Chapter 1050: Exploring the Dark Night (3)

Perhaps, in the eyes of humans, these orcs are not [human].

The leopards are mere beasts, mere inferior creatures.

It turns out that this is not a hunt for thieves, this is a hunt.

It's not hunting, it's harvesting!

That's right, this was a [bureau] from the beginning, and from the very beginning it was for the sake of [harvesting] these leopard boys and conniving at them to steal. Because, the fur obtained from this group of leopard boy with special coat color has already been well received by some human collectors, and each fur is sky-high.

There seems to be some kind of dirty bargain between the Romans and the Glicks, in order to secretly raise and fatten these young wild breeds that are not worth dying, in order to obtain better quality furs.

At that moment, Philaeos, who was on the verge of death, realized this situation, and at the age of thirteen, he understood the danger of the world, and knew that he was in a catastrophe this time.

Before he could die completely, the humans couldn't wait to rip off the fur from the leopard-man boy.

His soft, half-ripe leopard skin was ruthlessly torn from him by humans, little by little. The flesh was torn, and the blood was dripping, as if it had been burned by flames, and it was like a thousand needles piercing the body. This is the excruciating pain of being skinned alive, and there is no pain in the world that can compare to it.

In the midst of the pain, Celeos lost consciousness.

His cold body was discarded in the corpse pile by humans and disposed of as waste. It was getting late, and the Romans closed to rest, preparing to wait until tomorrow morning to set fire to the pile of corpses. However, no one expected that Phileus, who was skinned and bloodied, was so weak that his life hung by a thread, that he miraculously survived one night.

"Hey, come and see this kid! he's still angry!" The next morning, he faintly heard someone shouting in a daze with a fever.

"Really...... Even the fur has grown, you monster!" the humans caressed the back of the leopard boy with their dirty hands. New fluff grew on his back, very short, very sensitive, sensitive enough to feel the blood on the hands of those people.

After learning of the leopard boy's peculiar constitution, the humans did not kill him, but imprisoned the boy in a cage and transported it to Egypt.

The Egyptians were world leaders in surgical skinning techniques, and they were able to peel fur from animals with minimal damage and minimal pain.

And this leopard boy whose whole body can continue to regenerate seems to have been sent to hell. Every three days, humans would come and cut the leopard-man boy with a knife, carefully tearing it off, and peeling off his newly grown hair.

That's right, the Egyptians had a good peeling technique, and they peeled it cleanly, suppressing the pain of Philaeos when he was skinned to the greatest extent. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. For the leopard boy, being skinned is still a heart-rending pain.

Because of this, during that time, he lived worse than death.

The humans handcuffed him and kept him in captivity in a small cell of less than ten square feet like an animal. In order to prevent him from committing suicide, the humans did not let him eat any food, but gagged his mouth and infused various nutrient solutions into him in the form of intravenous drips.

There was no dignity as a [human being], no freedom of movement, and every three days there was a heart-rending pain - Phileos lived this life of not being able to survive and die, for three whole years.

At a time when his spirit was almost completely broken, someone broke this crazy cycle and came to the front of the leopard man boy and extended a warm hand to him.

The hands were big and warm, but there was blood in the palms. The owner of the two hands single-handedly wiped out the group that had abused the leopard boy, killing all the Egyptians in the base.

The owner of the two hands smashed the door of the cage with great force, and gently screwed the chains on the handcuffs and feet of the leopard man, and carried the weak boy out.

"Don't be afraid, my child. The man whispered to Philaeos, "From now on, you are free." "Who the hell is that man!?" Palamides couldn't wait to interrupt Philaeos' recollections.

"It's my daddy. Feleos spat out a sentence softly, with pride and gratitude in his tone: "Daddy Sphinx." Paramides felt, where did he seem to have heard the name?

"He's too—" The blue leopard man added slowly, "the richest man in Egypt, the big boss of the Cairo Casino...... and the leader of Egypt's largest mafia, the [Blood Lions]. His name is Sphinx Lyonrio. After hearing this, Palamides suddenly had a bad premonition. It turns out that the "daddy" in Philios' mouth is the gang boss?

