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The fog enveloped the city, covering all the objects that could be seen in dull and dull gray.

The ground is covered with snow, which tells people in the most direct way that the severe winter has arrived. Snow sweepers keep driving through the streets, and the salt particles and snow crystals in the snow melting agent are mixed with each other, quickly swallowing each other as they melt, like an endless enemy, bursting out with brutal and hideous murderous intent on a battlefield that is difficult to observe with naked eyes.

Yin Sen stood in front of the office window as usual, silently staring at the city trapped in the darkness and coldness.

On the table was a plate of omelette, onions and green pepper shreds penetrated through the gaps on the edge, and a thin layer of cold oil solidified on the surface. Next to it, the coffee was already cold, looking like the dirty mud at the bottom of the river.

He ordered breakfast, but didn't want to eat it. He just closed his eyes and greedily smelled the rich aroma of barbecue from other home rooms, floating in the air.

In another week, it will be Christmas. In this most important Western festival in history, many people like to use turkey as the main course for dinner. Of course, there are other mouth-watering delicacies placed on the banquet table.

Yin Sen remembers that his son liked to eat turkey since he was very young.

However, now, there are only sad photos that are by your side.

In the eyes of many people, Yin Sen should be the kind of father who is full of responsibility for his son and family. Since he was in a car accident at the age of 30, his wife died. He has never looked for other women. He spent too much time on his son, accompanied him to grow up, and let him watch himself grow old... It is no exaggeration to say that his son has become the most important and indispensable part of his private world.

Everyone has their own secrets. Yin Sen is no exception - his reproductive organs were seriously damaged in a car accident, and his testicles were penetrated by broken glass. In a sense, it was equivalent to suffering the most thorough castration surgery. Naturally, Yin Sen could not become interested in all kinds of beautiful women around him, but instead devoted unreserved fatherly love to his son and attention to his son with too many female ingredients.

He felt that he was getting older and colder.

He has been looking for Yin Zihao, but he has no gains. The Pirate King Er, who was placed on the greatest expectations, has not brought him any news yet. That fat, damn guy. He has never appeared again since he received the money.

This situation usually indicates that you have been deceived.

Yin Sen didn't care much about money. He just wanted to find his son again. That was his greatest hope and the content of countless times of praying devoutly to God. However, reality is always extremely cold and cruel, which almost made him desperate...

The office door quietly opened a gap. The graceful secretary walked across the carpet and came behind Yin Sen. Standing still, in a respectful or formulaic tone, said: "Sir, the person you meet has arrived."

......

It was a short and strong man about 1.65 meters tall but with a fat belly. He was in his forties, and his skin seemed to have been damaged by wind and frost for many years, and was wrinkled and dry like old tree bark. Rather than saying that his skin was dark, it was better to say that it had not been cleaned for a while, showing disgusting pieces of gray and dirt. His hair was very messy, mixed with dead grass stems and sand and soil particles. His amber eyes were very vivid. At least, since Yin Sen saw him, the focus of this guy's sight had never left the female secretary's collar that was too low, revealing most of his plump breasts.

He followed the secretary into the room, his face hesitated and a little afraid, and his eyes began to look around the decorations in the room. His eyes were full of amazement and intoxication, greed and desire. Although it was almost four or five meters away, Yin Sen could clearly see that the other party's eyes were equivalent to the symbol of money.

"Sit down————"

Yin Sen spoke very coldly, with unabashed contempt and contempt————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

The man stood beside the high-backed chair and looked at Yin Sen with a cautious and careful look. He slowly stretched out his hand, very lightly, and quickly touched the edge of the chair, retracting quickly as if he was electrocuted. Perhaps because he felt that this meaningless behavior was too ridiculous, he half-beared his body as if he was flatteringly, smiled at Yin Sen opposite him, and then with an excited and restrained expression, he moved his butt to the chair, occupying less than one-third of the position.

Developed technology has enabled the Internet to develop from the old times to the present to spread throughout every corner of the universe. The discovery of Yin Zihao's missing person was already full of all available sites of the universe network as early as the second month of the ag64 incident. Although similar information is countless on the Internet, it is ultimately a channel for Yin Sen to expect to get news from his son. He offered a heart-warming huge bounty and seeking help at all costs. Many people are moved by this, and various messages from different aspects have also been collected one by one on Yin Sen's desk. However, what made him furious and disappointed was that all the information was forged. Those who claimed to have seen Yin Zihao with their own eyes or claimed to know his whereabouts were damn liars and villains.

