A pair of large hands firmly grabbed Lin Feng, lifted his body out of the carriage, and tossed him onto the brick-paved ground.

"Hey, who are you?" A tall, burly man in a white shirt with a bare chest grabbed his collar, lifted him up easily, and spat out a strong stench.

"who I am?"

What's your name?

"What's my name?"

"I don't have a name..."

Hearing the dazed answer, the man glanced at Lin Feng and then asked the others around him with a puzzled look: "Were there any Eastern fleets entering the port last night?"

"No, he probably came by land, but his clothes don't seem to match..." The people around him stopped laughing and curiously looked at the unfamiliar face.

"Fine, take him back and lock him in cell number two."

The man handed Lin Feng over to his two henchmen and continued inspecting the carriages parked on the road.

The two henchmen who quickly grabbed Lin Feng hurriedly adjusted his top hat, and their faces immediately turned displeased as they looked at the unconscious guy in their arms.

Sending it back would only take an hour, which is far less appealing than the others who come here to conduct a perfunctory inspection and make some extra money.

"Let's go and see if he has anything on him."

One of the underlings gestured to his partner, who then lifted Lin Feng up, barely managing to muster a little more hope.

"Damn it, nothing at all. What a poor bastard. Didn't those ship merchants say the East was rolling in money?"

“He can’t be from one of those small Eastern countries. Look at his clothes, he doesn’t look like the group of Eastern nobles we met last time at all.”

"How about we kill him halfway? We can just say he ran away, and the boss won't blame us."

"Wait, the boss told us to send it back, just in case he really..."

"Okay, whatever you say, we'll take it back."

The ruthless glint in their eyes vanished quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they grabbed Lin Feng and threw him onto a carriage that already held five prisoners.

The wheels turned, the carriage moved forward, and after an unknown amount of time, Lin Feng, who had been dragged into darkness, slowly regained some of his senses and looked at this unfamiliar place.

Where am I?

"who I am?"

Who are you?

Lin Feng grabbed onto the crack in the wall and stood up. Following the sound he heard, he climbed to the top of the wall to a window.

There was a river outside, and on the opposite bank were rows of black horse-drawn carriages. Black smoke drifted in the distant sky, and the roar of steam engines could be heard from the nearby river.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze, his blank mind receiving these familiar images, yet he had no concept of them.

He seemed to have experienced countless changes, one scene after another like a slideshow, making it impossible for him to concentrate or connect his thoughts, ultimately leaving him with a blank screen.

But he vaguely knew something, knew that he was doing something.

"Hey... cell number 2 is locked up." A voice came from the darkness outside the cell, and a man in a black overcoat walked out silently.

"Cell number 2?" A woman's voice drifted out, accompanied by footsteps from an unknown direction. The woman suddenly appeared in the shadows in front of the cell door.

Lin Feng turned around at this moment, his blank eyes slowly moving along the light and shadow of the cell to the woman's eyes.

“Stranger.” The woman took a deep breath, her eyes, hidden in the darkness, faintly glowing red. “Such a unique flavor.”

“You smell it.” The man leaned closer, pulled an axe from under his coat with his arms crossed, and aimed at the chains on the cell with excitement.

Just then, the woman suddenly grabbed the man's arm, suppressing the strange aura that filled the air: "Wait, with him here, Lawrence will definitely show up tonight."

"Lawrence, hahaha, I can't resist wanting to taste him." Upon hearing the name, the man's hand involuntarily gripped the cage, and with a slight exertion, the arm-thick wooden pillar immediately cracked with a crisp sound.

"Don't rush, once we kill Lawrence, this area of ​​the Black Crow Gang will be ours!" After the woman finished speaking, a red glint flashed in her eyes, and she instantly disappeared into the shadows.

Until there was no more sound in front of him, Lin Feng still stared with his blank eyes and sat back down in the corner where he had woken up.

This time, his mind was no longer blank; the woman's red eyes flickered faintly in his vision, and his hand began to fumble for something around him.

Gradually, the sky darkened, and the sounds outside subsided. A chill entered the cell with the moonlight, enveloping Lin Feng, who sat alone in the corner.

Cell No. 2 is a cell tucked away in a corner. From the outside, it appears to be a dead end in the entire building, and even the guards on night patrol wouldn't give it a second glance.

But in this very place, every few days someone would be locked up and then mysteriously disappear.

"He's here."

A very faint sound appeared, and the darkness in the cell, which had been perfectly normal, suddenly gave way to the moonlight, as well as to the extra footsteps that could be heard in the cell.

"Click, click, click." The tall man who had captured Lin Feng during the day walked over step by step, stepping on the gravel on the ground, and stopped in front of the cell, slowly unbuttoning his cuffs.

Click...

The man opened the cell door, and his massive body squeezed into the cell, spreading out half of his fat shoulder to completely block the cell door.

He got bigger?

A huge black shadow was reflected in Lin Feng's blank pupils, as if the moonlight was trampled under his feet.

"Hehehe... Huff..." Heavy breathing came from above the dark figure, a foul stench emanated from his mouth, and he stretched out a hand even larger than Lin Feng's head.

"who!"

A muffled growl came from the panting, and the dark figure suddenly turned around, reaching out to grab his back.

"Lawrence, you've gotten fatter again." The man's voice came from under the shadowy figure's arm. The writhing shadow instantly turned into two hands, grabbing Lawrence's arm and pressing it down hard.

“Jacob Fry, hehehehe, you actually dare to show your face in front of me.” The dark figure slowly lowered his body, his heavy breathing becoming more and more rapid, gradually turning into an uncontrollable excitement, exposing a hideous pig-headed face to the moonlight.

"Lawrence the Pig-Headed Demon"

After Lawrence withdrew his arm, Jacob Frye, whom he was talking about, slowly raised his head, revealing the lips beneath his top hat that had been torn apart and fixed bit by bit with nails and copper wire.

“Why not? I’ve been waiting for this day for so long.” Jacob’s lips were torn, revealing rows of teeth that were clearly audible as he laughed, the teeth clicking together with a crisp crunching sound.

"Demon Baron Jacob"

Having said that, Jacob produced a brass knuckle covered in spikes in his hand and threw a punch at the pig's head in front of him.

When the brass knuckles attacked, Lawrence, with his bulky frame, didn't dodge but instead laughed, opening his mouth towards the approaching Jacob and letting out a loud, gurgling laugh like a frantically pumping fan.

"Smack!"

Lawrence slammed his hands together, his thick arms filling every corner of the cell, creating a hurricane that swept over Lin Feng's position and across a patch of darkness that trembled as if alive.

Nightmare Evie

The trembling darkness swept across the cell, silently entering Lin Feng's eyes, slowly approaching Lawrence's back, and extending two obsidian scimitars.

Just then, Lin Feng suddenly stood up. The loud noise attracted Lawrence's attention. He swept Jacob aside and turned his head to see the two unusually conspicuous curved blades.

“Evie Frye!”