A smirk pulled on Dominique’s ck lips which was due to the tobo he had been smoking, stretching to his saggy droopy cheeks that looked like dough.


    "I was surprised too. But our host for this event was very generous towards us, the buyers. He permitted us to have fun with the girls without having to pay a dime before the trade started," Dominique replied, his gaze on a young girl who didn’t look more than eighteen getting banged by two men. One from the front and the other from behind. She tried to fight them off but her hands were tied behind her back, leaving her helpless with no choice but toply.


    ’The host?’ Xavier wondered.


    In every trade he had attended, there was always a host who would engage the buyers into buying the girls, but never once did the host let the buyers touch the girls. Now, he couldn’t help but get curious about this host of a person.


    "Do you know who the host is?" Xavier asked. He didn’t find his question suspicious at all, but he wanted to gather that information as fast as possible and leave the room before Dominique uttered what would lead to his death. But he was willing to kill the man even before he uttered the words.


    Dominique locked his lips lustfully as he continued to stare at the girl. Xavier followed his gaze hesitantly, knowing it wouldnd on something lewd.


    He memorized the faces of those men, already having an idea of how to remove them from the face of the earth permanently. He wasn’t going to waste too much time on either of them.


    "I don’t know the man personally. He is quite discreet about himself. I saw him earlier, he was wearing a mask. He never lets someone see his face," Dominique replied.


    ’He?’ Xavier thought to himself.


    Usually, they would have a female as the host who would engage the buyers. But this time around, they were having a male do it.


    ’Who could this man be?’ Xavier wondered with a deep frown evident on his face.


    "Let’s go have some fun—"


    "Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom," Xavier interrupted, walking out of the room. There was no way he was going to cheat on Selene. He wanted to do it with her, but only at her own will.


    Dominique stared at Xavier’s back with a scrutinized gaze, wondering why he would refuse such an offer.


    Shrugging his shoulders, Dominique pulled down his jeans and went to the eighteen-year-old girl who was trying to recover from the two men.


    Xavier walked around the corridor, hoping he could hear voices, and this time, it wouldn’t be a room filled with girls getting raped. He might not be able to stand it and give a go signal to both Maxwell and Ito.


    Xavier halted his steps when he saw a door that was left slightly ajar. He went to it, and leaned slightly on it before peeking into it.


    He saw five men dressed in suits. Three were dressed in ck suits while holding onto weapons—they were bodyguards. One of the two men was dressed in a red suit with a mask thatpletely covered his face, leaving only his eyes for people to see.


    The other one was wearing a gray suit, his face also covered in a mask which was simr to the one wearing a red suit.


    Xavier frowned deeply.


    ’Which one?’ He wondered.


    "Do you know if X has arrived?" He heard the one wearing a red suit question the one wearing the gray suit.


    "I’m not sure. Even if he did, we wouldn’t be able to recognize him. He always covers his face," said the one wearing the gray suit.


    The red one sighed. "I doubt he wouldn’te here. He alwayses to the trade and attacks us. When you see someone acting suspicious, immediately capture them," he ordered. "Go start the trade," he added.


    Immediately Xavier heard them, he turned around, heading the other way before the one wearing a gray suit would see him and find him suspicious.


    He didn’t recognize the voices of the people he just heard speaking, but from the masks on their faces, he would just have to adopt themter.


    Ever since Xavier had started his work of saving girls from human trafficking, never once had he been able to find the mastermind of each trade, the main owner of the organization of human trafficking.


    But for some reason, he felt like one of those two men was the mastermind of it, the one wearing a red suit.