Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

When the transport truck stopped at the back door of the arena, Chu Ziyu's silver hair and face had been stained gray-brown by mud and blood.

The slave hunters dragged him out of the car by the chain, and he stumbled and fell on the hard concrete floor, leaving a glaring bloody mark on his knee.

"New stuff?"

The guard kicked him in the ribs with the toe of his boot. "Looks like he can take a beating."

Chu Ziyu curled up, letting his messy hair cover his facial features.

&34;Phew, what new stuff?&34;

&34;It's the garbage that got away last week.&34;

A guard with a face full of flesh suddenly grabbed Chu Ziyu's silver hair, and yellow-brown saliva splashed on his hand, "RF-34, you are quite lucky, aren't you?"

Chu Ziyu coughed violently, deliberately letting bloody saliva flow from the corners of his mouth.

He still had broken shackles on his wrists - those were the "props" he had taken from the real RF-517.

"I heard that he knocked out two guards and then escaped."

Another guard slammed the butt of his pulse rifle into Chu Ziyu's back. "Why don't you keep running? Huh?"

"That's enough!"

The slave-hunting captain grabbed the chain and said, "The boss wants him alive. We're counting on him to start the death match tomorrow morning."

He roughly ripped open Chu Ziyu's collar, revealing the slave brand under his collarbone. "Did you see it clearly? It's the lunatic who escaped last week."

Chu Ziyu lowered his head.

"Tsk, another piece of junk picked up from the garbage dump. It's not entertaining at all when it's on stage."

Another guard kicked Chu Ziyu's ribs roughly with the toe of his boot, and the scraps of flesh stuck on the sole of his boot rubbed against his dirty prison uniform: "Look at this delicate skin and tender flesh, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive even a round."

"That's true, he's quite good-looking."

The leading slave hunter suddenly pulled Chu Ziyu's hair, revealing the blood at the corner of his mouth.

The stun gun waved before his eyes, making a dangerous crackling sound.

Chu Ziyu shrank back.

&34;Ha!&34;

The guard laughed, revealing a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth. "You're still afraid! He's quite handsome. Let's take him to get him cleaned up. Why don't we let the brothers..."

His cigarette-stained teeth were almost touching Chu Ziyu's ear.

The electric baton suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light, and the slave hunter interrupted with a sneer: "Want to touch the boss's performance props? You might as well think about your own head first."

The slave hunter pulled the chain roughly, and as Chu Ziyu staggered and was dragged away, a cold light flashed in his lowered eyes.

The bald man at the registration desk suddenly pinched his chin and said, "Look up."

The mechanical prosthetic eye flashed red as it scanned his face. "Why does this outline look like..."

Chu Ziyu coughed violently, and dark red blood oozed out from between his fingers.

6872 immediately implanted false information into the database of the opponent's artificial eye: [RF-517, survivor of three gladiatorial battles, impaired vision in the right eye].

&34;Another short-lived ghost.&34;

The big man loosened his grip, but paused as he was about to stamp the document. "Wait, where's his slave brand?"

The slave hunter impatiently pulled open Chu Ziyu's collar, revealing an old, forged brand - a mark he had branded under his collarbone with scrap metal that he had heated red.

"Satisfied? Send them in quickly! We're still three players short for tomorrow morning's death match!"

As I passed through the bloody passage, I heard hurried footsteps coming from behind.

Chu Ziyu lowered his head and caught a glimpse of a man in white clothes and gold-rimmed glasses walking quickly past, followed by two assistants pushing a medical cart.

&34;Dr. Cole!&34;

The guards immediately straightened their backs. "The experimental subject in Area D has gone crazy again and bit three nurses..."

Cole waved his hand without looking back: "Inject 34cc of sedative. I'll be there after I finish dealing with this new batch of drugs."

The hem of his white coat was stained with fresh blood, and his right hand was still covered in a surgical glove stained with mucus.

Just as they passed each other, Cole suddenly stopped and walked in front of Chu Ziyu.

He casually used a scalpel to pick up Chu Ziyu's messy silver hair, and his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were as if he was looking at a piece of experimental equipment.

The scalpel suddenly cut through his sleeve, revealing 6872 fake dense pinholes on his forearm.

Cole used his gloved fingers to pick up some of the blood oozing from Chu Ziyu's wound and twisted it between his fingertips.

"He's really a piece of trash that's been treated with drugs."

Cole waved his hand in disappointment and smeared the blood on his white coat, "bad luck".

He then hurried to the laboratory, took off his gloves, and said to his assistant, "Prepare serum number three. The one in area D is much more valuable than this garbage."

The rest of the journey was unusually smooth and uneventful, until Chu Ziyu was thrown into the dungeon.

The first person I saw was Lin Ci'an, who looked very unhappy.

"???"

"You..." Chu Ziyu's pupils dilated slightly.

Lin Ci'an grabbed the back of his neck and whispered in his ear: "This time it's my turn to save you."

His canines grazed the other's glands, "And by the way, let me settle the score for your unauthorized actions."