Trafford's Trading Club

Bucky said in a relaxed tone, "Relax, even if I see through your tricks, it isn't a big deal. But if you want to find me a deal, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I heard Lucifer say that there will be some hot-headed amateurs coming to this world from her hometown every once in a while. These amateurs aren't quite capable. They can't lure human beings, and they don't even see reality clearly. Sometimes, they stupidly challenged the preys marked by higher-level demons. In the end, they didn't even know how they died."

As Bucky spoke, he revealed his collar intentionally — As the button on the collar opened, there was a looming black tattoo.

There seemed to be a skull with a pattern surrounded by black wings on the left and right sides.

It seemed to be speaking out—I'm marked by a high-level demon!

"We are indeed newcomers to this place. Thank you for the kind advice, dear customer." Boss Luo smiled slightly.

Bucky waved his hand at this time as if he was an experienced person, "It's fine. I have gone through this a few times before, and I'm more experienced. You two should be rookie demons, right? How about this, newcomer? Are you familiar with this place? If you have any needs, let me know. After all, Lucifer and I are great friends. I have to take care of her compatriot. After all, you guys helped me a bit and saved me from being chased by those agents. By the way, I have spoken so much, and my throat is a little dry. That "who" give me a drink!"

That Who*1.

Duang!

Something was thrown on the floor—The source of the sound seemed to be a staircase on the side of the lobby.

Bucky looked over curiously now. He realized that there was an old man dressed up in the 1960s style with an afro. That sight caught him in surprise.

The old afro man quickly bent over, picked up a vinyl record, and said in a cold sweat. "That…I, I, I…I have forgotten a couple of songs and didn't make it in time, so I plan to get a couple of vinyl discs to head back quickly and install the background music (BGM) for the game. I, I, I didn't hear anything. I didn't hear it! I, I, I, I'm heading back to work!"

As the old afro man stopped speaking, he disappeared at the end of staircases with a trail of his afterimages still lingering.

He's a Brave Adventurer! What a Brave Adventurer!

He's the Adventurer who dares to face the dismal of life.

You're such a role model!

But isn't it better to stay alive?

Dear Adventurer, I will go to your grave to clear the weeds and burn incense for you this time next year.

The afro boss held the vinyl record he found with shocking admiration in his heart. He rammed his head into a machine installed in a room on the second floor and finally disappeared.

…

A few seconds after the old afro man disappeared, Bucky rubbed his eyes, feeling that what he saw was an illusion. How could he leave a trail of afterimages through a simple sprint?

But if it's a demon, it doesn't seem too strange.

Bucky looked at Boss Luo and asked curiously, "Aren't your employees here quite distinctive? But why do you hire such a unique old man with this kind of fashion? Wow, you really respect the old and care for the young like a philanthropist? By the way, after talking for so long, don't you provide any drinks for greeting? Your service here is quite poor!"

"Sorry, we overlooked that." Luo Qiu leaned slightly, showing an apologetic appearance, "I didn't pay attention to the customer's needs and habits."

Bucky said graciously, "It's fine! Anyway, it's normal for newcomers not to know the way to do things. You just need to be taught a lesson, and things will get better!"

"You are right!" Boss Luo became more humble, "We have to reflect on that."

Bucky squinted his eyes at this time. Hmph, it seems that the newcomer this time is quite polite and tactful, not at all like the hot-headed amateurs whom I met a few years ago. Every time, they have to attack me violently first. After they saw Lucifer's mark, only did they come over crying and beg forgiveness from me.

Since they're pretty polite and tactful, I shall introduce them to be acquainted with Lucifer. Besides some of Lucifer's 'employees,' Bucky brought some men over to work there in the Flaming Lips Bar.

For example, the female demon beast who sucked Cage's energy clean last night.

"Haha, you don't need to reflect on yourself or anything." Bucky said delightfully, "I'm a generous person."

"No, no, no." Boss Luo shook his head and insisted, "To make the guests feel at home, I think it is necessary to change the layout here a little bit. For the negotiation to proceed happily, it is also important for us to use the environment and atmosphere that our customer is familiar with."

"Oh, I have said you can skip the trouble." Bucky chuckled, "My strength is that I like to guide new people, especially like your kind who is so tactful. Hey, how come this place feels hotter? Have you turned the air conditioner on?"

"Dear respectable customer, this place is really heating up." Boss Luo snapped his fingers suddenly, "Then, let's begin our consultation in the underworld?"

"Oh, okay… What?" Bucky blinked.

Then, he saw the floor tiles of the lobby were opened one by one. As the floor was removed like a jigsaw puzzle, orange and red rays began to fill the surrounding area, followed by a billowing heatwave.

The floor tiles disappeared completely. Bucky lowered his head and saw the red liquid flowing slowly under the chair, even continuously bubbling.

In the air, the pungent sulfur smell came surging at this time. Bucky even had intense suffocation assaulting his lungs.

His stiff neck lifted his head in difficulty. The young man in front of him had his skin cracked. In the end, it turned into a huge monster.

As for the woman who looked more perfect than Charlotte by many calibers, she suddenly put her hands on her hair and then slowly tore it apart.

She appeared like a butterfly breaking through a pupa—a bloody head emerging from a crack in the torn scalp.

The initially sweet voice turned into the screeching rusty gear noise. It served a special drink.

It was a purple bubbling and smoking liquid with a bloody skull as the container.

"This special drink is made with lizards, ogre brains, sulfur, and mouse plasma. I hope you will enjoy it."

As the 'container' slowly approached, Bucky covered his mouth in shock, feeling the pain worse than a hangover.

But at this time, there was a roaring voice above his head, "Customer, don't you like it? I can get my servant to serve you another one."

Bucky raised his head subconsciously but saw three identical heads appear above him. The three heads connected to a colossal body. Above this body, there was a big mouth, revealing circles of sharp teeth.

Drops of saliva flowed from the monster's three mouths and dripped on Bucky. He was like being splashed over by a basin. Worse still, the saliva was green, like stomach juice.

Bucky blankly reached out his hand to wipe off the sticky stuff on his face, then took a deep breath, and suddenly screamed, "Help me!"

He stood up instinctively. But after leaving the stool, he instantly lost the support against gravity and fell straight down. Bucky clung to the foot of the stool immediately at this moment, letting his body hang in the air.

"Dear customer, I forgot to tell you. What lies below is real magma."

The colossal monster above made a deafening sound.

As if to verify this statement, the 'container' containing the strange drink suddenly slipped from the maid's bloody hands.

Puff!

Falling into the magma, the container melted in an instant.

"Help…Help! I want to go back to prison!"

With saliva and snot spewing out, Bucky shivered in fear. His legs tightened on the only stool suspended above the magma.