"Stop fighting!" Ji Xian shouted, unable to bear the sight.

The slave owner stopped what he was doing, and said with a smile, "I'm so sorry, sir, my slave offended you. If whipping her isn't enough to vent your anger, I can subject her to torture."

The slave owner didn't believe at all that Ji Xian stopped the operation out of sympathy.

It's already hard enough to just live in this world, who will sympathize with others?

People are more likely to vent their anger on others.

From the slave owner's perspective, this guest must have been dissatisfied with his punishment of the little girl and wanted to see something more exciting.

"No, that's not what I meant." Ji Xian thought to himself, and decided to just buy the little girl.

Suddenly, strange occurrences arose in the vicinity.

A dirty man stumbled over, his goal clear: to get straight to Ji Xian.

"Are you Ji Xian? Are you Ji Xian?"

Ji Xian noticed that the man was trembling all over, as if he was afraid of something.

Ji Xian didn't think much of it and nodded: "Yes, that's me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the man lunged at Ji Xian.

"Help us, help us..." he said as he approached.

Ji Xian frowned. This person was so dirty, and he still wanted to get close to him. Besides, Ji Xian didn't know this person. How could he save him?

Ji Xian instinctively stepped back.

Xia Luoxue's pupils widened as she suddenly noticed something.

She yelled, "Run! He's carrying a bomb!"

Ji Xian's defining characteristic is that he listens to advice. As soon as Xia Luoxue shouted, he immediately turned around and ran away.

He had used many gene-enhancing drugs, and his reaction and speed were top-notch; he could leap more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye.

"boom!"

A loud bang followed, and an explosion came from behind.

Ji Xian's heart was pounding, and he was filled with lingering fear.

I ran quite a distance before I dared to look back.

Where he had been standing, there was now a large pit.

The short, fat slave owner who had been chatting with him earlier was still standing there, stunned.

Ji Xian thought he was alright.

The slave opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he turned around, Ji Xian saw that half of his face and half of his body were covered in blood and gore. Then, he fell to the ground and died.

The slave owner who whipped the little girl seemed to be unharmed because he was a little further away and half of his body was mechanical.

He left cursing and swearing, leaving the little girl on the ground, her fate unknown.