Trafford's Trading Club

But compared to this unexpected accurate prophecy by Charlotte, Bucky was more concerned with why so many agents suddenly showed up!

Logically, the phone he used was prepared by Lucifer’s people—their stuff, though often dangerous and cunning, at least was reliable. So the calls shouldn’t have been traced or anything.

Could it be that Cage secretly informed?

But Bucky quickly dismissed the thought—because he had been with Cage all day and night, this guy was even hooked by a Banshee last night and slept like the dead, with no time for any extra moves.

Then, it could only mean one thing… there was a problem with his own subordinates!

Bucky kicked a passing trash can in annoyance, feeling extremely depressed: the debt certainly comes quickly! It seems like he just betrayed Young Roger not long ago, letting him die behind the theater. Now, it’s his turn to be betrayed by his underlings!

Thinking of himself being betrayed, Bucky became more and more terrified.

This time he called a subordinate he had known for over ten years, a brother who braved life and death together for help. But such a brother ended up betraying his whereabouts, this was quite serious!

During his time in jail, most of the business was managed by this trusted subordinate… Since this person betrayed him, who knows how much of his assets had been embezzled behind his back?

So angry!!!

I always said, wouldn’t it be better if I stayed in prison all the time!!

“He’s over there!! Hurry up, block the front!!!”

Lost in thought, the sudden angry shout startled Bucky—had those damn agents finally found him? Without thinking, Bucky took off running for his life, but he barely made it a hundred meters before he was gasping for air.

So angry!

Prison had good meals and accommodations, but had he become out of shape over the years?

What’s in front of him exactly?

Suddenly it seemed to darken, then abruptly brighten; he found himself in a softly illuminated place… as if he’d crossed a century, Bucky suddenly saw an old-fashioned hall.

He seemed to hear the sound of wind chimes.

“Well then, dear guest, may I ask what would you like to purchase?”

At the front counter, a young man with black hair politely looked at Bucky, while a woman beside him who was polishing an old phonograph with a cloth also stopped her hands.

…

It was as if he had entered another world.

Here was quiet, cool, making one feel like staying forever. For a moment, Bucky couldn’t even feel the breath of summer.

Astonished, he opened his mouth, then turned to look at the aged pinewood door… outside seemed to be another place.

The architectural style was completely typical of the slum areas—but he clearly remembered that he was running through the city downtown.

But in any case, the danger seemed to have temporarily lifted?

Bucky breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the young man at the counter leisurely walked around to him, his gaze constantly appraising Bucky, as if curious… it seemed a bit intrigued.

Unwittingly, Bucky met the young man’s eyes, and suddenly felt an indescribable sensation—those eyes reminded him subconsciously of Lucifer.

In his memory, Lucifer had once looked at him like this.

That look hidden within was indifferent… a lofty feeling as if gazing at mere ants.

“Hmm, dear guest, it seems you’ve been marked with a certain seal.” The young man smiled slightly, “I originally thought that guests like you wouldn’t come in… but.”

“But what?”

Hearing the young man mention “mark,” Bucky’s heart couldn’t help but jump… did this guy see something?

“First, let’s sit down and have a slow conversation. How about my shop serving the guest a refreshing flower tea?” The young man smiled gently, then tapped his hands softly against his ears.

A wooden stool resting at the side slowly moved next to Bucky. The young man made a gesture inviting him to sit.

Bucky opened his mouth. This scene… why is it so familiar.

“No need to be nervous, dear guest.” The woman with the cloth laid it down and smiled, “This is a place where anything can be purchased. Whatever you need can be found here. However, the currency used for transactions would also be something special…”

Before she could finish speaking, Bucky suddenly shivered and hastily said, “For example, using my soul or something, right?”

“It’s one of the currencies the guests can use for transactions.” The woman smiled slightly.

Bucky moved his lips: “Just as I thought… still the same… that familiar feeling…”