Seeing the captain leave, Zhang Xiaomeng quickly followed, and a glimpse of a small pool of blood on the ground made him shudder.
At the end of the wide corridor, two waiters, one squatting and the other lying down, were on the expensive carpet.
Zhao Xiaoyue could faintly hear the persuasion, "Xiaoman, people like us have no way to survive, why should we struggle? No matter how much we struggle, we're just rotten mudfish in a stinking ditch. At least if we follow Master Mang, we'll live a life of luxury and won't have to accept the fate of being bought and sold."
The person lying on the ground was trembling, his voice hoarse, "He's a pervert, a sadist. This should have been Asa's problem."
"Ha, do you have a better choice than to accept it? Asa is the boss's favorite, what do you have to compare with him?"
Zhao Xiaoyue had good hearing and gradually understood what was going on, thus grasping the general plot.
No wonder we couldn't find him; he'd been locked in the dungeon.
Because he is of British and French descent, he has the tall, handsome features of a British person and the golden hair and deep blue eyes of a French person, so many people remember him. However, he is born with an allergy to bodily fluids of the opposite sex.
Zhao Xiaoyue and Zhang Xiaomeng did not go directly there, but instead sought out Mr. Yi, the casino manager.
When Zhang Xiaomeng met Mr. Yi, he was almost knocked over by Mr. Yi's revealing clothes, especially the two peaks on his chest, which were too visually striking. He kept his head down the whole time.
Mr. Yi parted his red lips slightly, a slender women's cigarette between his fingers, and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Young lady, you have quite the nerve. Xiaoman has already been taken by Master Mang. Are you sure you want him?"
Zhao Xiaoyue leaned back on the sofa, "It looks nice to look at, I'll buy it and use it as an object."
Mr. Yi crossed his arms. "Alright, as long as you can convince Python, half the price will do."
Zhang Xiaomeng thought to himself, "My god, 10,000 dollars for a person? That's too expensive, even after the discount."
Zhao Xiaoyue turned and left.
It's even easier for Python Lord.
The casino had another exit, and Zhao Xiaoyue blocked it directly. "Captain, how do we convince that person? He seems very intimidating."
Zhao Xiaoyue took a sip of water. "Let's talk about it when he comes out."
Python Master was indeed going back today. When the group came out, they saw a young girl leaning against his car. He gave his bodyguard a wink, and the bodyguard immediately stepped forward to drive her away.
Zhao Xiaoyue said in fluent North African, "Helmuth is illegally trading weapons."
A single sentence, like a thunderclap, rang in Python Master's ears. The bodyguards and the others exchanged bewildered glances. "What did you say?"
Zhao Xiaoyue stepped forward a few paces. "Could we speak in private?"
Python Master's expression turned dangerous. "Heh, where did you come from? How dare you talk to me like that!"
“While you were away last year, Helms secretly sold a batch of heavy weapons ammunition to…”
Python Master interrupted in time, "Let's talk over there."
Zhao Xiaoyue smiled with satisfaction. "You know what's good for you. Otherwise, I would have emptied your pockets!"
Zhang Xiaomeng's admiration was like a surging river. He could even intimidate the all-powerful Python King in South America. What kind of amazing person was this person in charge?
Python Master and Zhao Xiaoyue walked to a slightly farther place. "Tell me, how did you know?"
Zhao Xiaoyue didn't waste any more words. "If you don't believe me, you can have your men check whether Helms has been frequenting ports in North America recently."
The confident tone made Python Master hesitate to gamble. "What are your conditions? Who are you?"
Helms was one of his men in charge of arms, who defected halfway through the journey.
Now he recalls many suspicious things about this man, such as how a gambling addict suddenly stopped coming here!
Seeing the python master's expression, Zhao Xiaoyue said, "I only want one person," pointing to the person being supported at the back, "that person is mine!"
Python had already drawn his gun, and just as he pulled the safety, a gun was pressed against his stomach.
"Master Python, I only want that person. If you had been a few hours later, the entire armory would probably be wiped out."
Upon hearing this, Python Master's pupils contracted. "Let's go back!"
That was his entire fortune. That bastard Helms actually stole and sold his weapons. Whether the news was true or false, it was better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.
The group left quickly and in a large procession, leaving the anime convention attendees at the very back.
Their fate is unknown!
Zhao Xiaoyue rushed over, helped the person up, and placed her fingers on the arm of the person in the comic exhibition hall. The person had a ruptured spleen and severe anemia.
Zhao Xiaoyue lifted her anime convention shirt and had Zhang Xiaomeng support her as she massaged several acupoints on her body to stimulate her vitality.
Ten minutes later, the anime convention worker managed to open his eyes briefly before fainting again.
Zhao Xiaoyue held back her tears. "Let's go, take him to the hospital."
Zhang Xiaomeng carried the person on his back and followed Zhao Xiaoyue to the hospital in a taxi.
He woke up in excruciating pain, feeling as if his heart was being torn apart.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Xiaoyue's voice was barely audible as she paused her hand stimulating the acupoints. "I asked you why you pinched me?" the anime convention worker repeated.
Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes lit up, but she said aloofly, "The doctor said you might not want to wake up, so I'll stimulate your acupoints! I know a little about traditional Chinese medicine."
Zhang Xiaomeng almost burst out laughing. He had just put away the thorn that was stabbing him, and it was so long and thick.
Who are you? Where am I?
He remembered feeling like he was in a dungeon, hiss...
How did he end up in the dungeon? Wasn't he supposed to be at the funeral home handling funeral arrangements?
suffer?
Handling funeral arrangements?
Whose funeral was it again?
What happened?
The anime convention was giving him a terrible headache, and he was about to pull out his hair when Zhao Xiaoyue quickly grabbed his hand. "Don't move your head. You've had an electric shock to your temple. It's a miracle you survived."
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