The slave owner touched it again, and then returned the leash to the salad. It was a lie for the slave owners to say that they had not studied leather goods, and that the most extravagant things in this Detroit high society were nothing more than clothes and shoes. Shoes are only involved in the local tyrants, so clothing can also represent status. This leash is clearly a high-quality leather coat, and it will only be done if you are rich to the extreme. Even if it was a second-hand piece of torn clothes, the slave owner was not willing to waste it on the slave like this.

At this time, the slave owner was convinced of the identity of the rich man in front of him. If you come to yourself in front of you with your clothes on, you will feel that you have rented it from somewhere. But if you dare to dismantle it and make something else, you can't put it out with money.

But who would have known that this was also something that Salaz had not intended to do, if he knew the value of what was in Owen's closet. Any one of them is an offering that their entire team can earn for a month, and they don't do the same to those clothes in the closet.

He took the string and turned his head to put it on Aven.

Evan immediately turned his head and gave him a look that wanted to leave.

Therasi naturally understood and said, "Oh no, my slave. There's nothing else on my dog, so can I take him with me?"

The slave owner was still immersed in his thoughts at this time, and felt that he understood that the real rich man's habits and tastes were unique enough. Later, when I went out to brag, I found a new way to show that I was different, but the slave owner could also understand. If it weren't for this flashy tow rope, it would not have caused the slave in front of him to come to this position and make contact with Lin Zhaofei.

The slave owner glanced at Evan and Sera and said with a smile, "Of course you can, this young master will come back tomorrow." I will prepare what you want for you, and ensure that it meets your requirements, young master. ”

The slave owner gave the assistant behind him a look and said, "I won't be given food tomorrow." ”

The assistant nodded his head and put Lin Zhaofei back in the cage, and the slave owner immediately laughed and sent Sala and Evan out.

The slave owner at the gate took out the key again to open the door, this time Evan kept staring at the key in the slave owner's hand.

It was revealed that the slave owner's key was placed in the back trouser pocket, and this key was directly connected to the trousers by a slender iron chain.

I can see the smell of safety and security, and I guess this is the only way to avoid being snatched away by the slaves in the slave area.

So if you want to open the door tomorrow afternoon, you still have to find the slave owner, and Evan made a note of this.

The door opened, and Sarasi led Aven out of the slave quarter.

The slave owner stood at the gate of the slave quarter, watched as Seras and Evan departed, and then pulled out the money in his pocket.

"What a weirdo, but there's money to take care of him. The slave owner counted the money and watched the two leave.

After taking Evan away, Seras asked in a low voice, "Are you done?"

"Thanks to the one who was beaten, everything is done. Evan said.

"Now that the slave quarter is done, what's next?" said Thrass.

"There are two more places. Evan said, and Evan could understand that the apostles in the slave area were the majority. But there are also some retail investors in various orphan groups, and these orphans are actually very easy to deal with. As long as the process of the coming-of-age ceremony is explained to them, it can be guaranteed that none of these slaves will dare to stay in Detroit.

"Two places? I don't know the plan. Or asked, who knew the plan but didn't know how to execute it.

"Slaves in the rich districts, and apostles in various circles like us. Evan said.

"Which are you going to deal with first?" said Thraz.

"Kids like us are scattered all over Detroit, and it's hardest to notify. The rich area has the same restrictions as the slave area, so we go to the rich area first. Evan said.

Seras nodded and said, "In the rich area, I have a new plan. ”

"Are you going to dress up as something again?" said Aven.

Salasa nodded and said, "When I go home, I'll look for new clothes." This time, we dressed up as returning slave owners and conducted door-to-door censuses from wealthy neighborhoods. ”

Evan nodded his head from Owen's closet.

Salaz found a new outfit to dress herself and Aven, a leather whip made of a leather belt tucked into the most conspicuous place at her waist. Then a large string of cage keys hung outside, and gold chains were used as chains to tie to the waistband of his trousers.

Except for being a head shorter, the appearance of the silk at this time is indeed very much like that of a slave owner.

And after dressing up, Evan wears sunglasses and looks like a thug in casual clothes. It's just too thin, but that doesn't stop Sarasi and Evan from completing their mission.

Seras took Evan out the door, and Evan thought of something rummaging through the toolbox at Owen's house.

Various wrenches, hammers, and flat-frame Screwdrivers were found, and Evan packed them all into a box and brought them on.

"What are you bringing all this for?" said Selasi, puzzled.

Evan said: "If it is an apostle who is locked in a cage, he will definitely not be able to escape by himself if he is used to being suppressed by the rich. Bring them a little bit of tools and the effect should be different. ”

The two went out on their way to the wealthy area, and it was already late at night.

Seras knocked on the door of the first rich man, and fortunately almost all the rich people who could afford to buy slaves were all gathered. The security here is also the best in all of Detroit, with high-rise buildings on the edge of the bombed zone.

It was rebuilt from the ruins, and of course the slave owners advised the rich not to take their slaves out of Detroit. These are all later words, and none of the rich people regard the apostles as relatives.

The door was opened by a fat man in pajamas, and when he looked at the other party, he knew that he was rich.

"Sick, right? in the middle of the night. The fat man said dissatisfiedly.

Thraz put one hand on the belt around her waist and said, "Are your slaves registered? I don't want to embarrass you in the middle of the night. It's hard for me above, what can I do. ”

The fat man rubbed his eyes and said, "Why haven't I seen you." ”

"I've been doing this for more than a year, and you don't know me?" said Thraz toughly.

"Forget it, come in. Hurry up and finish registering, the cage on the left side of the yard is all there. Hurry up and leave when you're done, and go out and help me bring it to the door. The fat man opened the door and walked into the two-story building nonchalantly.

Evan trotted towards the cage, and within a few steps Evan was pulled by Sala.

Seras whispered, "Don't get too excited, they might be watching from the second floor." ”

Evan understood Serasi's concern, and the two of them swaggered slowly towards the three cages in the corner.