The slave owner began to coax Aven into knowing something from his mouth. At this time, the slave owner was still thinking about the incident that Lin Zhaofei provoked, who would have thought that Ai Wen in front of him was the mastermind of this incident.

Evan shuddered and hid behind Thras.

The slave owner said, "Young master, get out of the way." The family dog cannot be condoned when he makes a mistake, and he must be taught a lesson. ”

Sala is naturally protecting Ai Wen at this time.

The slave owner was embarrassed to take out the leather and whip the other party's slave in front of the rich man, and the helpless slave owner said with a wry smile: "It's just a proper question." Even if you make a mistake, let the young master take someone back to punish yourself, but here you must let me ask clearly. ”

Aivan, who was hiding behind Sala, took advantage of this time to transfer the phone to his sleeve and stuffed it into Sala.

Salaz put her hands behind her back and naturally gave way the moment she got the phone.

The slave owner immediately walked up, trying to reach out and grab Evan by the collar.

But after glancing at Thrasi, he turned to press Aven's head and shouted, "How did you get here?"

"The apostle in the cage told me to go to the center. Evan said.

"Who asked you to come?" shouted the slave owner, trying to make sure of the person.

Of course, Evan knows that what he can't do can lead to irreversible bad things.

Evan whispered, "Each." ”

The slave owner frowned slightly and said again: "Okay, then what did this man say to you?"

"He asked me for cigarettes and money, saying that he had a lot of power and knew what homeless people were. If I don't give it, I'll be careful of being beaten to death when I go out in the future. Ai Wen said, looking at Lin Zhaofei, who was beaten in front of him, and followed the other party's advice. Exaggerate things and then blame them all.

When the slave owner heard this, he laughed, pointed at Lin Zhaofei and said, "Do you know? He's got a fart force, and he's got the power to be locked up here by us?"

At this time, Lin Zhaofei, who was violently beaten by the two of them, sneered and said, "If I hadn't been tricked here by you people back then, would I have become like this?"

The slave owner drew his whip again, motioning for his men to get out of the way. A leather whip was whipped on Lin Zhaofei's shoulder, and he could immediately see the skin and flesh blooming.

Lin Zhaofei, who was originally stiff, knelt directly on one foot on the ground at this time.

I can see the body that can't heal, but it's not just this whip mark. It seems that Lin Zhaofei has survived I don't know how many such punishments, so it is understandable that the apostles here regard him as a slave king.

The slave owner seemed to be still angry after beating the leather whip, but after seeing Lin Zhaofei kneeling, he didn't make a move and said coldly: "If it weren't for the doctor's words, if a hard bone like you would be useful in the future, I would have killed you a long time ago." ”

Lin Zhaofei didn't brace hard at this time, and lowered his head. After all, it's all for tomorrow, and there's no need to resist now.

The slave owner felt a little unbelievable when he saw Lin Zhaofei's softening, and looked at Ai Wen and said to the coloring brush: "Young master, can you search for your slave? I'm afraid that there is something on him." ”

Salaz nodded slightly, anyway, the phone was already in her hand at this time.

The slave owner stepped forward and began to fumble with Aven.

Tied up and untied Aven's leather goods, followed by a top and bottom.

At this time, Salasi was empty-hearted, and she looked at the leather goods she made for fear that she would wear them.

Especially Ai Wen, who has fine skin and tender meat, has no scars on his body except for his rough fingers, which usually does some rough work.

This did not correspond to the slave at all, and the slave owner pressed Evan's neck.

The back of the neck is smooth as new, and it is pure skin. There was no brand on his body at all, and the slave owner pointed to the back of his neck and said with a smile: "With fine skin and tender meat, where did this young master of the dog buy it? It can't be outside, right? There is something missing, the apostles from the slave area are stamped here." ”

The slave owner dug a hole here, after all, the Evan in front of him was so wrong. There are no slave marks on the back of the neck, and the thin skin and tender flesh seem to have never been beaten. Even if the rich were kind to slaves, that doesn't explain the absence of slave markings. So the slave owner probably added two words outside, hoping that the salad would say the in-and-out. The outside world could not buy apostles, and here the slave owners buried a pit.

In the past, when encountering this kind of problem, Salad would definitely say that it was bought from outside Detroit. But I have heard Liu Yiling's statement that the outside world is slaughtering the apostles, so in fact, the business of the apostles is only available here.

Thrasi said: "My dad bought it, and said it was out of stock." It seems to have been bought from some kind of father, but I don't know which one. ”

The slave owner nodded his head and said, "I bought it from my father, so there should be no problem." Those are not slaves, and naturally there are no imprints of these things. ”

The slave owner understood something, but he never thought that his father would secretly interfere in the slave trade. There was a father who asked for him after the death of the apostle, but he never thought that the other party would use it to sell and fish for such a side, and the slave owner thought that there was an opportunity to talk to the doctor about it.

The slave owner threw the clothes off Evan back into Evan hands, and Evan put them on honestly.

The slave owner stooped down and picked up the leash of the salrazed nature and looked at it carefully.

Salasi's heart beat to one hundred and fifteen at this time, but she still had to make sure that she didn't look like her face changed.

The slave owner took the leash and said, "Young master, rich people are different, your leash is handmade, right? When did Detroit have this kind of luxury?

The material for this thing is Owen's clothes. The clothes look second-hand, but they all seem to be some famous brands.

Looking at Owen's meticulous appearance, all kinds of pastes and oils are maintained. It's true that the salad was ruined like this, but I didn't think that the other party was not a one-way fraud but asked if it was handmade.

Salaz nodded and said, "Made-to-order." ”

He used this kind of high-end leather goods for his slaves, but he himself wore such hip-hop wide clothes. But when the slave owner took a closer look, the clothes were not of the usual high grade in Detroit. What the slave owners can be sure of is that Salasi is really a rich man, and the local tyrants who made a fortune in business here are not so proud as to bring leather leashes to slaves.

The slave owner took the leather goods and tied them up and said, "Young master, it's not that you are bad at this thing. If you look through this thing in Detroit, you may not be able to find the second one. You look like it's made of the first layer of calfskin, I don't particularly study it. Something worth a lot for sure, but it's really not suitable for tying up a dog. It's easy to break free, and there's no need to be so nice to them. I'd suggest you change it to a chain, why don't you break the bill today or I'll find you one for free?"

Thrasi shook her head and said, "I think my stuff is good, and so do the other slaves in our family. None of them did anything bad, so I was relieved. ”

"Anything else, too?" the slave owner gasped.