There was a huge metal cage that went all the way to the ceiling.
The strange beast inside was more than ten meters tall, with ugly hard shells all over its body and fangs protruding outwards.
Saliva dripped from the corners of its mouth, and its scarlet eyes stared fiercely at the person it was locked up with.
The man was covered in blood, and the original color of his clothes could no longer be seen.
Only from some turned-up corners can one barely make out the whitish background.
Outside the cage, the subordinate standing quietly held a metal rope in his hand, and the other end was tied to the metal ring around the neck of the strange beast.
"Increase the intensity to maximum! Keep going!" The masked man's voice was extremely irritable and gloomy.
"Yes, my lord." The subordinate became more respectful and pressed a button in his hand.
The metal ring emitted a dazzling light, and in an instant, the ugly head of the strange beast was raised high, and it let out a roar that seemed both happy and painful.
He seemed to be stimulated to the extreme and could no longer control himself, and rushed towards the person opposite him.
Despair flashed in the man's eyes. He dodged in panic, staggered, raised the dagger in his hand, and tried his best to stab at the huge head of the monster.
Unfortunately, not even a scratch was left, but the abdomen was pierced by the fangs.
In an instant, the man hunched over the ground, and dark red blood trickled down like a stream, weakly flowing over his bloody clothes again and crawling across the messy scarlet ground.
The masked man looked along the winding road, his eyes passing over the white coat whose base color could no longer be seen.
He licked the corner of his mouth and finally smiled contentedly.
This rich blood color is truly the most beautiful color in the world.
His gaze dropped slightly to the bloody man lying on the ground.
You can still see the faint rise and fall of the chest.
Not dead, that’s good, it means I can continue tomorrow.
"It's been two days, and you still won't beg for mercy?"
A lazy, mocking voice rang out: "Haha, I just love watching these so-called tough guys showing off."
The subordinate bowed and stepped forward, replying hesitantly in a low voice.
"Master, in fact, this man couldn't bear it at noon and had already...begged for mercy."
"Oh, please beg for mercy."
The masked man sneered and repeated it in a low voice, then suddenly felt bored.
He tilted his head back, resting his head on the back of the chair, staring into the void above. His eyes were empty for a moment, as if he couldn't find focus.
After a while, a bored mutter escaped from his throat.
"It's really boring."
He raised his finger lazily and waved it casually, indicating that the man should be dragged away.
I'm too lazy to take another look.
He raised his right hand and made another gesture. A shadow in the corner quietly appeared beside him and bowed to obey his orders.
He asked, "Any news from the Gray Zone?"
"My lord, not yet." The subordinate's voice was a little hoarse.
"Why do you have so many rubbish?"
There is really no good news at all.
He drummed his fingers, each time more impatient than the last.
"We've found the spiritual power, so there should only be a half-dead body left over there. How could we not find it?!"
"My Lord, all detection equipment has been used, and the entire Gray Sky Zone has been searched. For now... for now, there is indeed no news."
The subordinate began to sweat again.
"Where is that simulated robot?" the masked man asked again impatiently.
"Disappeared...disappeared." Another layer of sweat wet his face.
“Disappeared?!”
His tapping fingers suddenly stopped, and he gritted his teeth and asked, word by word, "What do you mean by disappeared? Huh?"
The tone was not loud, but it made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts for no reason.
The subordinate hurriedly said, "Master, Hawke took action a few hours ago and blew up the entire underground laboratory before escaping.
"And the robot is said to have never emerged from inside, and has never been found."
The voice is unstable.
The masked man slowly sat up straight, twisted his neck left and right, and glanced over lightly.
"Don't tell me that his mental strength has returned to his body, haha."
His tone was gentle, yet chilling: "You know, I'll go crazy if that happens."
"No, no, my lord, that shouldn't be the case. There are mental detectors in every channel of the Gray Sky Zone, and no 3S-level mental power has appeared."
The subordinates were shaking like sieves.
The masked man sneered: "Without a body, his mental strength won't last long.
"Add double the manpower. If we can't catch them, tell them not to come back."
"yes!"
The subordinate reported again, "Master, we just found out that the real person who had been very close to him suddenly bought a spaceship ticket to Hawanda a few hours ago. But he was alone."
"Oh? That person?"
The masked man tilted his head, vaguely recalling a thin shadow that pounced on him without hesitation.
Taking the blame for the simulated robot, haha, I don’t know what a strange structure its head is.
He was just in a bad mood at the time and couldn't bear to see the man go back unscathed, so he just wanted to have some fun and teach him a lesson.
With that man's skills, a tracking bullet certainly couldn't do anything to him.
But what’s interesting is that such a clueless idiot suddenly appeared.
The masked man suddenly became interested: "Isn't he dead?"
The subordinate immediately replied, "My Lord, no, and he recovered quickly."
"Oh?" This was a bit beyond the masked man's expectations.
The subordinate continued to report: "That person took him to Master Fantu for treatment."
"Oh, no wonder, that old man is quite capable."
The masked man nodded, and the figure who leaped forward without hesitation flashed before his eyes again, and he suddenly felt confused.
"Tell me, under what circumstances would a real person save a simulated robot?"
The subordinate hesitated and guessed: "Maybe... I care more..."
Seeing that his master's expression was about to change, he immediately changed his words in a timely manner.
"Or maybe... this person just happened to trip...?
"Or... is it this person who is willing to sacrifice his own life...?"
My subordinates are very frustrated and can't continue.
Who knows if there's something wrong with his brain?
"Hmph, are there still people like this?!" The masked man glared at his unreliable subordinate, who immediately fell silent.
"But it's more interesting to be unable to figure things out," the man said, barely finding some amusement. "When did you say he was going to fly?"
Subordinate: "We took off early in the morning and are now on the spacecraft."
"oh?"
The masked man stood up and slowly adjusted his black velvet cloak until there was not a single wrinkle, then he walked out leisurely.
If you have nothing to do, you can catch it and play with it.
The haze in his eyes that hadn't dissipated since he woke up had faded a little.
"Haha, I hope he can hold on a little longer and not let me lose interest too quickly."
The subordinate hurried a few steps to catch up, and couldn't help but light a candle for the man in his heart.
Anyone who is found interesting by a capricious master will eventually be tormented to the point where they become meaningless.
There are no exceptions, only the length of time is different.
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