Several fair and tender arms reached out to Su Xiao, and Sick Dog instinctively backed away, intending to retreat into the elevator.
"Do you think these women can trade for Sick Dog's life?"
Su Xiao looked at the screen. At this moment, those women with sultry eyes began to step back—this was their instinct.
The Ten Old Man on the screen furrowed his brows. The allure of women wasn't working; perhaps the women he offered weren't attractive enough? With Su Xiao's power, he probably had seen countless women and wouldn't be impressed by these.
The Ten Old Man cleared his throat, and the women in the room withdrew, leaving only one woman in a black dress standing. She had kept her distance, different from the others.
This woman's figure was graceful, with a large tattoo on her exposed arm—a black rose.
"This is Black Mary. If we reach an agreement, she will be your assistant."
Black Mary stepped forward, slightly bowed, and pulled a chair from the next room.