The man opposite the desk was named Rano. At least, he said so himself. It seemed that he should be a descendant of India from the old era. This made Yin Sen doubt the authenticity of his words, and he couldn't help but feel instinctive disgust. According to some anthropologists, the so-called continuators of civilization on the Indian Peninsula in the old era, in addition to believing in evil religions, the blood flowing in their bones all came from fraudsters, robbers, forgers, and bandits.

The conversation had not yet begun. Rano's eyes were staring at the plate of cold omelet on the table. He looked down at the plate, licking his tongue unconsciously. The "rumble" sound from his stomach was heard. Even Yin Sen could hear it.

"that......"

He stretched out his right hand, pointed at the edge of the plate, retracted, and continued to reach into the center of the plate. His fingertips quickly touched the cold and hard egg rolls. He inserted them into his mouth with the same agility, mixed with a loud "click" sound and sucked hard.

Rano raised his head and secretly observed the expression on Yin Sen's face. After confirming that the noble and rich master was not angry, he pointed to the plate with a slight excitement and expectation, salivating his face, and asked with a timid attitude: "That...can't be?"

Yin Sen stared at him coldly for a few seconds, nodding in a gloomy and heavy manner.

So, the extremely rude sounded immediately in the room, which had nothing to do with the word "elegance".

Perhaps because of hunger, Rano ate very quickly. A plate of omelette filled with it quickly reduced at an incredible speed. He did not feel that his movements were rude. He even learned from it and took the cup without hesitation, and drank the coffee that had already cooled and almost no difference from ice water.

This action made Yin Sen's stomach tighten for a while————————————————————————————oriental antiques he bought at the auction. Looking at the thick bearded mouth rubbing back and forth on the edge of the porcelain cup. Ravating the noble and elegant blue and white patterns, he felt like he wanted to vomit.

"Tell me what you know----"

Yin Sen suddenly realized that dealing with such a damn rough man and paying attention to etiquette was simply a mistake. He decided to end this damn situation as soon as possible and get what he wanted from the other party. Then, let the guy go as far as he can.

Rano claimed that he had met Yoon Zihao before. This is why he appeared in this office and had a face-to-face conversation with Yoon Sen.

"Well... OK!"

The rude man wiped his lips with his cuffs, then put his little finger into his mouth, and pulled out a dark yellow food residue from the cracks of his teeth. Instead of bounced away this extremely disgusting thing as Yin Sen thought, he leaned close to his eyes and looked in his mouth, stuffed it into his mouth, and repeated the second chewing.

Yin Sen's muscles twisted, and he gritted his teeth hard, while clenching his fists desperately. He had the urge to press the button on the table and ask the bodyguard to throw this dirty guy out of the window. However, whenever he thought of his son... he could only bear it.

"Say it! Say it all you know-----"

He took a deep breath, trying his best to control the nerves that were about to rush to collapse or the edge of the explosion. His tone no longer had the usual cold and plain elements, as if he was suppressed deep in his throat, hoarse, but was roared by a half-volume roar.

Rano obviously heard the difference. He sat upright in a reflexive manner, looked at the leftover oil on the plate with reluctance, and returned to the restrained appearance he had just walked into the room.

"I...I did see your son."

He kept licking his lips, and a hint of uneasy panic appeared in his eyes covered by thick hair and eyelashes, and a faint sense of cunning: "It's true. I can swear----"

"Where? Where did you see him?"

Yin Sen raised his voice and his tone gradually calmed down.

“In Quntesha———”

Rano blinked hard, which made him look more deceptive, and it was a prelude to the fraudulent tricks used by the scammers in the movie.

“Quntaisha?”

Yin Sen was stunned, then shook his head. He frowned and stared at the Indian man. He looked at it for a long time... Suddenly, without any warning, he reached out and pressed the caller button on the desktop. The office door was immediately pushed open from outside and rushed into four tall black-clad bodyguards with aura of a third-level physical psychic. They quickly lined up around Lano, surrounding him in the middle. Isolated the sunglasses, unable to see the eyes of these people, but could feel the death threat released from them.

"Cut off his tongue-----"

Yin Sen ordered lightly: "I don't like liars, and I hate liars."

Four bodyguards rushed up and pressed Rano tightly on the chair. One man twisted his chin hard, and the other pulled out a dagger from the back, grinned and approached his face with a sharp tip.

