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The president of Landu, who thinks that the powerful threat of political correctness, is certainly not a threat to Anthony. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

- Maximilian, look how bad your reputation is......

Anthony gloated in his heart for a moment, and then said to Lando, "Then why haven't you announced it yet?" Hurry up, hurry up, go and ask David Duran. You don't even dare to kill me, and you dare to reveal my identity? Are you sure David Duran gave you that permission?"

Lan Du's face suddenly turned black, and he was so angry that he turned green. This undisguised naked/naked mockery of Anthony was simply doubly humiliating to him.

He, Lando, David Duran's chief of affairs and the most famous executioner of the Acropolis, was casually humiliated by his own subordinate prisoners. What's worse is that he laughed right! He really couldn't do anything to him, he couldn't kill him, he couldn't let go, all of these things were outside his authority, and he had to ask for instructions and wait for his master's orders. And can he go and ask for instructions, dare to ask for instructions? He won't dare to kill him!

For the first time, a trace of panic flashed in Lan Du's heart, this person, this slave, this prisoner, his understanding of the rules of the Acropolis Game of Thrones was simply frenzied. Who was he before he was put on the chip, and could he conquer him before dawn?

If you can't do it......

Landu couldn't help but shudder.

The unfortunate Chief of Landu is not a native girl of the earth who has been □□ and abused by the Great Demon King for a long time, and he doesn't know at this time that for the villain Demon King *OSS, who has already remembered that he is interested in him, this little damage is just a warm-up, and the real blow has just begun.

In fact, the Great Demon King, who managed to disguise himself as a prisoner and penetrate the enemy, did not give Mr. Chief any chance to turn his anger or uneasiness into action, and turned on the taunting mode incessantly, and he didn't even give Mr. Landu a chance to interject.

"You want me to talk about the days before I got to the Earth's orbit? What is there to talk about, isn't it as you think? According to you, you know me very well, you know me very well, you know who I am and where I come from, so since you know me so well, what are you asking me to do?" he mocked him with what Mr. Clerk had just said.

"There is no point in talking about me, and I have no interest in talking about people I have known since birth, and there is no need to waste time on such meaningless and uninteresting things," he continued, "but you—what's your name, Red Chief?, why don't we talk about you, I'm very interested in you." ”

"Landu," Mr. Chief replied subconsciously, "my name is Landu, and I am the head of the family of His Excellency David. ”

"Well, Mr. Lando, it doesn't matter what your name is," Anthony chuckled, and the wound and the abominable sealant seemed less uncomfortable, "I'm actually very interested in you right now. This has to start with the opera scene you just arranged, which is of course a teaching film for professional sex/affair training. Although it uses superpowers for demonstration, it is clear that this instructional film is not from a training camp, and sex/affair training has never been a compulsory course in a training camp, all training camps in the universe do not offer this course, and the criteria for domesticating slaves out of the camp have never included sexual skills, it is not something from a training camp. But it's easy to see that, Mr. Lando, you're familiar with it, with sex/thing training, and you've subconsciously transplanted that familiarity to the domestication of the superpower slaves you control, or rather, you, and all the other so-called □□ masters. It is not surprising that ordinary people always like to impose their naïve ideas and worldviews on superpowered people, while fundamentally ignoring that the most essential difference between the two is the species. ”

"Don't be in a hurry to deny it, Mr. Hongchang, I'm talking to you very seriously. Let's take a look at you, Red-oh, Blue-head, the position of head of the family, seems to be the keeper of the slave's property--that's right, Mr. Red. If you are the head of David Duran's family, you are in the prime of life, loyal, resolute, and responsive, so as far as I know, the head of the family's affairs is usually chosen from among the high squires and the academy scoypers who have been promoted through the lower ranks. That is to say, you were born in the family's slave education school, you were originally a slave, and you were a slave until you were promoted to a senior squire, you were recycled into the family's slave education school as a potentially useful waste eliminated by the training camp, and spent your childhood and adolescence in the slave university until you were educated as a loyal and useful slave and were considered qualified, and then you were given the family position of a low-level squire. Matter training was obviously a must in all slave schools, and was regarded as one of the basic criteria for success in taming, even at the family slave university of the Acropolis nobility. I suspect that in addition to the acropolis fetish, the sluggish energy reflexes of ordinary slaves and the weak nature of physiological crushing and collapse at the touch of a finger make energy domestication inefficient here, and the scrap rate is extremely high. So, although you are average-looking, you can't be selected as a sex/slave, and you are still a man, you can't have children, and sex/sex skills will not help you in the future, this course is definitely not very demanding of you, but even so, you must have passed the school's sex/sex training/education, and passed the assessment. And the other classes you receive at slave school are obviously no less □□ than sex/femdom/instruction—"

