Unconsciously, three days passed, and Xiao Yuanchao slowly regained his spirit and strength, but only a very small part of the recovery was made. Every day, he had to endure the butcher's rough scolding, the leftovers of the soup he ate, and when he was pulled out of the cage, his steps were slow.

The very small part of his recovery only brought him out of a state of near death, and with his current physical condition, he could barely withstand the forces from outside. Weak, very weak.

"Stand firm, dog, give you food and drink every day, don't pretend!" The butcher dragged Xiao Yuan fiercely and scolded the iron collar around his neck.

Stumbling under his feet, Xiao Yuanchao almost fell to the ground. He didn't resist, first, because he didn't have the strength to resist; The second reason is that there is no point in revolting now.

The butcher scolded and dragged Xiao Yuan forward, through the dimly lit corridor, to a hot room.

This room is not dry at all, because there is a large stove in the middle, which burns with a roaring flame. Around the stove were all sorts of torture instruments, which were stained with different shades of color, and some even had clear minced meat hanging on them—human flesh, all of which were for human use.

"Don't think about running away, because no one can ever run out. As long as you catch them back, you will be sent here to enjoy life, hahahaha......" The butcher laughed, took out the soldering iron in the stove, shook his head at Xiao Yuanchao and said, "Stand there steadily and don't move, let me brand you a mark." With this mark, you belong to a master. ”

If you can't resist, you can only bear it, Xiao Yuanchao sighed softly and stood there quietly.

Such cooperation made the butcher stunned for a moment. He'd marked a lot of people, and almost all of them were desperately resisting, but it was strange that this guy was standing there and not resisting.

"Branding doesn't mean you're a slave, and not having a mark doesn't mean you're not a slave." Xiao Yuanchao stared at the butcher's eyes and said, "I will look at the appearance, I know you won't live long, really." Because there is a black gas in the center of your eyebrows, it has reached the point of no return. If I'm right, you won't survive today! ”

Cursed to death, the butcher was furious and imprinted the soldering iron on Xiao Yuanchao's left chest.

"Zizi Zi ......"

The sound of the red iron burning the flesh sounded, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of cooked meat. Xiao Yuanchao was still standing there, his fists clenched tightly, the green tendons on his face and neck bulging, and he endured the extreme pain under the burning. He doesn't resist, he doesn't cry out in pain, he stands there and bears it silently!

This appearance made the butcher fearful, he had never seen such a person at all, and he did not cry out in pain when the soldering iron was imprinted on his body. Normally, such people are terrible, and the blood of wild beasts flows in their bones.

"You don't hurt?" The butcher asked, surprised.

"It hurts, it hurts." Xiao Yuanchao exhaled lightly and said, "It's just that I don't have the habit of shouting pain in front of dogs."

"You ......"

"You won't survive today, I promise!" Xiao Yuanchao's eyes burst out with two red fierce lights.

"Dog stuff, offal! Let's see if you can't survive today, or if I can't survive, let me go! The butcher tugged heavily on the iron collar around Xiao Yuanchao's neck and pulled him out.

"Whoa! Crash! ……”

The chains on his hands and feet dragged on the ground with a heavy sound. Out of the hallway, out of the room, out onto the street.

The moment he came to the street, Xiao Yuanchao immediately judged that this was an underground city, because he couldn't see the sky at all. The streets were full of lights, noisy, and all kinds of scolding kept coming. There are a lot of people, and there is hardly a good person - Xiao Yuanchao is still used to judging good people and bad people, even if he knows that this is not the standard for judgment.

The reason why all of them are not good people here is because so many of them are fierce. And half of the stalls set up by those small stalls and vendors are parts and components of various weapons and equipment.

“Fuck！ You！ ”

"Bang!"

A brawny man in camouflage pants shouted and threw one of the guys to the ground with a punch. As for why he hit the other party, maybe it was just because the other party was blocking his way.

"Miscellaneous, this is the woman that Lao Tzu fell in love with first!"

"Is the woman you fancy yours in? Duel! ”

"Then duel, I'll rip you out of your asshole!"

“……”

Chaotic, extremely chaotic. The streets are full of violence, and this is an underground city with few rules. Whoever has the big fist is the boss, and the weak eat the strong, and there is a clear distinction.

"Whoa! Crash! ……”

Xiao Yuanchao, who was led by the butcher, walked forward step by step, fully feeling the breath here. He had a sense of familiarity, and the two words that made him feel familiar: survival.

Yes, survival. In a world where the jungle is the strongest, survival is particularly prominent; In a world where violence is respected, survival can be done without any fig leaf, and the red fruit is displayed in front of everyone.

"Hehe, Tulip, this little girl got a small toothpick again, haha, I have to lose again tonight!" A rude strong man laughed loudly.

"This little lady can't lose many times, and she is about to be reduced to a civilian, so we can have a good talk with her then!"

"That's right, my big bird is already, hahahahaha......"

“……”

Rough voices followed, and a group of men and women watched Xiao Yuanchao as if they were looking at animals. They could tell from the tulip imprint on Xiao Yuanchao's chest that he belonged to the bewitching woman. That's the mark, and everybody here has a mark.

It seems that this little girl is not doing well and is about to fall down......

Xiao Yuanchao glanced back at the gorgeous European-style house behind him, and continued to walk forward under the guidance of the butcher. Through the words of those people, he knew that this underground city had its own strict hierarchy and rules.

A place to live, a place to survive in the most extreme.

The strictness of the hierarchy is always the highest embodiment of survival, and under the natural law of the food chain, human society is also full of the law of the food chain. In ancient times, it was class, blood, and now it is status and money. However, the laws of the food chain in human society today cannot be compared with those of ancient times, and in the process of democracy development, the feeling is not so clear.

The law of the food chain in this underground city should be based on ancient times, where there are civilians and slaves, and there are civilians who exist on a higher level. Level by level, like a pyramid.

Judging by the scale of the underground city and the level of awareness of the people here, it is a perfect place to live.

Who built it? Who's the juggernaut here? Xiao Yuanchao didn't know, because what leaked in front of him was just the tip of the iceberg.