The staff member of the Underground Club was shrouded in a gray-black cloak and wore a well-designed black mask, which was somewhat different from Fang Mu's, with a red star on it to show his status as a staff member rather than a member of the club.

I can't see my face, and the secrecy measures of the secret underground club are still very perfect.

"Please come with me, what a coincidence that you came, this batch of people just arrived, and you were the first to pick it."

The staff suddenly understood, and explained in a low voice to the other pastor.

Naturally, there are not many people who know about the special rooms in the slave market, and the vast majority of them are old customers with very old qualifications, as well as big people from all walks of life, and the quality of slaves here is even better...... In every sense of the word.

Of course, the price will be more expensive.

Entering a heavily guarded secret cell at the Darkheart Club, the Masked Man backhanded the door shut and turned on the room's lights.

There were also sentries in the compartments to guard the slaves, so that they would not think of some way to escape from prison or commit suicide in a state of emotion, which would have cost the club a lot of money.

"There are so many people in your territory, why do you want to buy slaves here? Besides, I originally thought that you would gain an entourage during your adventure, but I didn't expect to buy it directly with money, why are you so scummy, you don't look like a noble demon at all......"

Lestie said.

"There are never too many people, how do you get an entourage on the way to adventure? With my superhuman charm? In that case, they would have been impressed by my handsome appearance, but it would have been too inefficient. ”

Hearing Fang Mu's unashamed words, Lestie secretly made a vomiting expression.

When did this person become so sassy?

It has been proven that being a lord can effectively increase the thickness of your skin, so it is recommended that you learn it as well.

As soon as the lights came on, Fang Mu saw five solid wood chairs surrounded by a circle of guards, and outsiders bound by ropes and shackled on them.

There were five men in total, three men and two women, a little boy with silver hair and blue eyes, a silent and lost decadent man, an old and sturdy sailor with white hair, a female orc with obvious cheetah characteristics, and a fair-skinned female elf with pointed ears.

Aware of Fang Mu's scrutiny, their eyes and expressions were dull and numb, and they had completely accepted all the arrangements that fate had arranged for them.

Raising his eyebrows, Fang Mu's expression was a little surprised, but his own luck was only mediocre, it was impossible to always stage an antique drama like picking up Honghuang treasures from the stalls, and the batch in front of him only had their own characteristics, and their strength was significantly higher than the average.

It is far from reaching the level of a certain princess being captured as a slave, or a descendant of an ancient family, or the daughter of an invincible god of war.

Seeing Fang Mu's gaze resting on the white face of an elf woman, the masked man said:

"Forgive me, this group of women is a little more expensive than men."

"If it's a female buyer, you'll change it to a guy who buys it, right?"

The masked man was silent for a long time, and weakly retorted.

"Not necessarily...... According to our statistics, female buyers have a higher expectation of buying than male buyers. ”

Fang Mu was silent, the average level of the group of slaves in front of him had reached level twenty, which was almost equivalent to the minimum requirement of a gold-level adventurer, which could indeed be said to be a fighter among slaves.

Come on, gold shines wherever it is!

Fang Mu turned to the masked man, his left hand was clenched, his eyes were sharp and looking at each other, his sinful lips touched up and down, and he said something very crazy.

"I want them all."

The masked man was intimidated by Fang Mu's momentum, and couldn't help but take a step back, and at the same time, Lestie's shocked inquiry also entered his mind through the transmission.

"How much money did you steal from the territory on this trip!?"

"Ah, the lord's business, how can it be called stealing, that's called taking."

It was really a rare big business in front of him, immediately, the mask man counted the total price of everyone, and then reported a big figure of twenty-two gold for Fang Mu, after counting the money, he immediately took out a black card for Fang Mu.

"Item Name: Ebony Card

Item Type: Props

Quality: Rare

Description: A membership card issued within the Dark Heart Club to show the identity of a large customer, and holding this card may receive a certain discount when spending in the club.

Function: Used to show the status of VIP of the Dark Heart Club, and at the same time get some invisible benefits. ”

The contract of slavery was signed, and many of the restrictions imposed on slaves were lifted.

Fang Mu felt a very strange feeling, as if the outer wall of their brain had become a layer of one-way frosted glass, he himself could easily see the thoughts of the slaves, and he could pass through thousands of mountains and rivers to transmit their voices to them anytime and anywhere, but the other party could not do this to Fang Mu in reverse.

This is a completely unequal treaty, but people are under the roof and have to bow their heads.

Walking out of the secret cubicle, the club members outside saw Fang Mu carrying such a column of people behind him, and they all whispered in surprise, guessing which well-known big man the person in front of them was.

Being able to buy so much at once shows the financial resources, not to mention that this is still the working capital used.

After completing this transaction, Fang Mu left the club with a few people, and after a day of rest in the house he had just bought, he embarked on the return trip.

On the way back, Fang Mu deliberately chose to travel by carriage, after all, Wenlan City has convenient transportation, not as desolate as the withered leaf forest, but the carriage can only send the group to the Roubo River, and the rest of the road still has to be walked by everyone.

"Master, where are we going?"

The silver-haired boy spoke cautiously, and the decadent man at the end of the line suddenly became nervous at this moment.

"Don't worry, don't go out of the Vivian Kingdom, I am the lord of a dungeon force, and the power is in the withered leaf forest, you should be careful not to leak the information that I am the lord of the dungeon."

As Fang Mu finished saying this, everyone suddenly felt a mysterious fluctuation enveloping them, as if their bodies would be forcibly taken over by Fang Mu a moment before the whistleblower.

There was nothing to say all the way, and under the influence of the oppressive atmosphere, Lesti only communicated with Fang Mu by means of sound transmission on the road.

"I have some mineral resources in my territory, and I will mine ten tons of pyroxene for me, and after two years, I will restore your civilian status for you."

On the way, Fang Mu said suddenly.

And this sentence is like throwing a stone on the calm surface of the lake, and the ripples ripple the lake, and the originally dull atmosphere suddenly becomes a little lively.