"Oh————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Rano's entire face was squeezed and deformed. He screamed terrifyingly between the bodyguard's strong and powerful palms and arms. Yin Sen looked at the scene coldly, carefully capturing every detail on the other person's face and eyes. Just as the tip of the dagger was about to be inserted into Rano's mouth, and when he had to protrude out the pink soft substance, he sneered and hummed, and said: "Enough, let him go——"

This sound undoubtedly sounded like a natural sound to Lano. He lost his balance and rolled down from the chair. He collapsed on the ground like mud, gasping heavily, coughing constantly, covering his chest and begging desperately: "I. I didn't lie...I, I, I, I have indeed seen him..."

Yin Sen walked out from behind the desk, came to him, and squatted down. He looked at the man in disgust.

"I like to deal with people who tell the truth, and I will also give them generous rewards as promised. But for those who provide false information and want to cheat money from me... except for the tongue. I will make every part of them into canned-----"

"I! What I said is true. They are all true. I swear to God that I have seen him. I have evidence, and there is evidence——"

Rano stared at Yin Sen in horror, his body trembling unconsciously. He trembled violently, but he still controlled the ** who wanted to get up and escape. He inserted his right hand into his outer pocket, took out a wrinkled photo, and handed it over with expectation.

Yin Sen took it coldly. When his eyes came into contact with the photo, he felt like a pair of pliers clamping every blood vessel on his body. The blood could not flow to the heart at all. His face suddenly turned pale, like a dead zombie after a stroke.

The scene in the photo is a crowded market. In the center, there is a high platform made of wood. On it, there are five or six crosses erected. On the surface of each shelf, there is a naked man with his hands and feet tied firmly by ropes. A white card hung on their chests, with numbers of different sizes scribbling in bright red paint, as well as two currency symbols of Earth Federation and Pan-United. Among these people who are sold as goods, there is a face, which is the son Yin Sen misses the most and has been looking for for a long time.

Yin Sen's eyes suddenly turned blood red. He grabbed Rano's collar and pulled him off the ground. He shouted in an extremely violent and excited voice: "Say! Where is he? Where is this person? Where is?"

Rano obviously hasn't woken up from the huge changes in the past and back. His teeth are trembling randomly, unable to speak, and stuttering violently. However, he still tried to reveal three words that people could understand.

"Kun...Kuntaisha!"

......

This is a planet full of sin.

No one has ever counted how many people were sold as slaves since the age of cosmic immigration. This kind of sinful act that has existed since ancient times may continue forever. Human beings always like to treat their kind as toys and always like to overtake others. Especially after having much more money and power than others, they are rampant, perverted, humiliated... all kinds of outrageous evil deeds do not require devil induced at all. They appear in instinct and are imposed on those objects who are powerless to resist.

This is the so-called civilization, and it is also a society that humans have never changed since ancient times.

When the huge transport ship landed at Quintesha Airport, Yin Sen did not delay for a second. Under Rano's leadership, he walked towards the slave market with more than 500 fully armed private guards.

With Wang Er as the reference object, Yin Sen could no longer trust anyone.

He gave the fat pig everything, gave him material and money, gave him the right to live, and gave him the capital to travel freely in the universe, but did not take back anything he deserved.

The photos Rano took out were definitely not fake. The person tied to a wooden cross was definitely his son. Yin Sen was sure of this—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

He no longer wants to investigate why Yin Zihao appeared in Kuntasha instead of ag64?

This problem is meaningless, as long as people live, the best result.

Although Yin Sen is cruel and violent to outsiders, he is a qualified father.

......

The doors of Sanbe's slave store are still open as usual.

There are no holidays here, nor are they subject to Sundays or holidays. As long as someone comes in, a waiter will immediately approach you to provide you with all-round service.

Simple language communication, plus a deposit of 100,000 yuan in federal standard currency... About ten minutes later, Yin Sen and several of his most trusted subordinates were brought to Sanbe's room together.

"Welcome, my respected guest———"

The slave trader's opening remarks are very cliché and he cannot feel respect at all. He only has the desire and greed for money.

"I heard that this person is your goods?"

Yin Sen did not waste time and placed the photo directly in front of Sanbei.

If he is on Earth or another immigrant planet, he can ask for help from the federal police or the military.

However, Kuntaisha does not belong to any force. Here, there is another special set of rules.

Mid-Autumn Festival + National Day is a long holiday. Thank you for your support for Heitian and this book. I wish you a happy holiday. Lao Hei loves you, really! (..)
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