Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Although Dorogo agreed readily, the various forces in the dungeon were secretly colluding with each other, and this could not be stopped even under the control of the owner.

During this period, in order to protect himself and climb up faster, Winslow also had some inseparable cooperation with them, including but not limited to various cross-border businesses.

So if you want to leave completely, you need to spend some energy to deal with these things.

These past few days, Winslow basically went out early and came back late, meeting with various forces. He needed to maintain a high level of vigilance and alertness in order to avoid being bitten back.

In fact, over the past five years, Winslow has become adept at this kind of confrontation and has learned how to find the most beneficial way of cooperation in the shortest time possible.

But every time he went home at night and was asked by Jinchen for comfort, Winslow still felt very aggrieved and had to be coaxed for a long time before he could relax.

Even so, after Winslow recovered, he did not plan to let Jinchen accompany him to the underground city. Instead, he wanted to leave the city with Jinchen and return to China after all matters were resolved.

But the troubles kept coming, and Winslow became visibly tired until he came back one night injured.

"Stretch out your hand and let's see."

How could Jinchen not notice it? He took the fruit bowl and stuffed an apple piece into the mouth of the guilty Winslow.

Winslow moved a step and took off his black shirt stained with blood. His shoulder, which was so white that it was conspicuous, was bruised so severely that it turned purple, and there were scars from dodging a dagger.

He was afraid of being scolded, but he didn't want to be scolded either. He blinked his wet eyelashes and said coquettishly in a trembling voice: "Brother... I'm in pain."

Jinchen couldn't bear to say anything harsh.

He sighed softly, and took his wife, who had been wronged outside, into his arms, carefully avoiding the painful wound.

"Be good, brother will apply medicine for you."

"Want to hug."

Winslow, who was already in his arms, coquettishly whispered, obviously asking for another way to hold him.

Jinchen put down the fruit plate, put his arm around his waist, hugged him tightly, and turned to go to the bedroom.

After being suspended in the air, Winslow subconsciously hugged Jinchen and gave him a tight hug, which made him feel extremely safe.

"Tell your brother who beat you up like this."

Jinchen comforted him softly and applied the medicine even more gently. Winslow no longer felt any pain and leaned on his shoulder to complain.

Winslow mentioned the name of an organization, and the leader was Elder's former loyal follower.

Just after he finished speaking, Winslow paused as if to save his face, and then said: "I didn't lose, it was a tie."

Jinchen glanced at him sideways, "Do you want me to praise you?"

Winslow nodded stubbornly, and then was flicked on the forehead by Jinchen. He hissed in pain and pouted in grievance.

"Wen Xiaoluo, you said you were going to a meeting before you left." Jin Chen's eyebrows were painted with a subtle smile, "It seems that the content of this meeting is quite intense."

Winslow blinked his eyes and moved forward to ask for a kiss, but Jinchen pinched his face instead.

"Don't act like a spoiled child. I haven't finished yet."

Jinchen put on the gauze and pressed the surrounding muscles to relax them. He stopped when he felt it was nothing serious.

He picked up Winslow and threw him on the bed. The rope, which was no longer of any use, was pulled out from under the bed and locked up Winslow through the quilt.

Winslow struggled a few times, but he didn't expect Jinchen to do the same.

"elder brother!"

"heard it."

Jinchen responded lazily, leaning over and kissing the corner of Winslow's eye, "Lie down obediently, brother will get you back."

Winslow was stunned for a moment, "You want to go out?"

"It's been almost half a month, baby. Even prisoners need to be let out for exercise regularly."

Jin Chen pinched his nose and couldn't help laughing: "My wife has been wronged, I have to go there in person, can the warden of Wenda Prison give me two hours of fresh air time?"

Winslow couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, then... just two hours, no more."

Winslow leaned against Jinchen softly and said coquettishly, "Your wife will miss you."

"Order."

Jinchen loosened the rope and said, "Have a good rest. I'll be back soon after a good sleep."

[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 35! 】

-

nightfall.

A figure flashed past the dark curtains.

The chief and his subordinates, who had just finished the ceremony to commemorate Elder, sat on the floor in the room. Each of them had injuries of varying degrees, and it was obvious that they had just been injured.

No one saw the elusive figure.

They were still reeling from almost killing Winslow.

"Damn it, one day I'm going to kill that ungrateful bastard!"

The leader choked and spat blood foam on the ground, "Killing Mr. Elder, do you really think that everyone in the dungeon is afraid of him?"

"That's right," the subordinates around him echoed, "We usually respect him just to give him some face, but Sigmund, boss, will he come to help Winslow get revenge?"

"I bother!"

The leader recalled the fear he felt at the auction house that night and still felt completely humiliated. He had been in the business for so long and had killed so many people, but he had never been so miserable!

"If he had the ability, he would have come long ago."

Boom!

The sound of something falling to the ground interrupted the organization leader's cursing.

They looked at each other, then stood up and looked forward cautiously, but there was no one outside the door.

"Uh!"

A short breath came from behind several people, and when they turned around, everyone took a deep breath, extremely frightened!

The leader who had been so arrogant just now was stabbed through by a knife and fell to the ground neatly.

Jinchen, who was hidden in the darkness, walked out slowly, threw away the bloody dagger, and raised the gun in his right hand.

"I heard someone was looking for me."

"Sigmon..."

The men looked at each other, guessing that they were probably here for Winslow, and retreated sweating profusely until they were against the wall with nowhere to go.

"Who hurt his hand? That... knife wound."

"It's...it's him."

One of the subordinates pointed stiffly at the dead leader, "We all obeyed him... He wanted to kill Winslow and take control of the fighting arena again."

Jinchen looked back and said, "Oh."

I should have stabbed you a few more times.

"That you?"

"We have no chance of hurting him!"

Jinchen: "What I mean is, please spread the word. If there are any more blind people, it will be troublesome."

"Okay...Okay! We will definitely do it!"

After this night, secrets began to spread from mouth to mouth in the dungeon, especially among people with powerful personalities. Dorogo also played a role in fueling the flames.

It is said that Sigmund can not only create tanks out of thin air, but also come and go without a trace. Anyone who wants to harm Winslow may suddenly die in an unknown place.

Winslow is about to leave the dungeon, which is really good news. It means that Sigmund, who is more terrifying than Satan, will also leave.

After all, they are just criminals, not superheroes who can escape this weird shit.