Stunningly beautiful yet wicked, she begins by conquering eight beast husbands.

Chapter 150 Oh dear, has this caused trouble?

Thick smoke.

Firelight.

A hot and enclosed space.

Scarlett pierced straight into the dimly lit basement like a ray of light.

In that instant, everyone's eyes were on her.

She was slender, not robust, but the blazing firelight stretched her shadow long, rising along the wall like a lurking giant; the slightest movement could stir up a storm in everyone's hearts.

Wearing a strange mask that only revealed a pair of eyes, stained with a little black ash, yet unable to conceal their innate spirituality.

She glanced at the crowd, then walked resolutely toward one of them.

"Scarlett!"

Ashley practically flew to Scarlett's side. Seeing that she was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief, and with a flick of his finger, pulled Scarlett into his arms and hugged her tightly.

His heart was pounding, and his emotions were fluctuating frequently, like a mountain with no peak and a river with no end, winding and endlessly flowing.

Ashley hugged him so tightly that he seemed to have forgotten his persona, and Scarlett couldn't help but remind him, "Ashley, your persona."

Use a water gun to extinguish any remaining flames.

Ashley paused for a few seconds, slowly pulling himself out of his turmoil, lowered his eyes and murmured "Mmm," reluctantly letting go of her hand.

The fire in the basement was not large; it only burned the carpet and the walls along the edges of the door frames.

Scarlett's water gun was specifically for putting out fires. In less than two minutes, the fire was completely extinguished. However, there was a lot of thick smoke. Since there were no ventilation openings in the basement, the smoke wouldn't dissipate quickly and was trapped inside, causing everyone to cough incessantly.

Scarlett opened the door, but it didn't help, so she shouted for everyone to get out and not stay there, as it could easily lead to carbon monoxide poisoning.

but.

The group of males remained motionless, staring blankly at the open door.

Scarlett looked at Ashley, puzzled. "What's wrong with them? Are they feeling unwell and unable to walk?"

Ashley looked down at the sign around his neck and said, "They can't just leave; the Mistress has to come and lead them out."

Scarlett knew the rule, but rules are rules, people are flexible; she couldn't risk her life for the sake of rules. She suggested, "It's okay, you can just stand at the door and wait until the smoke clears before coming in."

Still no one moved.

Scarlett could understand one person being stubborn, but she couldn't quite understand a group of people being stubborn.

Although everyone's eyes clearly showed a desire to survive, their faces were ashen, a mixture of unease and fear, before finally returning to a deathly stillness.

There's clearly something wrong with this expression.

Ashley looked at Scarlett, hesitant to speak, unsure whether he should tell her that they had all been abandoned here by the Mistress.

Scarlett caught Ashley's hesitant gaze out of the corner of her eye, and on a sudden thought, she looked at the information on Ashley's sign.

Name: Ashley.

Female protagonist: Scarlett.

入厅时间：3125年11月30日19时47分48秒。

The information is very specific.

Then look at other people's, they're just as specific.

Scarlett thought about it for a moment and then realized what was going on.

While the Yaanna Theatre appears to be a large theater, it is quite different from traditional theaters. It has multiple floors and a wide range of services, including banquet halls, ballrooms, concert halls, and drama theaters.

Of course, the various services here are only open to females; males are not entitled to observe or enjoy them. If they accompany a female, they will be directed to wait in the underground hall.

The people who work in the theater are all shrewd, so they naturally wouldn't leave the females alone. They would arrange for a group of males to serve them, ensuring they felt right at home.

It's inevitable that newcomers will surpass the old ones.

In a world where women are superior to men, besides the principal husband, the secondary husband has a very low status, doesn't even have a formal wedding, and can be replaced at any time.

Most of them have been here for more than three months, and they've probably given up hope. They're too tired to care about life or death anymore and are leaving everything to fate.

The basement hall is not large.

Because of the sudden fire, everyone huddled together.

Smoke filled the air.

Scarlett roughly counted, and there were about seventeen people.

She raised an eyebrow and said, "Since you insist on staying here, I won't force you. I'll take my beast mate and leave. I wish you peace."

She took Ashley's hand and led him out the door.

When they reached the door, they suddenly stopped and looked back.

The envious and survival-driven gazes of the group of men pierced through the smoke and met hers unexpectedly.

They were stunned, bewildered and at a loss. Want to live? There was still hope.

Scarlett smiled. "However, I can help you send a message to your mistresses. They might be busy and forget, and need someone to remind them."

Everyone was taken aback again, a glimmer of understanding appearing amidst their confusion.

"Can, is it okay?"

Craig seemed to have given up hope, but upon hearing Scarlett's words, he was the first to step forward and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Okay, come and register."

Scarlett stood in the doorway, took out a notebook and a pen, and waved to Craigie.

Kresh was still somewhat dazed, seemingly unable to believe that there was still a chance for his situation to turn around. He had been here for so long that he had almost forgotten how to get home.

But he still chose to go to Scarlett.

He believed that the female ruler had not abandoned him, but had only temporarily forgotten him, and that as long as he wrote a letter to her, she would come to get him.

He walked to the door and out of the basement.

The bright light engulfed him.

Breathing becomes easier after a short while.

Cresshi's positivity inspired others.

They slowly moved to the doorway.

In the chaotic hall, everyone was busy putting out the fire and had no time to pay attention to them. If they left, no one would notice.

But none of them left.

They firmly believed that they would eventually meet the female master.

Cresshieu wrote a very long letter.

Seeing that others also needed to write, Scarlett quickly moved a few chairs over from elsewhere and handed out paper and pens to them. "Come on, write here. It's okay, no rush. I'll wait for you. Just remember to write down the address, the mistress's name, and your own names, otherwise I'm afraid I'll deliver it to the wrong address."

"it is good."

"it is good."

"Thank you."

Except for the last "rabbit orc" to arrive, everyone else came out of the underground hall and lined up to write letters.

Scarlett peeked inside.

My gaze lingered on his high-perched rabbit ears.

After a two-second silence, he withdrew his composure.

She won't force the other party if they are unwilling.

Créchet finished writing a long letter that took three pages.

He folded it neatly and handed it to Scarlett, saying, "Thank you for your help."

Scarlett put it in her pocket. "No trouble at all."

After finishing his letter, Clayshaw wanted to return to the underground hall, but Scarlett stopped him. "Since you're already out, go back in later. The smoke inside is still thick. Inhaling too much can make you stupid. You don't want to hurt the female lead because you don't recognize her when she comes to pick you up, do you?"

Kresh was taken aback and quickly withdrew his foot. "Then, I'll go in later."

Scarlett deliberately spoke in a loud voice.

Upon hearing this, the male who hadn't come out yet frowned, suddenly stood up, and walked out.

But instead of standing with them, he chose a corner to stand in, his expression cold.

Scarlett pursed her lips and chuckled to herself.

really.

For males, the female is the most important.

The fire in the basement was extinguished, and the group of people stood obediently outside waiting for the smoke to dissipate.

Scarlett did almost everything she was supposed to do, or even things she did incidentally.

The next step is to take Riley and Brian away in a reasonable manner.

She was just about to call Ashley along.

Two tall, muscular males suddenly appeared in front of them.

A thin male pushed his way out from among them, his face dark and disfigured, and pointed at Scarlett, shouting, "It's her! It's her!"

Scarlett was stunned.

Oh dear, has this caused trouble?

(End of this chapter)