"I don't really know much about the slave university of the Acropolis aristocracy, but I think that with their selection mechanism and elimination rate, a child slave can enter the school and graduate, and be promoted from a low-level squire to a high-ranking one, proving that you are the elite of ordinary humans in terms of intelligence and ability, just like the high-level ability among superpowers. Anthony looked at Landu, "So, I'm really interested right now, you are neither a hereditary family attendant, nor a secular power holder who actively bends his knees in search of political power and protection, as a passive and forcibly domesticated human elite, after such a cruel and anti-human torture/teaching, how do you maintain your loyalty to your master, and this loyalty can still come from the heart without flaw? Teach the enemy who insults and enslaves you, and is loyal and sincere, no matter how outrageous the idiot, retarded, madman, or insane, as long as you have the title of "master" on your head, you can work hard, whether it is to dedicate your talents and strength, or to sacrifice your life and dignity, you have no care, not even in your heart, how did you do such a strange thing?"

Anthony's words were like a chisel, and some unknown powerful force struck it into Lan Du's heart, and a hole was opened in it. Lan Du felt that the scar in his heart, which had been buried by layers of dust and dirt for many years, had been forcibly uncovered by the chisel, and the harsh sunlight suddenly shone into the dark corner. Lan Du's lips trembled, and the feeling of the most secret part of his heart suddenly being exposed to broad daylight made him extremely panicked.

- Devil!

He pressed down the compass with his trembling fingers, screamed, "Executioners!" and slammed the door before they arrived!

Anthony was poured cold water on Xing's head, disappointed that the chat had ended so quickly. In his heart, he still felt that the little sister from the earth was rough and thick-skinned, and her heart was strong and she could withstand the wind and waves, and he finally won the second beating of his dreams today - of course, it would be perfect if he could not hurt so much, and the damned executioner looked like he had mixed that basin of cold water with a sobering lotion to improve his body sensitivity.

As soon as Anthony was beaten, once the bioelectric shock started, the pressure on the peripheral abilities suddenly became light, and they could spare their energy to raise their hands to wipe the sweat on their faces—all of them broke out in a cold sweat. Just now, the prisoner's burst of power almost overwhelmed them all. Combined, all of them used almost all their strength to barely maintain the energy cage without immediately collapsing. Fortunately, they still had electric shocks, and the chief of the blue affairs pressed the compass in time, otherwise the consequences of the stalemate would be really unpredictable.

Therefore, the capable people are very unhappy in their hearts. They are all level 7 abilities, they also have chips, they have twenty-three, and there is only one person, and they can barely occupy the temporary upper hand by relying on electric shocks, how can the gap be so big?!

Devil, Devil, Why didn't the Minister of the Blue Degree just kill this devil!

The Chief of the Blue Realm, who had high hopes from the Pure Ables, had entered his office and stayed alone until the end of the execution. No one associated this with anger. The first time Lan Du showed anger tonight was to probe it, and the second anger was to brew momentum, and his first two angers had elements of pretentious gestures, so no one took his last anger seriously, only that it was also a pretentious gesture, a technical detail. But as everyone knows, it was indeed Landu's anger and panic from the soul. He was really angry with that madman, and no one knew how hurt he was at this moment. Those dark past events that he thought he had been buried deep a long time ago and didn't have the courage to look back on those that he could only choose to forget, those episodes of life that seemed to have been edited, came one after another, fell from the sky, broke through the ground, flew over, squeezed in, came out, scrambled to crawl out of the ground, eerie and terrifying, like a hundred ghosts calling for a night Shura Road. It almost broke him on the spot. He needs time, he must have enough time to recover and sort out his state of mind, otherwise he really doesn't know if he will go crazy and strangle him directly when he faces this madman next time!

Fifteen minutes later, Lando walked out of the office looking still in good spirits. He confidently returned to the interrogation room, announced a moratorium on his execution, and relaunched a third round of attacks against his brand-new and brutally beaten "prisoner", and it still looked like he was sure of victory. However, because the new "prisoner" who had just been beaten up was so interested in the school life of Mr. Registrar in his youth and even the history of his legendary career from slave to prostitute, under his tireless exploration, Landu's determination finally did not last long before he pressed the compass in anger with a "pretentious gesture".

After the compass was pressed down this time, Anthony also took the time to tell Lando a joke, "Don't be so anxious, Mr. Chief, extreme electric shock is not like you." You may not have thought that since intensive bioelectric shocks can create mental breakdowns, they may also create immunity. ”