There is no law here.(

.) Strength is the only convincing existence.

Five hundred fully armed mercenaries can win a large-scale battle, but they cannot withstand the tens of thousands of gangs on the planet Quintex. Those who can have a place here have strong strength that cannot be ignored. They directly snatch people in violent ways and then escape... As a result, they can only be besieged by pirates who hear the news, and they will be beaten into wreckage with warships and people.

Sanbei took the photo, looked at it carefully for a moment, raised his head, looked at Yin Sen with a sinister expression, and smiled.

"Why, are you interested in this person?"

Then, the slave trader took a pot of more than 30 centimeters high from the side, took out some dry dark green plant leaves, skillfully rolled up with cut paper, lit it, and took a sip. Suddenly, the room immediately spread.

A unique burning smell.

"So, he is indeed in your hands?"

Yin Sen did not answer, but confirmed his guess from another perspective.

"Yes, that's right!"

Sanbei narrowed his eyes slightly, squirted out a mouthful of smoke, and nodded lightly.

"Let me see him———"

An unexcited excitement instantly penetrated Yin Sen's body. His hands were slightly trembling, but his voice was extremely firm and could not be denied.

The slave trader looked at him for a few seconds and waved to the waiter waiting behind him. The latter nodded understandingly, then walked to the closet, picked up an electronic remote control from the shelf, pressed one of the buttons hard, and a virtual screen immediately appeared on the side wall. The center covered by a light blue light curtain suddenly showed Yin Zihao's image.

He was still naked, half-kneeling, or crawling, imprisoned in an iron cage with a height of no more than fifty centimeters. The space was very narrow, unable to sit down, nor could he lie down, let alone standing. His face was terrible white. His body was covered with feces and dirt, so he could only hold his hands on the bottom of the cage and barely maintain his body balance. This action made him feel very tired and painful. He kept changing the positions of his arms and legs, but he could not make himself more comfortable, and could only add shocking red marks to the surface of his skin.

"This is the most useful way to keep goods fresh———"

Sanbe looked at the virtual screen and proudly said: "You can't let the slaves eat too much, nor can you give them enough space to escape. Keep them in a cage. They will try every means to keep their bodies energetic and functional. Haha! In this way, when customers ask to see the goods, they can show enough vitality and be healthy at any time."

Yin Sen stared at the scene tightly. He bit his teeth tightly, his face stiff and cold. He focused on identifying every detail of Yin Zihao... Finally, he was sure that this was his son.

"Very good! All I want is him———"

Although he was cursing the slave trader in the most vicious words deep down, he had to abide by the rules of the planet Quintex. After nearly half a minute of silence, Yin Sen refocused his attention on Sanbe and used a hoarse voice: "Please give me a price!"

It is simply not feasible to force robbery by force. If you want to leave Kuntaisha safely with your son, the best way is to use money.

What's more, Yin Sen is not short of such things.

A satisfied smile appeared on the slave trader's face. He put down the one he had just sucked halfway through.

Numb, revealing a disgusting yellow teeth, and erecting two thin fingers.

"Two hundred thousand? Federal currency or pan-United Empire dollar?"

When he came, Yin Sen had already learned about the trading conditions of Kuntaisha slaves through the universe. This price was already very high and could even be rare. Even the "a" goods were similar to this. Of course, he did not think that his son could meet the standards of ""-level goods.

Sanbe laughed contemptuously and said, "Twenty-hundred thousand? You look at me too much. What, do you think? Kuntaisha is an isolated planet? Don't plan to fool me, and don't think about the luck of buying valuable goods at a cheap price. [...cm Me] Since I walked into this room, I have already recognized your face————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

, Mr. Yin Sen. We all know very well that the man in the cage is your son.”

This sentence exploded in Yin Sen's heart like a bombshell.

"Let's relax, I never refuse guests to come to my door, nor will I terminate transactions because of certain things. In front of banknotes and gold, anything can be used for sale. However, as long as you walk into this door, the initiative is usually in my hands. Hahahaha———You should be very clear that Quintex is not within the control of the federal army, it is a completely free place. Of course, you can leave now, and I will never stop it."

When Sangbei spoke, he kept smiling. He was very sincere and serious. There were no threatening words in it, but he clearly made Yin Sen understand the facts he had to face.

He resisted the urge to pull out his gun and blew the other person's head, pretending to be calm and sneered, "Please offer it! You have to be right—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"Haha! I like direct and refreshing guests———"

The slave trader's laughter sounded like an asthma patient was on an attack. He still shook his two fingers, his eyes filled with unspeakable evil.

