"What Hedong Hexi?"

The black tiger was a little inexplicable, he rarely came into contact with the undead, so he naturally didn't understand the meaning of these words.

Wang Teng at the door had already left, and the black tiger didn't bother to ask.

The inexplicable words said by such a low-level small character are not worth taking to heart.

He has bullied more than one small character, of course he knows that those people are unwilling and resentful of him, but so what?

He likes the way people hate him but can't do anything about it!

This will make him feel an inexplicable pleasure, which is even more refreshing than drinking a cold beer in the summer.

As for the retaliation of the other side?

Inexistent!

The targets of his bullying are all carefully selected, and they are basically the kind of people who are weak and timid.

Expecting that kind of person to retaliate is a big joke.

"Tsk, seven thousand in the account, you can be comfortable tonight!" The black tiger licked his lips, a hint of greed flashing across his face.

"I don't know it's dying until I die, most of the mercenaries are like this......"

Su Xia shook his head slightly, manipulated the nanobot to leave, and continued to follow Wang Teng.

For some reason, he felt that Wang Teng enjoyed the experience of being a little person, and seemed to enjoy it.

When he was bullied just now, Wang Teng's humiliated expression was too real.

At this moment, the humiliation on Wang Teng's face has not completely dissipated.

I saw him clutching his work card tightly, gritting his teeth, his chest rising and falling with anger, and without saying a word, he went to the place where the slaves were held.

There are more than 1,000 slaves in the Black Tiger Order, most of whom are working in their camps, and only a few are imprisoned in the basement of this bar, where many mercenaries are entertained and vented.

Wang Teng walked to the end of the corridor, pressed the elevator, entered it, and then snapped down on the last floor.

"Hum—"

The elevator door closed slowly, and Wang Teng was the only one in the elevator.

Only then did his clenched teeth loosen a little, and his face showed indignation, and he slammed his fist on the metal wall of the elevator, as if to vent the anger in his heart.

"It's so deceitful!" Wang Teng let out a low roar, and his sallow face turned red.

Leaving that room until now, he seems to have been holding a breath in his heart.

At this moment, when he was in the small elevator and he was alone, he dared to vent a little.

But soon, he seemed to realize something again, cautiously looked up at the surveillance in the corner of the elevator, and then hurriedly lowered his head, pretending that nothing had happened, and quietly waited for the elevator door to open, not daring to make any more movements or make any sound.

"Is he looking at his audience?" Su Xiahe glanced at the surveillance camera in the elevator and thought thoughtfully.

Wang Teng's appearance is a bit like histrionic personality disorder, but it doesn't quite fit some of the characteristics of this condition.

Soon, with a "ding", the elevator door slowly opened.

Outside the door, in the deepest part of the bar, was where many slaves were held.

There was not much decoration at all in this underground space, the lights were dim, the air was filthy and filthy, and there were many watch cells, each of which contained a few unkempt slaves.

Most of these slaves had not been cleaned in a long time, and they were all dirty and stinking.

Other slaves were covered in scars, pus flowing from rotting wounds, and a foul stench that smelled like dead rats in summer.

Therefore, feeding these slaves was a very hard job.

Most mercenaries can't stand the stench, and just a few minutes here will cause them to experience extremely uncomfortable nausea and nausea.

"In the future, I will only be able to survive in this dark and sad corner."

Wang Teng stepped out of the elevator, the expression on his face changed, anger and unwillingness decreased a lot, followed by a complicated look that even Su Xia couldn't understand.

He seemed to think of something from the past, and sighed in a low voice, as if he was lamenting his own life.

"If it comes, it will be safe, and it can only be like this for the time being."

Wang Teng's expression was a little strange, and he muttered to himself in a low voice.

In this underground prison, there are several mercenaries like him, who have been sent here to feed many slaves.

Their status is already too low to be lower, they are the lowest level of mercenaries, perhaps because they feel that they have no hope of rising, and several of them have accepted the reality that they can only take pleasure in bullying slaves who are lower than their status every day.

"It's time to eat!"

"Don't sleep, eat!"

Bang Bang Bang!

