Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

After easily dealing with these people, Feng then turned his attention to the only remaining handsome boy: "Are you like those people in the dungeon, were you abducted by Gu Tian?"

"Yes...yes, my lord."

The boy spoke weakly with his head down, secretly glancing at Feng.

"Take me to your dungeon."

"Please come this way."

The boy led the way, clasping his hands.

The guard in front of the dungeon door had been killed, and the boy opened the iron door with a "clang".

The sound echoed, and the entire dungeon was filled with an atmosphere of depression and despair. The light and shadows of the torches on the walls swayed, as if telling the tragic story that had happened here.

The people imprisoned inside had gloom and hopelessness in their eyes, like walking corpses without souls.

The guards underground obviously didn't hear the noise above. When they saw the boy coming in, they asked, "Hey, kid, why are you here? Where's the boss?"

Tonight, he was the only one on duty in the entire dungeon. Although there were few people, his big wolfhound could instantly chase and bite any "prisoner" who dared to escape, not to mention that there were other people guarding upstairs.

At this time, the boy was silent and hadn't spoken yet. The guard saw Feng behind him again: "Hey, who's that behind you... Uh!"

A dark shadow flashed by, and before the guard could finish his words, he felt a sudden pain in his neck and fell to the ground bleeding.

The big wolfhound next to it was about to roar, but it also met with disaster. It opened its mouth weakly and died instantly like its owner.

"bang"

As the guards fell, different colors appeared in the eyes of the people imprisoned in the prison, as if they were awakened from an endless nightmare.

"The guard is dead!" someone shouted.

"Are the people from the alliance coming to save me?!" Some people were so excited that they cried.

"Please save us!"

A mother imprisoned in the dungeon grabbed the iron bars and shouted at Feng. In her arms, she was holding a child who was a few years younger than Feng. The child's clothes were torn and there were some wounds on his body.

The child also looked at Feng innocently with hope on his face: "Are you a police officer?"

For a moment, this warm atmosphere spread throughout the entire cell. People stretched out their skinny hands from the iron bars, shouting and trying to grab Feng's black robe that fell beside him, grabbing the only hope...

Feng looked forward.

It was a not-so-narrow path, with iron-barred cells lined up on both sides. The people inside focused their eyes on him, as if they were watching for the arrival of a savior.

He calmly stepped over the body of the guard and slowly walked towards the depths of the dungeon, glancing at the people in the cells on both sides.

Hope, joy, pleading, numbness...

A picture of the human world comes into view, like a stone painting carved on the stone wall of a temple, which is difficult to understand but also gives people a sense of sacredness.

Feng also saw a dirty little boy holding an iron rod with both hands, looking at him nervously, with a look of panic in his eyes, but his face was forced to be calm.

"Isn't that what I was like a few months ago?"

From the little boy, Feng seemed to see his former self in a trance, and returned to the experimental institution in Kanaz City.

Life at that time was truly a hellish experience. I lived in a small room, ate food that tasted like pig food, and listened to the screams coming from other rooms around me...

Also, there are experiments that may kill you at any time, and those white coats and sharp needles that symbolize death.

It was like having the Grim Reaper's scythe hung around one's neck, the chill it emanated making one feel suffocated...

If... Feng lost his strength, he would naturally become like the people in prison and his former self, with the power of life and death and destiny controlled by others, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

But now that you have power, you can stroll leisurely in the garden like Feng does now. It is up to you to choose to be a respected savior or a feared villain.

One thought to God, one thought to Devil, but no longer mortal, no longer earthly...

When Feng came back to his senses, he had already walked deep into the dungeon. Further ahead was where Gutian hid his treasure.

Suddenly, a crisp and delicate voice came from the cell beside Feng: "Axing, you traitor, you still have the nerve to come back!"

Feng paused and looked to the side. In this cell, which was cleaner than the other rooms, there were several men and women with outstanding looks. They should be the "high-end goods" that Gutian mentioned.

Among them, a charming girl was gritting her teeth and staring at the boy following Feng.

The pretty boy, Ah Xing, lowered his head in shame and said weakly, "I... I had no choice. If I didn't do this, Gu Tian would have killed me."

In the cell, another handsome boy shook the iron bars vigorously and shouted angrily: "It's all your fault. You got us caught while trying to escape. You're such a beast!"

……

After listening to a few simple sentences, Feng continued walking forward without interest. This kind of betrayal and self-protection was too common, and he was a little numb after seeing it so many times.

"This is it."

Feng followed Gutian's instructions and pushed the special brick inward.

"Rumble"

As if some mechanism was triggered, the wall moved inward, revealing a silver safe.

Enter the password, open the cabinet, and count the belongings.

Including materials, cash, skill discs, etc., the total amount is more than one million Alliance coins.

Adding to that the gym leader-level Pokémon he had obtained from Furuta before, Feng felt that this was the extent of his wealth.

Furuta was right when he said that selling people is far less profitable than selling Pokémon.

In a world where Pokémon is the main fighting force, except for some humans with special abilities, most other people have no fighting power.

Buying a Pokémon can make you stronger, but buying a person is mostly just for "fun", so there is no need to invest too much money.

Unless it is a large family that has no shortage of Pokémon and needs to secretly purchase some assassins from this channel, or a dark organization that wants to conduct human experiments.

Moreover, as an elite trainer, Furuta would only target ordinary people or families whose Pokémon were of low level or who had no Pokémon.

The money collected is not too much, and although it is ill-gotten gains, it is still "small money" for those Pokémon merchants who can easily make tens of millions of dollars in a single business deal.

After clearing out everything in the safe, Feng turned around and walked back.