"Boss, this is a great find, handso looks, strong physique, and seems to have so foundation in the Martial Arts Dao; fits the Chen Family’s requirents!"
"We’re gonna be rich this ti!!"
"Worth all the trouble we went through for this trip."
The boss took two puffs of smoke, but sohow the cigarette had gone out, and only then did he speak, "The Chen Family ancestor is about to celebrate his birthday. This branch was punished and exiled to this godforsaken outskirt. Now they’re eager to make a coback.
They’re definitely going to put on a show; just not sure what they need these kids for."
"What else could it be for? It’s no secret that Chen Shan is aging. It’s probably to prolong his life. If he truly achieves Realm-Breaking, transcending the Daoist Master level, Chen Family could dominate the entire Celestial City Star.
Looks like the higher-ups are turning a blind eye, otherwise, we wouldn’t have been able to capture so many ’samples’ so easily."
The man spoke while extending his hand, attempting to light a cigarette for the boss, with a spark at his fingertip just about to appear.
Just as the boss’s expression changed, his hand movent abruptly shifted, and he swung his smoking pipe, hitting the man’s hand directly.
"Ah!!" the man cried out in pain, the spark in his hand extinguished along with it.
Looking up, he saw the old man’s eyes dark and terrifying, his pupils seed ready to bleed.
"If you want to die, don’t drag us with you!"
"Turning a blind eye, the premise is a reasonable cover. Do you think the Chen Family branch didn’t handle it themselves because they hired us to catch the ’sheep’?"
"That’s because we’re professionals. If we used Martial Artist tactics, it’d be easy to leave True Qi traces. If there are traces, they can find us. Being this sloppy, you’re prying their eyelids open!"
"Do you think I went to great lengths to trick that ’sheep’ into eating the candy for nothing?"
The boss’s voice lowered, his tone so cold it was chilling.
"I’m sorry, Boss, I was wrong!" The scar-faced man quickly apologized, then raised his hand and slapped himself twice across the face.
These slaps were nothing short of real, the force so great that the man’s face swelled up imdiately, with so blood seeping through.
"Don’t let it happen again. Our Desert Disaster Group has survived all these years by being cautious. However, that ’sheep’ just now was indeed handso, but I felt a bit familiar..."
The boss rubbed his chin, his eyes carried a trace of reminiscence.
"Boss, all these years, we’ve processed so many ’sheep’, if not eight thousand, then at least ten thousand—so looking similar isn’t too unusual, is it?" The man spoke with a fawning smile.
Hearing this, the boss couldn’t help but nod. After doing this business for so long, they started with so conscience, but later on, selling ’sheep’ was just selling ’sheep’, why rember so many of them.
"But Boss, the Chen Family in the city box is really spending lavishly this ti. Quite a few ’sheep’ ca back, and they didn’t even ask for the money back. What should we do with those ’sheep’?" the man inquired.
The boss gave the man a deeply dissatisfied look, hitting him on the head with the smoking pipe: "What to do?? You’re asking what to do? Send them back!"
"Huh?? Send, send them back?"
"Damn, are you truly an idiot? Send them back my ass, there’s never a shortage of demand for ’sheep’ in this world. In recent years, the Foreign Race is willing to pay high prices to study us..."
The boss spoke aningfully, while the man beside him suddenly realized and smiled knowingly.
"This batch we sent 231 sheep to the Chen family, probably only about fifty-sothing will return intact."
"Hmm, not bad, after completing this deal, be steady and prepare to take over. I’m planning on retiring. My grandson is older now, and I am preparing to enjoy life with the family." the boss said plainly.
Upon hearing this, the man’s eyes lit up imdiately, he was about to pretend to decline out of courtesy.
But suddenly, a commotion ca from the back kitchen, drawing both their attention, followed by a faint sll of blood wafting through.
"Hey!! You guys take it easy, don’t ss things up, or they won’t sell for a good price!!" the man shouted displeasedly.
But there was no response, on the contrary, the noise in the back kitchen grew louder.
"Damn it, didn’t you hear ?!" The man stood up in anger and walked briskly toward the back kitchen under the boss’s signaled gaze.
He kicked the door to the back kitchen open, intending to scold those clumsy subordinates, but before he could speak, the intense scent of blood instantly filled his nostrils.
They had been in a business of licking blood off the knife blade all these years, and bloody scenes were nothing new to him, but the scene in front of him made his whole head buzz.
Blood flowed freely on the floor, and a dozen severed limbs were piled carelessly like garbage.
On the walls, so n were casually hung, their limbs long gone, and a chopstick pierced through their brains, pinning them to the wall.
And right opposite the scar-faced man, there were four or five ’people’, their bodies charred, and black flas burned them beyond recognition.
What terrified the scar-faced man even more was that these people were still alive, their mouths continually emitted mournful cries, they were pleading for death, compared to dying, the constant burning agony by flas was more devastating to their sanity.
Upon seeing the scar-faced man, those ’charred n’ grew more agitated, uttering muffled sounds continuously.
The small kitchen was like a purgatory on earth; the scar-faced man felt his legs go weak, completely unable to fathom what kind of existence had caused all this before him.
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