At breakfast time, the mercenaries carried large filthy iron buckets, one bucket per person, and walked towards the many imprisoned slaves.

I don't know what the contents of the bucket were, it was grayish paste, some sticky, and some disgusting, not at all like food that humans could eat.

Carrying large iron buckets in one hand and worn-out iron spoons in the other, they struck on the doors of the slaves' cells one after another, like pigs, and woke most of the slaves who were still asleep.

The state of the slaves is not the same, some still have hope for life, and some are numb, and there is no light in their eyes.

Therefore, after the sound of beating, some of the slaves hurriedly got up from the prison and handed their broken bowls to the door, some even with flattering smiles on their faces.

"A few big brothers, can you give more?"

No matter how difficult the situation is, no matter how unpalatable the food is, as long as you keep alive, there will always be hope.

They don't want to die, they can survive one day at a time.

Several mercenaries just sneered at the voices of the slaves to please them, and the amount of food they gave depended on their respective moods.

"No, let's eat!"

One of the mercenaries smiled grimly, pulled out a large spoonful of sticky food from the bucket, and slammed it up!

There was only a whirl, and all the food in the iron spoon flew out in a parabola, not landing in the slave's bowl at all, but drenching the slave himself.

"Hiss......"

The heat of the food made the slave tremble, and his face was distorted in pain.

But he didn't dare to say anything, not even the sound of pain too loudly, so he could only take the broken bowl and hurriedly scrape off the hot food that stuck to his body.

During this time, he still suppressed the pain and squeezed out a flattering smile at the mercenary.

"Thank you, thank you big brother for the food."

"Yo, I know how to be grateful, you're a nice boy, I'll reward you with another spoonful!"

The mercenary sneered, stirred the bucket with a large iron spoon, and made another spoonful full of food, and then slammed it out.

The slave in the cell had no time to dodge, and was splashed with hot food, which made him tremble all over, sweat on his forehead, and his body was almost spasmed.

But he just gritted his teeth, desperately endured, tried not to make any painful sounds, and then squeezed out an even more painful smile.

"Thank you, thank you big brother for the food."

"Well, yes, I'll give you more kid tomorrow."

With a wave of his spoon, the mercenary threw out the last scrap of food from the large iron spoon and threw it onto the floor of the cell.

Seeing this, the slave in the cell hurriedly pounced, scraped carefully on the floor of the cell with a fragment of a clay bowl, and collected the food with great preciousness, not daring to waste a little.

For people who want to survive, in such a place, any little waste of food is shameful.

They have no choice but to do so.

The same scene took place in the rest of the cells in this underground space.

One of the mercenaries in charge of distributing food didn't seem to have the heart to play, and there was not much expression on his face, carrying a large iron bucket through one cell after another, and dumping the food directly on the ground.

Another mercenary was more playful, and he even made the slaves in the cell kneel down one by one, kneel in front of him, like dogs, and wait for the food to come.

"Yes, that's it, come one by one, whoever behaves well, grandpa will give him more food!"

The mercenary smiled cruelly, and waved the big iron spoon in his hand vigorously, constantly knocking on the iron doors of each cell, and the sound was a little harsh.

Feeding these slaves was indeed hard work that the vast majority of mercenaries were unwilling to do.

But they have already come after all, and they can only use this method to make fun of their suffering.

After all, human happiness is based on human suffering.

Soon, they noticed Wang Teng.

"Huh? The new brother? ”

"I remember you, you were sweeping the floor with me before!"

"What did you do?"

"Look at your uncomfortable face, you just got bullied by that dog thing that knocked on the bones and sucked the marrow of the black tiger, right?"

"Don't worry, just say anything, the monitoring here is in our own hands, we can delete it at any time, don't be afraid of the dog thing above!"

Here, there are actually people who know Wang Teng's identity, and they seem to be his former friends of this identity.

They had all experienced the oppression of the black tiger, and just by seeing Wang Teng's face, they understood what he had just experienced.

Seeing this scene, Su Xia couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

No wonder these people are relegated here.

Mouth-open, that's one of their biggest problems.

