After the prophet of fate announced "do something big", Langdon was thrown into an iron cage.

Outside the cage, there is a guard every three steps and a sentry every five steps, making the surroundings airtight.

The guard Ma Zai even had a revolver on his waist, which looked very intimidating.

Judging from Langdon's memory, it is basically certain that this is a violent gang.

And the scale is not small.

In Tudor, violent teams are not uncommon, and it can even be said that they are closely related to everyone.

They fill the dark corners that City Hall cannot reach.

In the darkness, a twisted but reasonable set of social laws is constructed.

Tudor Daily once commented:

——In the eyes of the people at the bottom who have lost their jobs, joining a gang is their dream, and even their children are proud of it!

Li Shenzhi didn't want to think about the rationality of the Tudor gang's existence.

He just wanted to know, what does this have to do with Langdon?

You should know that although Langdon held two jobs, he earned hard-earned money, and his income was basically the same as that of a railroad worker.

This little bit of wealth is regarded as decent in the eyes of the common people at the bottom.

But for the more profiteering gangs, it's not worth mentioning at all.

More importantly, this is not a crime of passion, this is a premeditated crime!

In this case, what is it about Langdon that attracts the attention of these desperadoes?

After all, no matter how humble Langdon's status is, he is still the clockkeeper of the city hall.

Li Shenzhi couldn't figure it out.

Now he can only wait.

Fortunately, Langdon could only be regarded as his tool body, because although he was angry, he was not afraid.

Time is like water, passing by.

I don't know how much time had passed before several women who were as strong as men appeared outside the iron cage.

While the gangsters were laughing, they grabbed Langdon and threw him into a bucket of hot water. Like scalding a pig before killing it, they used a bristle brush to vigorously clean every corner of Langdon's body.

He even used delicate tools to help him treat his nails.

This scene made Li Shenzhi's face turn green.

That prophet of fate won't be as good as Long Yang, right?

Gan!

If this really happens, no matter how good this body is, there is nothing I can do to take it.

The direction of things seems to be gradually confirming Li Shenzhi's guess.

After these women cleaned him, they immediately dressed him in a luxurious dress and even put an expensive gold and gemstone ring on his finger.

Not only that, a woman also clasped his fingers and carefully stuffed a scepter inlaid with countless gems into her palm.

After doing all this, Langdon was placed on a chair like a beautiful real puppet.

"Not bad, not bad, it's exactly the same as the one in the album, hahaha, good! Good! Good!"

The prophet of fate appeared out of nowhere. He looked at Langdon, who looked extremely handsome and unrestrained under the clothes, and cheered excitedly.

Mahler Gobi, please explain to me what "exactly the same as in the album" means?

Which crispy-skinned duck artist drew something so harmful?

Li Shenzhi was furious.

However, the other party seemed to have expected it and gave him an unknown medicine, which made his body as limp as mud. He could only be helpless and furious, but there was nothing he could do!

"Prophet of Destiny, everything is ready!"

A young man wearing an evening gown and gold-rimmed glasses, with a gentle temperament, walked up to the prophet of fate and reported in a low voice.

"Okay, let's get started!"

The prophet of destiny rubbed his hands in excitement, turned around and left impatiently.

The gentle young man looked at Langdon with a flushed face and clapped his hands.

Four followers immediately rushed in from left and right, lifted up their chairs, and left behind the gentle young man.

Only then did Li Shenzhi have the opportunity to observe the surrounding environment.

This should be a Tudor river port, surrounded by standard wooden boxes.

The sound of water that could not be concealed by the dark night brought with it a disgusting stench.

——This is the most filthy scene created by the industrial wastewater and feces all over the city!

Escorted by a group of violent gangs, Langdon, who was sitting on a chair, soon arrived in front of a warehouse door.

As Ma Zai struggled to move the hinges, the thick steel door slowly opened.

What catches the eye is a high platform made of steel pipes and iron sheets, which just blocks the view inside the warehouse.

As soon as a group of people entered, the heavy steel door slowly fell down, trying desperately to hide the dark secret.

"Da da da!"

The entourage who carried Langdon climbed the iron stairs to the high platform and placed Langdon on the higher platform.

This is the commanding heights of the warehouse!

It was only then that Li Shenzhi finally saw the full view of the warehouse.

I saw that the huge warehouse had been transformed into a colosseum, and the surrounding stands were densely packed with people.

They whispered and discussed.

The fighting stage separated by barbed wire was also full of people.

They looked around with confused expressions, and many of them broke down and cried in their arms.

"Good evening, wolf cubs of the Scarlet Church!"

The sound amplified by the loudspeaker suddenly swept through the warehouse, killing all the noise.

"boom!"

A spotlight shone on the high platform, falling right on the Prophet of Destiny and Langdon.

Countless looks came over immediately.

"Look at the bastards, traitors, and idiots born and raised by my cousin in the audience, and take a good look at each of their faces, because after tonight, they will no longer exist. Only the only winner in the pile of corpses is qualified.

Just linger on!"

The prophet of destiny stood on the edge of the high platform, looking at the crowd below like animals trapped in a cage, using the most vulgar language to tease the blood of the gang boys.

"Wow——"

"Long live the boss!"

"Long live the Scarlet Cult!"

In an instant, everyone in the stands became excited. They cheered, shouted, and clamored, assimilating into the collective.

"Quiet!"

The prophet of fate raised his hand, and everyone in the stands fell silent instantly.

"Despicable bastards, use your teeth and nails to tear everyone around you apart!"

The prophet of fate said, took out the dagger from his waist and threw it away.

The scene suddenly became silent.

"ah--"

Immediately, a scream pierced the end of the terrifying sacrifice.

On the fighting stage, a lean man picked up a dagger and stabbed a strong man next to him fiercely, playing the prelude to the decline of human nature.

"pretty!"

"good--"

"Hahaha!"

The crowd in the stands became excited, and they followed suit and dropped the daggers and crowbars around them.

In an instant, a hell on earth was born.

Li Shenzhi looked at this scene in horror. Even though he had experienced all kinds of incredible things, at this moment, he was still frightened to death by this bloody scene and his body was filled with chills.

The world was already so bad, but he didn't expect that there would be even worse and more terrible things!
To be continued...