People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

As soon as she got off the bus, Exelna naturally took over the reins, gesturing for everyone to walk into the town, as if she had done this a thousand times before.

The town exudes an exotic atmosphere, with uneven cobblestone streets underfoot and buildings on both sides that are mostly made of huge stones.

The walls are covered with green vines, and the roof has a unique design, making you feel as if you have stepped into a medieval fantasy world.

Along the way, most of the town's residents were dressed in coarse cloth, and some fashionable tourists could also be seen visiting the town.

Beth looked around and took out her phone to take pictures: "This place is so beautiful, it's like a medieval castle from a fairy tale..."

"Yes, it feels like there's romance in the air."

Lorna took a deep breath, her voice trembling with excitement.

This buck-toothed girl, who had been driving silently in the RV and had barely uttered a word, seemed to have become a completely different person after stepping into this town.

As she walked, she looked around, her eyes filled with anticipation for an unknown romantic encounter.

"Lorna? Judging from how excited you are, are you going to take out your notebook and write an 800-word travel diary?"

Whitney teased her classmates while pressing herself against Suren without restraint.

She thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of flaunting her charm in this exotic place.

Even if this fiery approach fails to break through the man's indifference, it can still attract other men.

On the other side, female model Axelna was equally unwilling to be outdone. She held onto Suren's other hand and leaned almost half of her body against him.

Suren, sandwiched between two sexy beauties, was taking in the surrounding buildings with great interest.

He noticed that ever since they got off the bus, a group of burly men had been hanging at a distance from them.

Patty walked alone at the back of the group, looking at Suren who was surrounded by women on both sides in front of her. She had already cursed Suren a thousand times in her heart.

As the group passed through an archway resembling a castle gate, a group of children suddenly darted out from all directions, blocking their path.

These children didn't look like locals; their high cheekbones and light blue eyes gave them a shrewdness and wildness beyond their years.

They wore all sorts of knitted hats, stretched out their little hands, and shouted in broken English, "Dollar! Dollar!"

Seeing the group of begging children, Axelna wasn't surprised at all, and asked casually, "Does anyone have a dollar?"

Beth reached for her wallet: "I'll pay."

"No, no, I'll do it!"

Lorna suddenly interrupted Beth loudly, frantically rummaging through her handbag, wanting to prove that she could also handle this kind of social situation.

She rummaged around for a while, but instead of taking out any money, she inexplicably pulled out a small box: "I have some mints, how about a refreshing mint? They're really delicious."

As she spoke, Lorna took a candy out of the box and handed it to the boy at the front.

The little boy glanced at the candy in her hand with a puzzled look, then spat a mouthful of phlegm directly onto Lorna's face.

"fk!"

Lorna cursed instinctively, then froze on the spot.

"Get out of here!"

Axelna's expression changed slightly, and she quickly stepped forward to drive the group of children away.

Suren stood at the back, silently watching everything, and nodded slightly.

It turned out to be a human skin inn.

Exotic atmosphere and long queues at hot springs are nothing but tricks used by a massive transnational underground organization to deceive people.

Once the victims check into the hotels they recommend, their personal information and physical characteristics are immediately uploaded to the dark web and auctioned anonymously to wealthy individuals worldwide.

The highest bidder gains complete control over the prey and can dispose of it at will within the torture chamber.

These children are also part of the industry chain; they are not only responsible for surveillance, but sometimes they also rob tourists of their money.

Now that we know the plot, things are much easier.

These wealthy people must come to experience it in person to satisfy their perverse desires, right?

As an innocent tourist with little experience in the world, I was terrified by this group of perverts.

In self-defense, I will collect some compensation for emotional distress.

That's perfectly reasonable, isn't it?

After chasing away the group of wicked children, Lorna stood aside, awkwardly wiping her face.

The group continued on their way and eventually arrived at a hotel called Eden Garden Hot Springs.

The hotel's interior decor was completely different from the somewhat run-down town outside; the lobby was carpeted with soft carpets and the air was filled with the scent of incense.

Several scantily clad women sat on the sofa in the hall, large expanses of their snow-white skin faintly visible beneath their silk nightgowns.

Upon seeing Suren enter, the women reacted like sharks smelling blood, openly flirting with him and licking their luscious red lips.

A man with slightly curly hair and round, gold-rimmed glasses stood at the front desk.

He gave the female model, Axelna, a meaningful smile, then looked at the group and said, "Hi, is there anything I can do for you?"

Before Beth and the others could speak, Exelna familiarly interjected, "Our friends need to check in, please arrange the best room for them."

Watching the two of them working together in perfect harmony, Suren could only sigh that college students are still so easy to fool.

"no problem."

The bespectacled man looked up, his gaze sweeping over Suren and the girls. "However, according to hotel rules, you all need to show your driver's licenses for registration. I'll have a waiter take you back to your rooms later."

Suren handed over their fake IDs, glanced back at Patty following behind him, and suddenly said, "Sir, one room is enough for the two of us."

Before he finished speaking, the people around him started making a commotion.

Whitney's eyes darted back and forth between Suren and Patty, while Beth gave a friendly smile.

The bespectacled receptionist returned with the keys, his smile becoming ambiguous: "Of course, no problem, sir. Have a pleasant evening."

Patty's cheeks flushed instantly, but because there were so many people around, she could only suppress her anger.

After paying, the group took the key with the tag and Suren led Patty to their room on the third floor.

The room was decorated in a retro style, with a large bed covered with dark red sheets placed in the center.

As soon as she entered, Patty didn't care about the awkwardness of being alone in a room with a man.

She tossed her backpack to the ground, pointed at the soft, large bed, and declared her ownership: "Listen up, this bed is mine, you sleep on the sofa!"

After saying that, she let out a pleasant sigh, too lazy to even take off her shoes, and plopped down on the bed, intending to take a nap first.

Before she could even touch the bed, Suren grabbed her by the back of her collar: "I think you should go take a shower first, you're dirty."

After checking the room and finding no hidden mechanisms or surveillance cameras,

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Suren took off her coat, stretched, and very consciously returned to her old home—the sofa.

This hotel, designed for the wealthy, had a sofa that was much softer than the ones in the office, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Suren rolled over.

Judging by the time, his and these female college students' information should have already been put up for auction on the dark web, right?

Thinking of this, Suren was secretly looking forward to seeing how popular his appearance would be in the eyes of these thrill-seeking, perverted tycoons.

Who knows, it might fetch an astronomical price?