Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1397 - 1396

Looking at the gun in front of him that had turned into a lump of scrap iron, Klaus broke out in a cold sweat. How the hell could any normal person do something like this!

"Also, send your men to the hospital later. They can still be saved. This time I didn’t kill anyone, so don’t push me into killing anyone," Lin Fan said.

Klaus hurriedly nodded. He had thought his underlings were dead. After all, they were lying there motionless. Turned out Lin Fan had spared their lives, and for some reason he suddenly felt a bit moved.

Lin Fan said, "You can hand the Snake Head over to me now."

Klaus said, "Alright, I’ll go get it right away."

He walked to a safe at the side, carefully took out a wooden box and set it down. When he opened it, there lay an ancient-looking bronze Snake Head statue. Lin Fan used his top-tier Insight to appraise it and found it was indeed genuine.

Afraid Lin Fan might suspect something, Klaus said, "Sir, don’t worry, this is genuine. Our Midnight Auction House guarantees quality. We absolutely do not auction fakes. Before the auction we already had experts authenticate it."

Lin Fan said, "I know it’s real. If it were fake, do you think you’d still be standing here in one piece?"

Cold sweat poured down Klaus’s back. Damn it, if it were fake, would Lin Fan have killed him? Fortunately it was the real deal.

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he picked up the wooden box, then turned to Lucy and said, "Let’s go."

Lucy said, "There’s one more thing... I need the antidote. They used some kind of drug to control me. If I don’t have the antidote, I’ll go into withdrawal."

As she spoke, Lucy bared her arm. There were several needle marks on it, and the skin around the punctures was already bruised.

To prevent the girls under them from disobeying, the underground forces used an addictive drug to control them. When the withdrawal hit, they’d give them the so‑called "antidote." Without it, the pain would be extreme, something an ordinary person simply couldn’t endure.

Lin Fan turned his head to look at Klaus.

Klaus was afraid Lin Fan would blame him and hurriedly explained, "You can’t blame us for this. We also paid money to buy her, and we had no other way to make sure she obeyed..."

Lucy said, "Where’s the antidote? I want the antidote."

Klaus said, "If you mean the kind of antidote that lets you quit completely after taking it once, that doesn’t exist. You can only go to a rehab center and undergo long-term treatment."

Lucy said excitedly, "Didn’t you say as long as I behaved, you’d give me the antidote later? You lied?"

Klaus was extremely embarrassed: "..."

In order to control the girls working for them, they used every trick in the book—drugging them, plus coaxing and intimidation—to keep them from resisting and force them to obey. These were already their standard methods.

As for that so‑called antidote, there was no antidote at all. This addictive drug worked just like cigarettes: when you’re craving a smoke, giving you a cigarette can ease the craving, but it can’t make you quit. There’s simply no such thing as an "antidote" you can take that instantly cures your nicotine addiction.

Realizing this, Lucy practically collapsed. In other words, she would still have to endure that torment in the future.

Lin Fan patted her shoulder to comfort her. "It’s okay, I’ll treat you."

Lucy blinked and stared at Lin Fan in surprise. Could it be that he knew Medical Skill too? If there was anyone in this world she would absolutely believe, it would definitely be Lin Fan.

"Mm." Lucy’s emotions gradually calmed down.

Klaus didn’t think much of it, assuming what Lin Fan meant was taking Lucy to a rehab center.

"Let’s go." Lin Fan called to Lucy, and the two of them then walked out of the office.

"I want to change my clothes first." Outside, Lucy said. She was still wearing her performance outfit and felt very embarrassed.

Lin Fan said, "Okay, I’ll go with you."

So Lucy led Lin Fan to the lounge. The girls usually lived here. Inside was a dressing room where the girls got ready to go on stage, and at that moment there were hostesses inside changing clothes.

When they saw Lin Fan enter, all those girls looked over, thinking he was one of the boss’s men. They hurriedly covered themselves in panic but didn’t dare get angry.

Lin Fan said apologetically, "Sorry to bother you."

A woman in her thirties gave Lin Fan an up‑and‑down look and said, "You’ve got a new face. Who are you? Kelly, who is he, what’s going on?"

The woman in her thirties was asking Lucy.

Lucy said, "I’m leaving this place."

The woman in her thirties was stunned. "Leaving this place?"

Her words were like a bomb going off. The other girls all turned their heads to look over, staring curiously at Lucy. How could Lucy be leaving this place?

Lucy glanced at Lin Fan, not sure how to explain for a moment.

Lin Fan said, "I’ve already bought her."

"Oh!" The woman in her thirties suddenly understood and said, "So that’s it. Congratulations, Kelly."

There was a hint of envy in her voice, a bit of relief, and a touch of desolation, as if she’d thought of herself.

For some reason, seeing that expression on her face, Lucy felt a little sour in her heart. "Thank you."

If she could, she would have loved for Lin Fan to save all the sisters here, but she knew that was impossible. For Lin Fan to rescue her alone was already a gift from heaven.

The woman in her thirties held Lucy’s hand. "Once you’re out, make sure you kick the habit and live well. You’re still young. You deserve a better life. Unlike me, I’m already beyond saving."

Lucy said, "Monica, I really wish you could all leave here too."

The woman in her thirties laughed. "Leave here? And go where? I’ve got nowhere to go anymore. You know, I quit the addiction ten years ago, but I still can’t leave. I’m not like you—someone bought you."

Some women here were forced, some had come willingly, but no matter whether they had started out willing or coerced, in the end they would all become "willing," because by then they had nowhere left to go.

Girls like Lucy once had a good life, but were kidnapped and brought here. At first they definitely thought about running away, so the underground forces used drugs to control them, along with all kinds of lies and threats. Any small mistake would result in a beating. The goal was to make the girl afraid, then numb, and finally accept this rotten life.

After a few years, once the girl was numb or completely destroyed by the drugs, even if they let her go at that point, she might not actually leave. Out there she had no way to survive and would end up coming back to this line of work. That was what it meant to be tamed.

Lucy had once been utterly desperate, because she had imagined that she would end up like this one day too. That would be a hellish life. In that sense, running into Lin Fan made her incredibly lucky.

Next to the dressing room, there was a corridor, and on both sides of it were the girls’ rooms—tiny spaces that, calling them "rooms," was an overstatement. They were just simple cubicles made of wooden boards, each with only a crude wooden bed inside. There were no doors, only a hanging curtain. This kind of life could only be described as desolate.

Lucy stopped in front of her own room and asked Lin Fan to wait at the door, then lifted the curtain and went inside.

A few minutes later, Lucy came out, having changed into a different set of clothes. As for luggage, she basically had none and came out empty‑handed.

"Where did you get those clothes?"

Lin Fan suddenly stared at her jacket and asked in a low voice.