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At night, somewhere in the middle of nowhere on the River Thames in London.

A small, half-worn steamer was close to the river, and five or six strong men lifted the good-looking women out of the cars on the shore and put them into the cabin of the small steamer.

They are a London-based heibang organization that specializes in profiteering through human smuggling.

Eight years after the end of the First World War, although the United States suddenly emerged, Britain was still the world's largest colonial power, and its international status was still strong.

Therefore, women in London, the capital of the United Kingdom, are naturally extra valuable in some small countries.

Every country has the poor, and every country has the rich. They were looking for good-looking women from the slums of London. They are deceived and kidnapped in various ways, and then smuggled and sold to those rich people in small countries to satisfy the perverted preferences of those rich people.

And the disappearance of women in the slums is not too concerned by the general government.

"Go faster!"

Standing on the shore, a well-dressed young man in a suit and tie commanded the strong men while smoking a cigarette.

He is one of the leaders of the organization and the person responsible for the deal.

A big fat man in his forties standing next to him said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of the people, it's safe here."

However, as soon as his words fell, the two street lights by the river suddenly went out, and only the car lights on the bank were still on, but there were no street lights, and the light was obviously much worse.

"Bad luck!"

The man in the suit complained when he saw this, but he didn't take it too seriously, he just thought that the street lamp was broken.

And the fat man next to him was obviously much more vigilant than him, and the moment the street lights went out, he turned his head and looked around.

"Someone's coming, be careful!"

Soon, the fat man noticed a figure rushing towards him from a distance at a great speed.

He tried to draw his gun and shoot, but the figure was so fast that he was halfway through the gun before he was knocked unconscious by a close-range punch.

Similarly, the man in the suit and the few strong men who were still resisting the women were just stunned for a moment, and before they could react to what was going on, they were immediately followed by the figures and put them down one by one.

"Luckily, not long after I came out, I found a good practice partner."

Looking at the few people on the ground, Li Chuan had a satisfied smile on his face.

He moved from Diagon Alley, a bustling wizard hangout, back to the remote Forlì family manor, just so that he could secretly capture a few ordinary people as objects for magic practice.

Practice brings true knowledge, and a lot of magic that acts on people, if it only relies on theoretical practice and has no practice object, then the learning efficiency is naturally low.

Many of those powerful black magic were invented by dark wizards when they were conducting cruel magical experiments on ordinary humans.

However, this kind of behavior will definitely not be approved by the Ministry of Magic, and once the Aurors find out, then he will immediately be wanted by the Ministry of Magic and become one of those dark wizards who are hiding everywhere.

So he chose to go back to a more remote manor, and then use physical skills instead of magic when capturing ordinary people, so that no traces of magic would be traced.

And he chooses some scum that can be used to shoot, and when he doesn't need it later, he can directly kill and bury it in the garden as fertilizer.

"It's your luck to run into me, too."

Holding the sack to pack the scum of these smugglers and temporarily put them in a small cloth bag, Li Chuan thought for a while, took out the golden mask from the mission space, and walked to the cabin by the river.

The women in the cabin were all with their hands tied, their mouths gagged, their eyes covered, and their bodies covered in bruises that were clearly beaten.

At this time, they were all trembling and huddled together, and they did not dare to make any sound, for fear of being beaten and abused.

Raising his hand to take off the women's blindfolds and untie their ropes, Li Chuan looked at them at a loss but still didn't dare to move, and said softly:

"Okay, you're saved, those bad guys have been driven away by me, there's a car on the shore outside, you should hurry home!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for the women to react, he left the cabin directly, and a few jumps disappeared.

Arresting people for experiments is the main purpose of this out, saving people is just a convenience, he can't send these women home one by one, and he doesn't need their gratitude.

Because that doesn't add any value to his strength.

However, those women who were rescued did not think so, and in the rest of their lives, these women may think of the mysterious man who wore a golden mask and saved them from hell like a god.

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Returning to the clean manor that had been cleaned up by Barry's magic, and coming to the basement floor, Li Chuan released several people in the cloth bag, and then tied them one by one to the cross that had been prepared during the day.

"Barrie, come here!"

"Master, what do you command?"

The house-elf Barry instantly appeared in front of Li Chuan's eyes.

Li Chuan pointed to the eight people tied to the cross and said:

"These Muggles are all bad people who do all kinds of evil, and I brought them back as the object of magical practice, and you can take care of them a little, as long as they don't starve and die of thirst."

House-elves are the most loyal existence, even if the owner is a dark wizard, a pure villain, and abuses them every day, they will still be wholeheartedly loyal.

Even an outlier like Dobby, who yearns for freedom, is often abused at the Malfoy family, and will not tell the Malfoy family's secrets when he is not returned to his freedom.

So Li Chuan was not worried that Barry would betray him and complained to the Ministry of Magic.

"Yes, my master, I'll take care of these lowly Muggles."

Barry nodded respectfully, and then looked at the ordinary people who were tied to the cross with some disgust.

House-elves are generally in ancient pure-blood families, so they share the same thinking as most pure-blood wizards, and they are naturally very contemptuous of Muggles without wizard blood, and Barry is not surprised.

Li Chuan didn't care about this.

The contradictions between wizards and Muggles, between pure-bloods and half-bloods, none of these had anything to do with him, they were all the same in his eyes.

The next day, after breakfast, he began his routine magic practice again, only this time in the basement.

"Fra Dimension!"

"Divided!"

"Heal fast!"

"It's not going to stop!"

"It's all petrified!"

"Legs stiffen and die!"

One spell after another flew out of Li Chuan's wand and threw it on the terrified gangsters, their bodies turning into animals one moment, bleeding blood one moment, and healing the other.

And through the effect of the spell, Li Chuan is also constantly adjusting his posture and the speed of reciting the spell to ensure that the effect of the magic reaches the most satisfactory level.

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