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Eagle stood in front of the window in a daze.

The black and heavy curtains were dragged from the roof all the way to the ground, covering the windows tightly and blocking all the light from outside.

The room was drowsy and silent, no one spoke, not even the sound of breathing could be heard, as if the air had stagnated.

In this silence, the retro wall clock standing in the house rang on time as usual.

The small and exquisite mechanical cuckoo flew out of the clock, making a cooing sound, and the hour and minute hands walked around and overlapped again.

A low chime echoed in the room.

Igor finally reacted when he heard the sound, and stretched out his hand to lift a corner of the curtain.

Outside the window is an ancient city that is completely different from the ground, with high eaves and brick walls, very much like the ancient civilizations recorded in the literature.

"This is where you want to bring me." He took a few glances, turned his eyes away from the bright outside, and asked, "The city that never sleeps hidden underground?"

It was already twelve o'clock at night, and it was already dark above the ground. The full moon, once seen in 50 years, hung above the sky, casting bright light, and even the lights of thousands of families on the ground could not compete with it.

But here is the complete opposite. It is as bright as day, and countless lights are suspended on the top of this dungeon. They are turned on regardless of day and night, turning this place into a city without night.

This looks really interesting, but such an interesting place has never appeared in any historical documents hundreds of years later.

Steer, who was suddenly named, was stunned when he heard it, and quickly stopped cleaning the wound and shook his head and explained, "Yes, this is a place for ordinary transactions below D-level, and most people above can easily come in. The place I want to take you to is the deeper part of the city, which is the core area of ​​the transaction. Usually, if there is no major transaction, even I cannot enter."

"Oh", Igor responded when he heard it, and walked up to look at Dandan who was sitting at the table drinking water, "In this way, I look pretty good here."

He paused, and then said playfully, "You can enter the core area just by relying on your face."

As he said, he rubbed the top of Dandan's head with his hands, and rubbed his golden and smooth hair into a chicken coop.

After knowing that they came to the wrong place and there is no way to go back so far, Eggy has been in a bad mood.

Since they entered the city, he could count the words he said to him with his hand, and he seemed unwilling to talk to him.

But his eyes are different, they always stare at him unconsciously, and when he finds out that he is pretending to shift his gaze, he will look back at him unconvinced, as if to see what's wrong with you.

This look is like a child throwing a temper tantrum, although Eggy never admits that he is a child.

In Dandan's own words, he is already one or two hundred years old, not much younger than Igel.Only Carlos, who is self-centered and bad-minded in his family, would treat him as a partner and his testicles as a child.

After finishing speaking, I have to add angrily, this kind of thing that goes against logic and common sense is only capable of him, Carlos.

Regarding Eggy's statement, Eagle was a little noncommittal.

But there is one point that he agrees with.Carlos, his family, is indeed a domineering and bad-minded person.

After sleeping with him as a partner for so long, he still dared to leave him without saying a word, and thought he was good to him and erased everyone's memory about them. He was afraid that he really thought that Igor was dead, I really thought that he, the eldest prince of the Saipan Empire, lived for nothing. I really felt that he was the most powerful in this world, and there was no one more powerful than him.

Thinking of this, Igor couldn't help but pat the back of Dandan's head lightly after receiving the supercilious glances from Dandan, then ignored the many supercilious glances that Dandan threw at him again, turned around and sat opposite.

"Tell me," Igor said slowly, resting his chin on one hand, "How do you plan to divide the money from selling me?"

These words were obviously not meant for Eggy.

Steer, who was about to get up after cleaning the wound, felt a thump in his heart, his legs softened involuntarily and he sat back down.

When Igor asked him where he was going to sell him just now, his heart sank, for fear that this ancestor who could crush him to death would bring up the old things that happened not long ago.

At this time, when he heard him talking about the money, he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and even the wound that had been treated began to ache.

Steer had already explained everything clearly, including where he was going to sell Iger and what to do.

He didn't think Iger would take it lightly. After all, if Iger wasn't strong enough, he would have been sold to those behind-the-scenes bosses to do some shameful things.

He also didn't expect Igor to not care at all. In fact, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to be able to remain calm when encountering such a thing.

Even when he was weak back then, he wished to kill those who insulted him, let alone the one in front of him who could crush him to death.

