Scorpion Gate.

A group of Jianghu forces in Xinzheng, the royal capital of South Korea, are doing gambling and goulan business on the surface, but secretly they are engaged in slave trading, as for the origin of these slaves...... There are too many people who can't afford to eat these days, and selling children has become the norm, after all, in troubled times, the least valuable thing is human life.

The poisonous scorpion, the master of the poisonous scorpion gate, took refuge in Ji Wuye a few years ago and became the other party's dogleg, relying on the other party's power to do whatever he wanted in Xinzheng.

Of course, this freewheeling is limited to ordinary people.

The Scorpion Gate is located in the western district of Xinzheng, surrounded by old buildings, dirty roads, no soldiers patrolling, belonging to the most chaotic area of the entire royal capital, especially at night, it is a paradise for criminals, and civilians dare not set foot here at night.

Its territory is not small, it occupies a neighborhood with a good view, and the interior is full of prisons, in which slaves are held one after another.

Many of these slaves had been tortured to the point of being inhuman.

Missing arms and legs, and some are even distorted, indescribably infiltrating.

"Smack"

In several iron basins supported by tripods, the firewood made a few crunching sounds from time to time, and the light emitted by the flames illuminated the faces that resembled evil spirits, and their eyes were heart-wrenching, because those eyes were lifeless, numb, as if they had lost their souls.

At the end of the street is the lair of the Scorpion Gate, where the slaves held are carefully selected and valuable.

Now.

The poisonous scorpion was playing with a dagger, and its eyes like eagle eyes were staring at a young man with a naked upper body, and sneered: "Boy, don't say that Lao Tzu didn't remind you, none of the people who came to me could get out alive.

As he spoke, his eyes surveyed the young man's whip-scarred body, as if considering where to get the knife.

The young man had apparently fainted from the torture, his head drooping, his eyes blank, and he seemed to have no strength to answer.

"Boss, this kid doesn't seem to be able to do it, do you want to give him some cruelty?"

A skinny monkey beside the poisonous scorpion leaned in and suggested.

The poisonous scorpion door is named after the word poisonous scorpion, how can you not know the way to use poison, like the other party, only need to come to some fierce poison, which is enough to stimulate him to "live", such means, there are many in the door, and there are even many poisons that can make people worse than death.

"The Seven Peerless Halls are all hard bones, and it's really hard to gnaw on!"

The poisonous scorpion spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, scolded, then frowned, and said with some distress: "Give it some "drunk life and dream death", Lao Tzu doesn't believe he can hold it!"

"Boss, I'll do things, don't worry, I'll definitely let him spit out everything he knows."

The thin monkey rubbed his hands and said flatteringly.

"It's very lively~"

Suddenly, a lazy voice sounded in the room, which instantly made the body of the scorpion sect disciple in the room tense, vigilantly pulled out the long knife at his waist, looked at the direction where the voice came, and saw an evil man dressed in a black power suit and combing his big back appeared by the fire at some point, and was leisurely baking his hands.

The moment the poisonous scorpion saw the other party, he raised his hand to signal the disciples in the sect to put down the weapons in their hands, and a flattering smile appeared on his face: "How can the commander of the ink crow have time to come to the villain, but what are the general's orders?"

As he spoke, he leaned in, his eyes glinting.

Over the years, whenever the ink crow comes in person, there is a big job, and a big job means a big harvest.

"The general can't come without an order?"

Mo Crow glanced at the other party and said lightly.

The poisonous scorpion laughed dryly, and said embarrassedly, "How come, it's the honor of the villain to be here, but the villain is really a bit chaotic here, and there is no place to entertain."

"It's a bit of a mess indeed."

The crow looked around, smiled, then looked at the poisonous scorpion, and said, "You guessed right, the general has a task for you."

Scorpions

Zi hurriedly leaned his ear up.

"Ninth Prince Han Fei has been investigating the matter of Baiyue for some time, what does the general ......mean?"

The crow looked indifferent, and his hand gently ran over his neck.

When the poisonous scorpion saw this scene, he was immediately shocked, and couldn't help but ask, "Han Fei is the heir of the king after all, this is ......?"

He was a little hesitant, worried that the matter would be too big and that he would not be able to end it in the end.

Mo Crow said calmly: "What are you afraid of, the king is not only Han Fei's heir, not to mention, in Korea, no one can offend the general and be safe and sound, this opportunity, if you don't want it, I can give it to others, there is no shortage of poisonous scorpion doors at night."

"The villain understands, and the villain will definitely do a good job in this matter!"

When the poisonous scorpion heard this, where did he dare to hesitate and respond directly, because this was the price of taking refuge in Ji Wuye, and he could rely on Ji Wuye's power to do whatever he wanted in Xinzheng on weekdays, but when they encountered something, they also had no way to refuse, because the end of refusal was death.

The ink crow nodded, glanced at the young man who was being tortured in the distance, turned around and disappeared into the doorway.

「…… ."

The poisonous scorpion couldn't help but clench his fists when he saw the ink crow go away, a touch of unwillingness and resentment flashed in his eyes, and he scolded in a low voice.

He knew that he had no choice, so he could only hope that afterwards, Ji Wuye's side would not treat them as outcasts.

However, with Ji Wuye's temperament, he shouldn't treat them as outcasts.

Under the moonlight.

On the top of the tall building not far from the scorpion gate, the figure of the ink crow slowly fell, standing beside a young man in white, pinching his nose with some disgust, pouting and saying, "The smell here is still so bad, it stinks terrible."

"There are so many dead people here, and there are corpses and slaves everywhere, so it doesn't smell good."

Bai Feng looked down on the bright station in the distance, where the light was so bright in the dark night, but what happened inside was terrifyingly dark.

"If nothing else, this place won't be used in the future."

The crow narrowed his eyes and whispered.

Bai Feng frowned, looked at the ink crow puzzled, and said, "The general wants to give it up?"

The ink crow shrugged his shoulders, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said playfully, "The general didn't say that, but since the poisonous scorpion has taken over the mission, he will become a decoy next, hoping that he can attract good prey."

"You hate him?"

Bai Feng stared at the ink crow with clear eyes, quite surprised by this matter.

"That's not it, it's just that this matter needs a bait after all, so we can't let our own people come."

Mo Crow's tone was flat, his eyes revealed a trace of coldness, he was never a soft-hearted person, he could be regarded as a confidant by Ji Wuye, if he didn't have a ruthless heart, how could he sit firmly in the position of commander and command a hundred birds.

Bai Feng hesitated for a moment and said, "I thought you had a good relationship with him."

"People like us, where is the so-called friendship."

The crow looked up at the crescent moon in the sky and sighed softly.

"Isn't there anything between you and me?"

Bai Feng wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't ask, because Mo Crow had taught him one thing since he was a child, as a killer, he must hide his emotions, if he can't even hide his emotions well, then this killer is not far from death, so he knows that once he asks like this, he will inevitably be laughed at.

He was silent, with a cold and delicate face.