They didn't think about it...... What if Wang Teng was sent by the Black Tiger to spy on them, and would report their words and deeds to the Black Tiger at any time?

It's not easy for this dim sum machine to survive until now.

At the elevator entrance, I saw Wang Teng gritting his teeth, as if to integrate into the environment here, and said viciously: "Brothers, that black tiger is really not a thing!" ”

"Yes, good scolding!"

"If you want to scold, scold it, don't hold it back!"

"It's still a long time in the future, it's no problem to change the method of scolding every day!"

Several mercenaries spoke one after another, and a hearty smile appeared on their faces, and they quickly accepted Wang Teng.

It seems that here, as long as you are willing to scold the black tiger, you can become brothers.

After more than ten minutes, Wang Teng mingled with a few mercenaries here, and he seemed to be more accustomed to living with these little people.

Those mercenaries just regarded Wang Teng as a pitiful worm who had just been demoted like them.

If they knew Wang Teng's true identity, I don't know what they would think.

……

At the same time, outside the town.

Su Xia, who had been sitting on a big tree, finally moved!

He looked in the direction of the town with a deep gaze, and then leaped as if his body had no weight, and jumped lightly onto the jungle floor, not even a single dead leaf was broken.

Several groups of nanobots had been summoned by him, like invisible streams of water, slowly covering his entire body.

[The function of being invisible to the current environment has been activated......]

Soon, Su Xia became invisible, as if she had disappeared directly in place.

"The trial will be tomorrow evening, and there are less than thirty-six hours left." Su Xia thought in his heart, "In the next little time, there may not be any breakthroughs, so I can only think of a way from Wang Teng." ”

Set Wang Teng's words!

This matter, although it was difficult, Su Xia still had to try it.

After turning on the invisibility, he began to move slowly, following the direction of the wind, trying not to let his movements bring too much obvious air movement.

Half an hour later, Susha entered the town and managed to infiltrate the bar owned by the Tiger Order.

How to approach Wang Teng is a troublesome problem.

Su Xia patiently entered the last layer of the slave through an escape passage, and then hung upside down on top of this level, like a large bat, without releasing the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy.

"I can only follow the old way and change my identity."

He carefully observed the mercenaries, analyzed their behavior, and firmly remembered their mantras, micro-expressions, subconscious movements, and so on.

Combined with the character descriptions given by the system, Su Xia can basically achieve close to 90% realism imitation.

After another half an hour, Su Xia selected a mercenary.

[Qiao Tu: Male, 33 years old, member of the Tiger Mercenary Organization]

[No psionic power, weak combat ability, originally the administrator of a certain food warehouse of the organization]

[Two months ago, due to a mistake in igniting a bunch of food supplies, he was stripped of his status as a storekeeper, demoted, and came here to be responsible for feeding slaves]

【……】

This man was the least talkative of the mercenaries.

And he didn't have a deep relationship with the other people, and he didn't know them before.

He seemed to be hoping to get out of here, and had been wanting to get back to his storekeeper's seat, so he had relatively little communication with the rest of the group.

Such a person, even if he is replaced by Su Xia, it is difficult for the other people to find the problem in a short time.

"That's him!"

Su Xia's gaze was focused, and he moved slowly, approaching Qiao Tu, waiting for the opportunity.

It didn't take long for the opportunity to come.

I saw Qiao Tu yawning, looking bored, rubbing his stomach, getting up from his seat, and going to the bathroom in the corner of this underground space without hurry.

Su Xia was like a ghost, sticking behind him, slowly floating without making any sound.

Qiao Tu walked to the door of the bathroom, stretched out his hand and unscrewed the bathroom door, and then walked in slowly.

"Click!"

The bathroom door is closed, temporarily cut off from the outside space.

At this moment, Su Xia's gaze suddenly turned cold, and when he raised his hand, it was a potion, which gently flicked on Qiao Tu's neck.

The needle of this medicine is very special, and when it is pricked, ordinary people hardly feel anything.

Qiao Tu's perception is a little sharper than that of ordinary people, but it is also limited, and he just scratched his neck subconsciously.

"Strange, where did the mosquitoes come from......"

(End of chapter)