Pillar Workshop, Star Workshop Building, Underground Secret Room.
Lan Suhua, tightly bound, opened his mouth in pain, but couldn’t utter a sound.
His tongue had already been cut off before he was imprisoned here.
But Lan Suhua still considered himself lucky because he had seen with his own eyes that the slaves transported with him were thrown on the road as bait to feed the demons as flesh. Thus, they earned the chance to survive and reached Thunder City.
Unfortunately, arriving at Thunder City as a slave was not the end of the nightmare but the beginning of another.
The viscous dicine sared on his body began to take effect, stinging his skin as if burning.
His exposed upper body felt as though tortured by flas; the agony drove him nearly insane, yet he couldn’t even manage a basic scream.
"Slave number 12, Lan Suhua, acquired constitution, pre-booked by An Mansion, to be delivered in three days... How has he ended up on the ground? A bunch of witless fools, do you even know how expensive these things are? Pick him up and continue applying it on him, not a drop is to be wasted! Did you hear ?"
"Yes!"
Accompanied by a rebuking shout, Lan Suhua’s awareness sobered sowhat, and he glared at the person before him.
"Good eye contact, very lively, today’s dose can be increased by ten percent."
"Yes!"
Facing the boss’ instructions, the subordinates responded enthusiastically.
This workplace atmosphere made Qi Wen very satisfied.
He looked at the expression of Lan Suhua, who was about to pop his eyes out, and felt extrely pleased.
"Next one, next one."
The large cell held not just one slave, and he was busy all day.
Behind Qi Wen were six or seven people, and one of them would quickly record his orders in ink.
This record, if Lord Hui Yao ca personally, needed to be submitted for his review.
But generally, it’s just a formality; Lord Hui Yao seldom closely inspects the content of the records unless... sothing happens in this cell that requires investigation.
Thump, thump, thump.
The footsteps of several people passed by the tornted Lan Suhua and ca to the neighboring cage.
The sturdy tal structure, like a dod birdcage, confined a person within the cramped space.
"Slave number 13, Tuo Caicai, acquired constitution, pre-booked by Ru Mansion for the little miss’s coming of age gift. The old man has decent luck, able to live quite a few more days."
With limbs shriveled like dry wood, they naturally hung at the edges of the birdcage prison. His eyes were glazed and lifeless, like a walking corpse.
Still, the procedures must be followed.
Acquired dicinal n, unlike innate dicinal ones, generally need periodic dication to maintain their body’s dicinal potency.
The subordinates grabbed the old man’s twig-like hands, and several chopstick-like things were stuck inside.
"Aaahhh!!"
The old man let out a miserable scream.
anwhile, Qi Wen was smugly talking to his companions.
"See that, he can scream, which ans the body is still robust and can handle increased dosage. However, the day for him to ’co out of the cage’ is still far, let’s spare him this ti."
Slap!
The subordinates already slapped the frail old man on the face, grabbed his chin, and poured sothing into his mouth.
With the ink recorded, Qi Wen and his n moved to the next cage.
"Slave number 14, Fu Chajian..."
Qi Wen hadn’t finished when the person beside him suddenly approached, looked at the docunts on the ground, and interrupted softly.
"Sir, it’s wrong. Fu Chajian was the previous number 14, who died two days ago. The new-arrived slave number 14 is nad Juan An."
Qi Wen recalled, indeed, they seed to have changed slaves in this cage.
Such things are common here.
Slaves live and die in rotations often. Most of the ti, people at Qi Wen’s level, forget about nas and looks, sotis don’t even rember the numbers; they must rely on the docunts to match identities.
Only those like Qi Wen, who are keen to watch slaves being tortured and enjoy observing their varied responses, would go out of their way to morize the nas and states of each slave in the cell.
"Slave number 14, Juan An... Oh! And he has special skills, proficient in scaling walls and theft! The newcor has potential and will find a good buyer."
The underlying aning was that nobody wanted him now.
Yet the organization had gone to great lengths to transport him to Thunder City; they wouldn’t keep him for nothing. He would ultimately sell for a good price and be sent away.
Before that, he’d be trained to obey enough to prevent rebellion or escape from buyers.
"Sir! Sir, have rcy! I’m just a thief; I have no special skills! Please have pity and release ! I promise not to say anything! I know nothing about anything here!"
The newcor slave number 14 kept pleading, but Qi Wen had already lost patience.
Waving his hand.
"Drag him out, and whip him for three days... Oh, I recall now; the mud-like guy tied up yesterday, that’s him, right?"
"Yes, sir, yesterday you awarded him three days of whipping, add another three, that’s six days."
"Alright, keep whipping."
Juan An imdiately revealed fear, dreading the repetition of yesterday’s ordeal.
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