"So," Paramides decided to finish his sentence anyway, "what did you just say? Because of what you've done, ......?" "Do you still have to bring this up after all?" Phileus scratched his head a little uneasily, poured a whole glass of wine into his stomach, and took the bottle and poured it again: "Yes." As you can see, I'm also a man in the underworld. Over the past few decades, I have worked under my father, killed people, sold drugs, stole and kidnapped, and done every bad thing. If my soul could be blackened, my soul would already be black, right?

I will tell you that in order to survive, it is a matter of course to do that. But that argument must be just an excuse, a prevarication to cover up one's sins. In fact, my life already belongs to Daddy Sphinx, and in order to help Daddy achieve hegemony, I have done it even in dirty and unjust. That's the kind of person I am, little Palamy. After hearing this, Paramides was stunned for a long time.

The Leopard Man Warrior took a sip of whiskey, and with a slight drunkenness, he mustered up the courage to say what he had been questioning all along: "...... Including, buy me, right?" Philaeos looked at Palamides stunned, his eyes flashing with a strange, distant glint "You're so smart, my brother. Palamides touched the bottom of the cup and smiled awkwardly: "The slot machines and keno lottery tickets in the casino are things that can control the odds. If the casino doesn't let the gambler win, the gambler will never win. Those two stinky boys couldn't have been so lucky, they only bought it once and hit the jackpot.

In other words, it was your casino that secretly manipulated and deliberately sent us money;

Also, I'm not bad at being vigilant, and the average thief can't steal money from me at all. The Egyptian thief who stole the money from my pocket must have been trained very professionally, and he must be one of the best in your gang, right?-

In order to arrange for you to meet me, you really put on a gorgeous show. In that moment, Philios's face changed. It was a mixture of surprise, admiration, and fear.

But his smile quickly overshadowed the complicated expression on his face, and he calmly admitted, "Yes, little Palamy." I didn't expect you to grow up to be so shrewd, I really can't hide anything from you, my good brother. "You've done so many tricks just to take me to your big boss, Daddy Sphinx, right?" Palamides looked at Philios with an almost questioning gaze, "And, what you just said—" "What I just said is true. Philaeos hurriedly interrupted, while subconsciously touching his neck: "Three hundred and fifty-seven times." During the three years that it was like hell, they skinned me three hundred and fifty-seven times. Even now, whenever I caress the scar on my neck, the pain of that time wells up. If Daddy Sphinx hadn't come to my rescue, I don't know what would have turned out. "Got it. Palamides sighed, "I'll go with you." Philaeos did not hear Palamedis clearly, and continued to persuade: "So, please, come with me...... Uh, what?" "I'll go with you to see that Sphynx daddy." Palamides repeated, "Although I don't like your tricks around the bush, that father is the one who saved my brother, that is, my benefactor. It's not that you want me to do anything harmful, and it's okay to meet him. "Little Palamie...... Phileus looked at Palamides and became cheerful: "Ahahahaha! Great! I knew you were going to say that! This is like my brother, little Palamis!" He put his arm around his brother: "Come on, drink! Drink to your heart's content! Tomorrow I will take you and the children to see the Sphinx Daddy, tonight we will eat and drink a lot, and we will not get drunk and go home!" "Oh, the children are going too?"

"Of course, Daddy will be happy to see them! Those two kittens are your sons, right! I can tell at a glance!" Phileus laughed and said, "They look the same as when their father was younger, skinny, but hairy!" "This ...... Is it a compliment?" said Palamides, depressed.

Moreover, Philaeos seems to have misunderstood one thing: the two young men who followed Palamides to the casino today, although Zhalfir was indeed the son of Palamides, Albert, who was traveling with him, was not.

What the hell is the big boss of the casino, the Sphynx daddy, thinking, and why does even the sons of Palamides want to see him?

...... Whatever. The other party didn't seem to have malicious intent, and Palamides was good enough to deal with any unexpected situation, even if they went to meet the gang boss, there was nothing to fear.

Palamides pondered, picked up a large roasted chicken leg from the table, and put it into his stomach with the spirits.