The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

When he saw Beiting Huang’s gaze fall on the Commercial Club, his eyes lit up and he grabbed the reins of the wildebeest. Mu Yang was amused. His doting gaze was so gentle that it could drip water. He was a gentler man than Qin Yu, but he did not lose his masculinity. He was originally an aloof person. Perhaps only when facing Beiting Huang would he show such gentleness.

“Brother Bei Ye, do you have something to sell?” Thinking about how Beiting Huang had been in the Magical Beast Forest for a long time, she must have gained something. Almost all adventurers or mercenary groups would go to the Commercial Club after returning from the Magical Beast Forest and exchange their adventure loot for Rubis and reward themselves.

There was the most fragrant wine, the most delicious delicacies, and the hottest girls. There was the money-squandering cave. It was also the hope for adventurers to survive when they were on the verge of despair in the Magical Beast Forest.

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Although Beiting Huang was young, he was still a man, wasn’t he? Mu Yang thought that he had seen through Beiting Huang’s thoughts, so he asked more vaguely. He was especially considerate as he said, “Brother Bei Ye, if you want to go, I’ll accompany you. I’ll pick you up later.”

Beiting Huang shook her head. “Brother, there’s no need. When the sun sets, I’ll go to the City Lord Mansion myself. I do want to go to the Commercial Club for a drink.”

Moreover, she had been walking in the Magical Beast Forest for more than a month. How long had it been since she had taken a good shower? Since she was going to attend a banquet, she definitely had to rest well before she could go over.

It was still early, but there was no lack of excitement in the Commercial Club. The thick curtains were tightly drawn, and the luxurious crystal lamps flickered with a dark yellow light on the ceiling. The atmosphere was warm and ambiguous. Groups of mercenaries gathered together, hugging sexy girls and gulping down wine. There were also lone wanderers sitting in the corner, looking at the bright street scene outside through the gaps in the curtains, deep in thought.

The wide glass door was pushed open, and with the waiter’s enthusiastic welcome, a young man in black clothes walked in. The entire hall suddenly fell silent, and then the enthusiastic atmosphere returned.

The young man was about 14 or 15 years old. His face was covered by a strange snow-white mask, revealing only half of his face below his nose. He looked cold, and his figure was thin but not weak. Beside his feet was a black panther. The combination of two extreme colors formed a strong visual impact.

For a moment, all the men and women in the hall could not retract their gazes from the young man. At this moment, the girls’ hearts were beating rapidly. Just his eyes and exquisite chin made countless thoughts arise in their hearts.

The young man walked to the counter and the beautiful receptionist asked eagerly, “Young Master, how can I help you?”

In the Central Continent, if one had a combat profession, and as long as they had a professional badge, everyone would address them as “Sir”. If they were a Heaven Rank profession, they would be respectfully addressed as “Your Excellency”.

There was nothing on the black-clothed youth’s chest, but he did have a Seven Star Swordsman badge. He had forgotten to wear it in the past, but now he felt that it was completely unnecessary. Although this beautiful young lady called him “Sir”, she did not feel that there was anything wrong with it.