice, his gaze fixated on the fair skin of her neck. "Misty Forest... It's not for sale. It's one of TWILIGHT's three flagship items. Miss, are you here looking for ingredients? How about trying something else?" What were they referring to as "ingredients"? Cheyenne was curious but dared not reveal her true intentions. She lightly nodded her chin, her tone cool and leisurely. "Yes, I am here for ingredients." As she spoke, she retrieved a box of cigarettes from her bag and offered it to the two men in front of her, extending a friendly gesture. However, they refused, stating that smoking was prohibited on judgment day.

Momentarily taken aback, she retrieved the cigarettes apologetically, quietly waiting for the arrival of the "judgment" they mentioned.

Just as the clock struck seven, the entrance to floor minus two began to close slowly. Just as the imposing iron door was about to shut completely, a familiar and magnetic voice cfrom outside. “Wait a minute." Cheyenne's mind buzzed with anticipation...

Was it him? As she turned around, she saw a tall and imposing figure, dressed in a three-piece tailored black suit. His legs were long and muscular, exuding an air of confidence, with a chilling aura surrounding them. What a coincidence.

He also wore a fox mask, though his was silver-gray, matching the color of her dress, unlike Cheyenne's red one. Damn it, why was Kelvin here? Could it be that he was also investigating Misty Forest? But that was impossible. He knew that Miss Berry, his childhood friend, was the culprit. Going by his style, he should be protecting that woman.

Or maybe Kelvin wanted to make a preemptive strike, found the evidence, and then destroyed it.

After careful consideration, this seemed to be the only possibility.

Cheyenne's delicate face under the mask looked unusually grim. She coldly stood up and moved to a darker spot where the lighting was dimmer, taking a seat.

Her gaze locked onto that dark figure, watching him glance around the crowd before choosing a seat closer to the front in the middle.

There was approximately a ten-meter distance between them, with dozens of seats in between. Hopefully, this time, he wouldn't have such luck running into her.

Lost in her thoughts, Cheyenne saw the red curtain in the center of the stage slowly opening. From both sides, a group of women in sky-blue dress, with enchanting figures, walked up to the stage. Standing among them was a slightly chubby man in a deep blue suit and a pig-like mask that concealed his appearance.

A deep, resonating voice echoed in her ears. "Welcome, everyone, to the Twilight court. As you all know, when Jesus was betrayed by his thirteenth disciple, Judas, he was bound to the cross and suffered a cruel fate." "After my Lord ascended to godhood, in order to ensure that all the sins of the world receive their proper punishment, the hawk becthe messenger of God, bearing the responsibility of judgment." "Today, let us witness who else deserves to be punished!" As the voice faded, the man clapped his hands, causing the red curtain on the stage to slowly open.

Inside a massive iron cage were seven people, of all ages and genders, their hands and feet tied with ropes, connected like a string of grasshoppers.

"They were ragged and huddled together in fear, with only the man standing alone at the end of the rope, bowing his head in silence. Cheyenne's gaze turned to the man, feeling his figure was reminiscent of someone in her memory.

The host with the pig-like mask laughed coldly, slowly unfolding the cue card in his hand, the soundechoing throughout the venue. "Number One: Nevaeh Mullen, female, forty-eight years old. The crcommitted - jealousy! She killed her husband and lover with heartless brutality. According to the ruling, she'll be disfigured." As soon as he finished speaking, two black-robed bodyguards walked up from the other side of the stage, dressed in black robes from head to toe. The horror of the white faceless mask was chilling. They were the executioners.

The black-robed man walked up with a bottle of solution and opened it in front of everyone and dropped two drops on the ground. Soon, wisps of white smoke rose from the bright red carpet under his feet, making a faint sizzling sound. Cheyenne guessed what he was about to do. It was sulfuric acid.

Sure enough, the next moment, the black-robed man poured the sulfuric acid solution on top of the woman's head. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, with a white towel stuffed in the woman's mouth, she couldn't even cry out in pain. Her face burned and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, her once beautiful and rich appearance turned into a hideous demon, leaving only two eyes staring painfully at the light above her head. Her body fell to the ground in agony, causing the other six tied to the rope to tremble in fear. Cheyenne clenched her fists tightly, biting her lip as she watched this cruel scene unfold before her. No wonder hell was empty, demons were here on earth!