Then he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
All the houses here are closed and no one is allowed to use them.
And where can ordinary people who have worked hard all night rest?
On the street, thin iron chains were stretched between the buildings.
They stretch across the entire street, row after row.
Everyone knelt on the ground, with their arms passed over the iron chains, their armpits stuck in the chains, and their heads resting on their arms as they slept.
They were half-naked, skinny, and covered with scars.
Meng Yi clenched his fists. If he saw correctly, there were dense spikes on the iron chains.
Sometimes, a divinely blessed person needs to pass through the street. In such a situation, the only thing to do is...
Stepping on the heads of the people passing by.
For the first time, Meng Yi realized that people would laugh when they were extremely angry.
The whistling of whips filled the air.
He turned around angrily, rolled out his flesh and blood tentacles in the direction of the whip sound, threw out fireballs, and a powerful mental storm.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the street.
"Who's making trouble?"
Someone followed the sound and came over, "Judgment Department..."
Then he saw Meng Yi safe and sound, and couldn't help swallowing.
A divine being who could confront the whipping power that relied on the city's formation network head-on must be at least at the 10th level, and was definitely not someone a small character like him could handle.
His attitude suddenly changed, and he nodded and said, "Brother, don't laugh, don't laugh. The formation is just a dead thing. Why bother to take it seriously?"
Meng Yi retracted his tentacles and suddenly stared at the person who came. It was a fat man.
Most likely he is a reckless man.
There was a flattering expression on his face, but there was no need to smile. No one knew how he created this expression.
Meng Yi snorted coldly and said bluntly: "I ask, you answer!"
"I understand, big brother, no, dear father! I will tell you everything I know!"
The rough man was quite straightforward and said, "My son's name is Liu Sanbiao."
Meng Yi frowned, "Speak nicely to me."
He pointed at the ordinary people on the street who had been woken up, glanced here casually, and then continued to sleep, and asked through gritted teeth:
"With the Fortress City officials doing this, how long can ordinary people survive? And the Supreme Council of Humanity doesn't care?"
Liu Sanbiao looked stunned. He scratched his head and asked doubtfully:
"If they don't do this, how much longer can they live?"
He carefully observed Meng Yi, and decided that he was some strange kind-hearted divine benefactor. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke:
"Brother, think about it, Queen Fu only tortures people, she doesn't kill them.
She actually treats these people regularly.
The Human Supreme Council has the same attitude, killing people at will is not allowed, as for the rest…"
Meng Yi glanced back at the group of ordinary people, and a feeling of absurdity lingered in his heart.
First you torture someone, then heal them, and then continue to torture them. What do you call this?
Is sustainability a concern?
The Supreme Council of Humanity can only ensure that these ordinary people will not be tortured to death.
Is this what Li Hao said, the basic deterrent power of the Supreme Council?
Liu Sanbiao's voice continued: "And...
Brother, I'm not talking nonsense.
Think about it, if Queen Fu is promoted to the first level, can it enhance the strength of mankind? Can she take control of a city and make Yuan'an City safer? "
He believed that when dealing with people like Meng Yi who had a kind heart, it was easiest to manipulate them with words, and they would then be caught in a dilemma.
It's just strange. Usually, these people are old men in their eighties who have lived through the old times, but today it's a young man.
He coughed dryly:
"Look, bro, this is for the greater good!"
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