Trafford's Trading Club

The 8th Block.

This was told by the few people who brought her to this place. They were wearing white uniforms and carrying powerful lethal weapons.

She was just a six years old little girl who had to lift her head to look at these people in white clothes.

The little girl was wearing the clothes prepared by these people, and she was already cleaned. She encountered many people on the way. All of them were wearing white uniforms. She couldn’t tell what these people were doing.

Because for her, everything here was beyond her ability to perceive.

Yes, since both her parents died tragically, the world had exceeded her cognition. The little girl looked at the dress on her body— it was just a piece that was directly put on her body; there was no upper and lower distinction. There was even no pocket. It was just like a robe that covered her body.

A brooch-like thing was pinned to her chest. A line of numbers was written on it. Her mother taught her the number when she was still alive, so she recognized what number was written on it: 1031.

“Go in. You will be living here from now on. As long as you follow the rules, you can live. As long as you become strong, then you can stand out. This is the only advice for you… Welcome to the 8th Block.”

They opened a door in front of her, then they pushed her directly into this place. After that, the door closed automatically.

She leaned against the door of the closed room with a little fear, and she looked at everything in front of her. There were many people dressed like her.

The age range from similar to hers to about twelve years old. She found that there were many children here. She couldn’t count them all at once.

But none of these children seemed to be willing to approach her. Even if she had been in this room for several minutes, they just looked at her silently.

As a newcomer, she tried to reach these children who came here earlier than her.

“Don’t come near me.”

“Go away.”

She had failed many times. Finally, she understood that the people here… don’t like others to approach them. Even if they were in this room, everyone kept a certain distance from each other… Each of them had their own territory.

“Come here.”

She heard such a voice. It was another girl older than her; she was about ten years old. The girl also wore a badge on her body which was written with: 791.

As for the children next to her, their gazes suddenly became strange… She looked at these gazes, and it reminded her of those vicious dogs that looked at her hostilely.

In the end, she still walked up to the ten years old girl who called her, feeling anxious.

“Don’t bother them, they are not against you, but everyone here.” This was the first sentence that the ten years old girl said.

“Why?” She was quite puzzled.

The ten-year-old girl smiled and said, “Because there are no friends here, and no one will want to share and play with you. Of course, including me.”

“I don’t understand…” She shook her head.

“You will understand later.” The other party told her this way. It had a kind and irresistible feeling. “As for why should I call you? That’s because I’m smarter than them. Listen, from now on, you and I are collaborators, you understand me? 1031!”

“1031?”

“Yes, your name, 1031.” The ten years old girl pointed at her own badge, “As for me, it is 791.”

So she shook her head, “I am not 1031, my name is Cui Yuner! This is the name my mother gave me!”

“Really?” 791 shrugged and said, “Then forget the name, anyway, in this place, you can only be called 1031… I can tell you in advance that if the people outside call 1031 and you don’t react, you will suffer a lot. You understand? 1031!”

“My name is Cui Yuner! This is the name my mother gave to me! I am not 1031!” She said loudly; tears were rolling in her eyes.

“It’s up to you.” 791 said calmly, “Then we will no longer be collaborators. When you understand, you come to me. Our relationship will continue.”

Later, she encountered the so-called suffering mentioned by 791. That was the second day she came to the 8th Block.

She was locked in a small dark room. She didn’t know whether it was day or night. No matter how much noise she made, there was no response. Moreover, there was no food and drink. She was released when she was dying.

“Do you understand now?” 791 came to her again, “Then, tell me now, what is your name?”

She shrank her body, and she even lowered her head. She whispered in fear, “1… 1031.”

“Very good, 1031.” 791 smiled. The next moment, she lowered her head to bite her lip, making her bleed.

“What are you doing!” She was frightened again.

791 smiled and said, “It is a contract. From now on, we are collaborators… 1031, kill everyone here with me.”

Kill… Kill everyone.

…

It was morning when she woke up. Nero sat up on the extremely soft hotel bed. The quilt slid off her body, revealing the shocking scars of her body.

She stretched out her hand and touched her lip, then she smiled, stretched herself vigorously, and said with a sigh, “It really is a good sleep. It’s not the same if someone is protecting me… Am I right, boss!”

Nero tilted her head and looked at the club owner who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed in the corner of the hotel suite.

Hearing a sound, Luo Qiu opened his eyes. He found that the guest had no intention of avoiding anything at all. At this moment, she sat cross-legged on the big bed with one hand holding her chin. She was unscrupulously looking at him.

Luo Qiu smiled and said, “It seems that Miss Nero has a good sleep.”

“Of course.” Nero nodded, “Because of the presence of a reliable boss like you, of course I can sleep very peacefully. I even had a good dream. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.” Luo Qiu said calmly, “In addition, there are still 7 hours left for guest protection.”

Twenty hours of protection time, Nero used 13 hours to sleep, and she was even sleeping naked…

“This sleep is really luxurious.” Nero stretched out again, and she walked out of the bed with a thin quilt… She walked to Boss Luo, and she looked at him while tilting her head, “Boss, am I really not attractive at all?”

“Miss Nero has a very good figure.” Boss Luo nodded and said, “Very fit.”

“Legs… Do you like them?”

Nero suddenly lifted her foot, then she gently stepped on Luo Qiu’s side, and she slowly lifted the quilt on her leg.

Unlike her upper body’s skin with many scars, the skin on her thighs was fit and smooth.

When the quilt was lifted to a certain extent, one could even see the blue blood vein under the almost jade-white skin.

“Want to see more?” Nero narrowed her eyes. “It can be regarded as a thank you for the hard work for the whole night, boss.”

“Three minutes.” Luo Qiu said abruptly.

“What?”

Luo Qiu said again, “The time before the end of the protection has been shortened by three minutes, my guest.”

“You are really difficult to deal with…” Nero sighed and shook her head, “I am actually quite confident in my body. But now it looks like…”

Nero turned around, then she looked sideways at her shoulder. Under the quilt, her back was full of scars like a spider web; it was unusually eye-catching, “It will… make you feel ugly right?”

“If Miss Nero doesn’t like it, I suggest you buy the service of my little shop.” Boss Luo said calmly, “It’s not expensive to eliminate these scars.”

“Boss, this script is wrong right?” Nero said with a laugh, “The mood was obviously so good just now, maybe if you say something cool, you might have got me?”

“There is still no discount in this way, guest.” Luo Qiu said calmly, “The black card is already your proof of discount.”

“I think I still hate merchants.” Nero shook her head. She just dropped the quilt on her body.

She was just wearing a pair of underwear as if she was not there at all. She said, “I’ll take a shower first, can you help me call for breakfast service?”

“Of course.” Luo Qiu smiled, “I wish you a pleasant shower.”

“You can come in and see at any time.” Nero shrugged, “I’m not closing the door~”

…

Hot water ran all the way down from above, Nero closed her eyes. She turned off the sprinkler after a long time, and she watched the water drip from her wet hair.

“As expected, if I relax completely… I will still dream…”

She shook her head, pulled her hair directly behind her head, then she wrote a few numbers on the mist-covered mirror with her fingers: 1031.

She wiped it off with the palm of her hand again. Only then she shrugged, took a towel and hung it around her neck, and walked straight out of the bathroom, “Boss, is breakfast here? I’m hungry!”

So… you really are not going to wear clothes, huh?

Boss Luo sighed.