"You, I'm afraid you're joking," Steer didn't want to talk about these topics with Igor again, for fear that he would go back on his word and settle the score after the autumn, but he didn't dare not to answer, so he had to stumble and say, "I just, I just thought about it." , I wouldn’t dare to sell you even if I had the heart and guts of a leopard, let alone a penny.”

"How could it be a joke?" Igor tapped on the table lightly, "Of course you can sell me, and the money you get is ten to one, how about it?"

Ster: "..."

What kind of nerve is wrong for him to go crazy? Hearing such words, the hunter who arrested the prey actually told the prey that he could be bought and sold, on the condition that he was [-] times out of [-].

This condition sounds a bit dark, no, it is not a question of black or not.

Steer quickly reached out and patted his head vigorously, trying his best to confirm that he was not dreaming.

He is going to sell him, sell him to those dignitaries, the bosses behind the scenes, and ask him to do those shameful and disgusting deeds.

It is impossible for the ancestor he provoked to understand what will happen to him after he is betrayed.

This is definitely a problem with his brain and misheard.

In fact, it was true that someone had a brain problem, but it didn't seem like he was the one who had the problem.

Standing outside the door of the core area, Steer clenched the leash in his hand.

Behind him was Igor bound by photon shackles.

At this time, he put on the clothes that Steer prepared for him, which was completely covered from top to bottom, even his ankles were not exposed, and a third of his face was covered by a mask.Only the brilliant golden hair was completely exposed, shining in the light.

Also flickering are the photon shackles on his porcelain white wrists, the dazzling and gradually changing blue light is dancing, and the crackling sound of electricity is emitted from time to time.

Those are the shackles that only death row prisoners on the ground can wear. On the surface, they only bind a pair of wrists, but in fact they strangle the throat of life.

Once it is locked, there is no way to open it. No matter if you use R166 or C847, the highest technology known in the universe, you can't play the slightest role in front of it.

Some people may think that it is enough to chop off their wrists, but in fact, if someone does this, they have to congratulate him for winning the top prize.Because the moment his wrists were separated from his body, the shackles would tighten his neck in an instant.

Of course, in the spirit of humanitarianism, strangled prisoners do not die.He will only be properly strangled into cerebral palsy due to lack of oxygen in the brain, leaving his body as a toy for others in the prison.

The ordinary people on the ground would never have imagined that this kind of thing, which has been condemned by the Humanitarian League for many years, has been used underground for nearly a hundred years, and it is applied to ordinary people like them who can no longer be ordinary.

But the ending of those people can't be as ordinary as them, it will only be ugly and can't be more ugly, disgusting and disgusting.

Once this shackle was also locked on his wrist, which made him think that he could only sink in hell.

Just when he looked back inappropriately, Eagle's appearance had already attracted the attention of the guards. They whispered to each other, and then smiled maliciously.

"Yo, Steer," one of the guards with short gray hair came forward after the short conversation, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, but did not take his eyes off Eagle's body, "Where did you catch him?" Such a good product?"

Before Steer could answer, he clicked his tongue again, stroked his chin, circled around Iger a few times, turned and shook his head, and then said in a tone that was almost a sigh but also ironic, "The conditions are so Good man, it's a pity to come here. But, didn't you think about trying the goods when you caught him, Stahl?"

"Oh, look at my memory," he stopped after he finished speaking, pretending to remember it just now, and laughed loudly in a sarcastic tone, "I forgot that our Steer is a long time ago , how can he have this ability. How can he be good at sleeping people, and the other way around."

As soon as the voice fell, the air fell into silence for a few seconds and then exploded instantly, all the guards burst into laughter.

Amidst the roar of laughter, Igor looked expressionlessly at the laughing guards, and then looked at Steer who said nothing.

Being ridiculed, he just stood there, without any anger on his face, and his hands were not clenched into fists.

He just stood like that, without any movement, as if he was not the one being ridiculed, and as if he agreed with what they said was the truth, even he himself felt that it was humiliating and dirty, so even being ridiculed reasonable.

Igor has seen too many people like this. The people living underground are really the same, which is inexplicably annoying.

It seemed that he was too calm and too abrupt in this occasion where everyone was laughing. The guard with short gray hair paid attention to him again after laughing.

I saw him frowning, looking up at him due to the height gap, and asked him as if wondering, "Why don't you laugh? Isn't it funny?"

"Laugh for me," he suddenly raised his voice, raised the stick in his hand, and hit Igor hard with a distorted face, "I tell you to laugh for me."

With a crackle, the stick broke and fell to the ground...