"Two trillions - the standard currency of the Earth Federation, or the Pan-United Empire Yuan, can do it."

Yin Sen couldn't help but feel angry: "You, you're simply blackmailing——"

"No! You are wrong, this is not blackmail. In ancient oriental language, this is called "singular goods are affordable."

Sanbei put away the smile on his face, and his expression became gloomy and cold. He looked at Yin Sen, whose eyes were constantly turning red, coughed lightly, and said coldly: "By the way———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"asshole----"

Yin Sen shouted angrily: "Two trillion, why don't you rob the Federal Bank?"

“I never do that kind of violent thing.”

The slave trader looked at him leisurely: "I can tell you the truth-- another customer has already taken a fancy to the cargo. He is going to transform this man into a pig... Well! Maybe I remember it wrong. In short, it is some kind of animal of similarity."

The atmosphere in the room seemed dull. Because of the excessive marijuana smoke, Yin Sen felt that he was about to suffocate. He pulled open the buttons at the top of his collar and stared at Sanbe with a fierce look.

He brought four bodyguards, and there were as many as five hundred mercenaries outside the house. These people had rich combat experience and had an absolute advantage in the comparison of quantity. However... it was impossible for this building to be the only slave trader. Once they started, no one knew what kind of variables would appear. Moreover, in the corner of the wall of the room, Yin Sen saw some other extremely terrifying things.

That is a laser automatic warning device. In the obvious location, there are six of them. Yin Sen is very familiar with this thing. Because... they are originally products made by the "Torch" mining company. They are powerful, with extremely high aiming accuracy and launch frequency. They are precision mechanical products ordered by the military and super rich. They can solve twenty targets in five seconds. And... God knows whether there are more automatic warning devices hidden behind the walls and closets?

Use the most direct method to force the person away?

Hijack the damn slave merchant in front of him?

Use a powerful exhaustion device to release electromagnetic waves, so that all automatic warning devices are paralyzed, and then...

One seemingly effective method quickly turned around in Yin Sen's mind, but was rejected one by one by one by one. He suddenly found sadly that the wisdom and strategies in the movie that were boasted by the screenwriter and director were simply gimmicks that were simply to attract attention. There was no effect in the face of absolute power.

Here is Quintesha...

Yin Sen subconsciously remembered this sentence that Lano reported to the newsman in his office more than once.

I hate this damn planet!

Even though he had already used the most vicious language that could have been thought of. He cursed Kuntasha, the planet where pirates and criminals gathered countless times, Yin Sen still had to face the reality. He looked at Sanbe with almost fire-breathing eyes. At this distance, he could almost hear the friction sounds of teeth tightly biting from his mouth. However, this threat that stayed at the surface did not have any effect on the slave traders———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Ma. Occasionally, Yin Sen, who raised his eyelids and tightened his face, showed a hint of sneer. He then sprayed out a large cloud of smoke with strong bad breath.

Perhaps because he felt that the silence in the room had lasted for too long, Sanbei clapped his palm and called in a waiter wearing an ancient Arabic robe from outside the door. He pointed at Yin Sihao on the holographic screen in front of Yin Sen, without any intention of covering up, but his words were like a knife that carved the hearts of guests from the civilized world.

"It's almost lunch time... Go and tell the people guarding the cell below to cut off the right leg of the young man, make some delicious white garlic, fried minced pork with sour and chili peppers, and make some fresh meat buns. Well... Or, it's good to fill some fresh blood-cup sausages. Let them be careful when they start, don't kill people. All I want is the thigh, not his head. This guy is very valuable. But... Cutting off one leg will not affect the value of the goods itself. Haha! Is it right? My most honorable guest?"

The last sentence is obviously for Yin Sensu. Moreover, when Sambe smiled, the teeth exposed from his lips were very sharp, and he looked like carnivores like tigers and wolfs. Their gums were also red and creepy.

Looking silently at the slave trader's face, which was slightly similar to the famous terrifying leader of the old era, "Bin Laden", Yin Sen only felt his muscles tighten... After a long time, he finally sighed a long time, took out a nano-information magnetic card from his underwear pocket, held it in his hand and stroked it back and forth for nearly half a minute, like a discard that no longer needed, hesitated, but threw it at the slave trader with great determination.

It was a magnetic card that could be redeemed at any federal bank. The reserve amount was as high as 206 billion. This was equivalent to half of Yin Sen's net worth, and almost all the working capital he could use.

Money is important.

