Chapter 805 No. 1136

The black market is a prison for wrongdoers.

Stepping inside, a strong smell hit your face, mixed with the smell of blood, mold and the disgusting smell of rotting meat.

In every prison, there were people lying dirty and scarred beyond recognition.

Looking closer, you can clearly see that these prisoners are covered with large and small wounds, many of which are deep enough to show the bones.

Due to the lack of medical treatment, many people's wounds have begun to rot and grow maggots. Some people's entire bodies have turned blue and purple due to large-scale infection of the wounds, and they are obviously close to death.

Some people even had their hands and feet broken off and thrown inside. They could only survive by eating the reptiles that breed in the prison.

The black market owner, the man with sunglasses and the man with the scar, walked in here together.

When the little leader guarding the prison saw the man in sunglasses, he immediately trembled and knelt on the ground and said loudly:

"Boss!"

The other guards immediately fell to their knees and remained silent.

"Is that idiot who neglected people locked up here? Is he dead?"

The scarred man asked murderously.

"No, no! We tortured that man, and he's still alive. The leader hasn't come back yet. How dare we let him die!"

The little guard head shook his head quickly, his body trembling involuntarily.

On weekdays, the head guard can be described as a king-like figure in this prison.

Taking pleasure in torturing prisoners.

It can be seen that after seeing the real owner of the black market, he didn't even dare to fart.

"Take us there!"

"Yes, yes, boss, follow me!"

The guard quickly led the way, leading the black market owner and the scarred man to a prison.

"Boss, it's this fat man!"

The black market owner frowned.

The people in the prison were so thin that only a layer of loose skin was left hanging on their skinny bodies.

Like a balloon that has been punctured and deflated, it can be seen that this person was once a fat man, and it was only because of his sudden weight loss that he became like this.

There are still many scars on the body, and the wounds in many places have become abscessed and festering. In addition, the body is dirty, and the whole body exudes a foul odor.

This person was originally a blackhead who was in charge of the skin and flesh trade on the sixth floor of the black market.

Within the scope of his jurisdiction, the black feet he raised actually killed dozens of customers who came to the black market for entertainment.

This is a terrible incident that has never happened before in the black market.

Not only that, but also allowed the black foot to escape from the black market.

Afraid that the black market owner would be furious when he came back, this stupid pig reported the matter to the Central District of the New Seventh District.

So there was a city-wide wanted manhunt.

As a result, after such a long time, the person was still not found.

On the contrary, because of this incident, the reputation of the entire black market was greatly affected.

was jailed a week ago.

"Boss, I just pulled this fat man out this morning and gave him a good beating. Do you want to go to the interrogation room? I'll drag this fat man out, wash him, and bring him over to you."

The prison head rubbed his hands.

The scarred man said:

"Then take it to the interrogation room!"

Soon, the blackhead, which had been roughly rinsed and given painkilling injections, was escorted and thrown into the interrogation room.

Blackhead's originally desperate and numb eyes immediately burst into life after seeing the sitting black market owner.

"Boss! Boss, you are finally back! Boss, that matter really has nothing to do with me!!"

The black head howled and tried to climb up to the black market owner, but was kicked back by the scarred man.

Blackhead, who didn't have much strength, was immediately kicked to the ground and couldn't get up.

"Say what you say and don't come over! It stinks!"

The scarred man said with a look of disgust.

Blackhead didn't dare to come forward anymore. He just knelt on the spot and kowtowed repeatedly to explain:

"Boss!! I really don't know where that kid got so much ability. He was obviously just a little piggy, how could he kill so many customers?!

This is unreasonable. Someone must be eyeing my position and deliberately messing with me! That must be it! Boss, you have to make the decision for me! ! "

The black market owner, the man with sunglasses, took off his glasses, looked at the black head coldly and asked:

"What's the name of this kid you're talking about? Where were you when the accident happened that day?"

"Name? His, his name is No. 1136! A boy who is only 15 years old. He has always been honest and honest like other boys."

Blackfoots are numbered when they are born, and when one dies, another one will replace the original number.

And the one possessed by Xia Chun is No. 1136!

...

"I was resting in the room that day, and suddenly I heard something moving outside. I heard someone shouting that someone was dead. I went to look and realized that so many guests were dead. I immediately called people to control the situation and disperse them. other guests to avoid negative impact.

After that, I immediately found someone to arrest No. 36... Unexpectedly, I was arrested not long after! "

The scarred man said with a cold expression:

"Then do you know that in addition to killing 57 guests, that kid also killed 29 of our top thugs? One of the level 5 thugs died in his hands! Is this how you manage your subordinates? Why do you want to send this to us? The matter is going to the Central District!"

The level 5 thugs in the black market are level 5 mental power users.

It is already a high-end force in the black market.

In some backward urban areas, fifth-level spiritual power users are even powerful people.

But he died in the hands of a black foot that hadn't grown yet.

This incident not only caused irreparable damage to the black market, but also made people panic. It also made the black market owe the district chief a favor because of this incident.

How could this damn fat guy have such a big face!

Blackhead was immediately speechless.

He knew that if he couldn't catch anyone, when the black market owner came back, what awaited him would be worse than death.

He could only give it a try.

Unexpectedly, the black market owner did not come back, but other managers reported the matter to the black market owner.

So he was imprisoned in the black market prison in advance.

"Boss, have mercy! I really want to solve this matter... For the sake of all the years of hard work I have done for the black market, let me retire and enjoy my old age. I will give this position to others!"

Heitou kowtows desperately, thinking about saving his own life.

However.

"Trash, what qualifications do you have to live?"

The black market owner, the man in sunglasses, stood up and walked out of the interrogation room coldly.

After the man in sunglasses walked out of the interrogation room, the screams in the interrogation room began, but they soon stopped abruptly.

The scarred man wiped his hands and walked out of the interrogation room, approached the black market owner and said respectfully:

"Boss, can you leave this matter to me?"

"I'm going to see a new human pig in my office within a week. This time, remember to dehydrate it well and make it dry, so that it doesn't rot after just a few days."

Those who dare to cause trouble in the black market have never escaped the pursuit of the black market!

The harder the stubble is, the more pleasant the screams of the pig will be.

The scarred man knew that the boss liked this, so he nodded:

"Don't worry, boss, I promise to handle it properly."

The scarred man looked at the jailer who was standing outside the interrogation room and was smiling apologetically, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Go and clean the interrogation room. Make it clean."

The prison head trembled, his body tensed upright, and his words were vibrating:

"yes!"

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