However, he is not as good as his son.

In the face of money and family affection, Yin Sen finally chose the latter. From this point of view alone, he is indeed a qualified father.

......

The elevator landed slowly down.

It was very deep and gloomy. Looking at the number "—" directly above. The increasing numbers, Yin Sen's heart, which seemed empty because of losing too much money, gradually became full and excited.

He did not notice that the slave trader Sanbe, who was accompanying him, was releasing an extremely evil smile.

"Bang————”

The heavy and huge all-steel gate shows the slave merchants' most complete means of protecting goods. Without waiting for the huge steel gate to be fully opened, Yin Sen was already unwaveringly penetrated through the gap in the middle and strode towards the neatly placed cage in the distance.

He walked very quickly and did not notice that he had already distanced himself from the bodyguard behind him. The conscientious latter ran to follow his master. In this way, they walked one after another. When the four black-clothed bodyguards were about to lift their feet and cross the steel gate, they suddenly shot down from the black horizontal groove about ten centimeters wide above his head, a dense line of incandescent lasers with a distance of only about five centimeters.

The incident happened too suddenly, without any warning, and it was impossible to guard against it. The bodyguard in the center of the black groove was cut open by a laser fence on the spot. The body parts that had lost their support were scattered like snow peaks that were shook by sound waves. The extremely intense laser completely carbonized the edge of the wound, sealing the outflow blood tightly. It seemed... the bodyguard who died on the spot without even humming was not a human being with life at all, but a pile of rigid and cold building blocks that were pushed down from a high place and fell down.

The other three bodyguards subconsciously retreated back immediately. They pulled out their pistols as quickly as possible, and with cold sweat that quickly oozed out of their pores, they quickly raised their guns. They wanted to turn around and aim at the slave traders following behind, but were surrounded by a group of armed personnel who swarmed out of the corners of the side, using terrifying weapons of various calibers. They pressed against their heads tightly, and had no choice but to disarm on the spot.

Yin Sen suddenly turned around, staring at Sanbei, who was separated by a laser fence with an angry face. The latter made up his robe, which was a bit messy, and took it from a waiter next to him.

Ma, lit it, took a pleasant breath. He took out the nano-information magnetic card with amazing wealth from his pocket, and shook it proudly on his fingertips. His eyes and face were full of sarcastic ridicule.

"I should have known for a long time that this is a trap..."

The distance was very close, you could hear the sound of "sizzling" energy coming from the surface of the laser fence. For some reason, Yin Sen's heart suddenly felt an indescribable impulse in his heart at this moment. He no longer thought about whether he could leave here safely. He slowly turned around and stared at the slave cage not far away with his eager and crazy eyes.

He knew very well that he would probably never be able to walk out of this basement, and the hundreds of mercenaries waiting on the ground might have been killed or captured by all those who had set up traps... He was so stupid that he would actually run to a chaotic planet like Kuntaisha, which had no laws at all. However... he did not regret it.

A strange and inexplicable smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Yin Sen's mouth. He turned around and strode towards the slave cage.

There, having his son is also the most important sustenance that supports his health and beliefs.

Thinking became unprecedentedly active in just a few minutes. Yin Sen felt a little confused before his eyes, and scenes of familiar scenes flashed through his mind—there were those who were killed by himself, and faces who had been occupied by his property and died in despair and poverty. He never felt that there was anything wrong with this. Capital accumulation and the improvement of his identity all required stepping on the heads and corpses of countless people and laying them as the foundation. Now, he has just given up on things that did not belong to him. After all, the most important thing in this world is only sons and relatives.

"brush----"

He suddenly lifted the tarpaulin blocking the surface of the cage. When his eyes were extremely excited, his eyes full of enthusiasm and flames disappeared completely in the deep of his shrinking pupils as if they were shocked.

The person who was locked in the cage was indeed Yin Zihao, but he was not his son at all.

"You...who are you?"

He had Yin Zihao's face and his body was no different from his son. However, there was no ray of wisdom in his eyes. It was very turbid, full of numbness, and could not distinguish Yin Sen who was close to him. Even... he shook his nose like a dog. It seemed that smell was the only tool for "he" to communicate with the outside world.

"You...who are you? Who are you?"

Looking at the prisoner who was completely unaware of his face, Yin Sen felt his body trembling involuntarily. He widened his eyes and looked at the other person with a wooden look. The sound from the depths of his throat was better than questioning, and wailing in despair.

(I won’t go on a trip on the National Day from now on... I’ll squeeze me to death)

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