Divine Tribulation of the Star Civilization - Chapter Extra 60. Stranger (8)

[Extra 60. Stranger (8)]

Fandel knew very well in his heart that since they did this in broad daylight, it was absolutely impossible to escape or cover up.

And in that case, the nature of the matter would completely change.

The men from the Xuan Gang would arrive soon after seeing the signal, but Fandel was confident that the other party would not dare to do anything to him. Even if the leader of the Xuan Gang comes, I’m afraid he will have to turn a big deal into a trivial matter for his sake. Given his status, killing a few gang members was not a big deal at all.

But if he leaves, Li Renxuan can easily find an excuse to accuse him of torturing and killing his gang members, and then naturally take revenge on the Rothschild family. Then this matter may very well turn into the trigger for a protracted war in the future.

At that time, it would be even worse for either party.

In addition, Fandel had an ulterior motive for informing the old man Haolo, just to put a safety lock on himself. Because their family also has a powerful backer, the most mysterious figure in the Hidden Sand Castle – the Scarlet War Witch.

This person’s status in Hidden Sand Castle is extraordinary. More than ten years ago, the two elders Xuan Ming were able to defeat the previous ruler and seize control of Hidden Sand Castle in the melee of heroes, even with the tacit approval of this mysterious boss. It just happened.

It is said that the Rothschild family was lucky enough to get to know this big boss because of their ancestral relationship, so it was thanks to him that they were able to prosper here.

The Scarlet War Witch is actually the real master of Hidden Sand Castle, but he rarely shows up in front of others. With him in charge, gangs large and small near and far are quite afraid.

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the same moment, in the southeast corner of Hidden Sand Castle.

Overlooking the lonely rock wall, several winding streets form a huge square with an irregular shape.

At this time, various vendors were shouting, bargaining, whispering, laughing and cursing on the streets. Hundreds of people crowded in various places on the street, joining hands to form a cloud. Several tall furnaces were erected on both sides of the dilapidated streets, with red flames reaching into the sky. Several high platforms were set up on both sides of the square, and celebrations were taking place as warmly as a furnace.

This is a trading event held only once a quarter in Hidden Sand Castle. There is only one object of transaction, and that is – people.

In other words, slaves.

There were also people crowding under the high platform. The smell of bad wine and giant hemp grass mixed together, and the atmosphere of life was strong. Here, human desires are like hormones in the air, flowing freely without money. Countless people stared at the stage eagerly, like a pack of hungry wolves seeing a lamb.

Among them are civilians watching the show, fat farmers, Madams of Jiguan, housekeepers of mysterious families, blacksmith shop owners, machine shop owners, opportunistic businessmen, or habitual thieves… from all walks of life, and of all kinds. .

Thugs armed with whips would bring in new people from the steps from time to time.

These people wear iron chains around their necks, marking their identities like animals. Under the constant “requests” of their temporary owners, they perform various postures and work hard to show off their bodies and unique aspects.

The slave traders stood on the high platforms respectively, waving their arms excitedly and stamping their feet so hard that the high platforms built with wooden piles trembled slightly. They pointed to the crowd in the audience and shouted the price quoted by each customer. The maid next to her was dressed coolly and stretched out her jade arms to sprinkle colorful powder, which greatly enhanced the intensity of the bidding in the crowd.

There were cheers, curses, and roars of regret, rising in waves.

Finally, the sound stopped abruptly when the chain around the slave’s neck was thrown to the ground. At this time, each successful buyer rushed forward excitedly and picked up his or her own share of glory in full view of the public.

Whenever a new slave was brought to the high platform, various sounds would erupt from the crowd, forming a wave of stunning screams or boos. Then, a new round of bidding began again, and the slave trading scene became extremely hot again.

⒏ｂｏｏK． Not

far away, at the other end of the street, the noise in the crowd suddenly became quieter.

I saw a team wearing black leather armor walking slowly. Each black leather armor had a unified logo. At the head of the team, several men with big clubs and axes showed their weapons and drove the crowd away, easily clearing a path through the crowd.

The procession is surrounded by a man riding a tall red horse.

This person is wearing a heavy metal coat. Two shoulder straps covered with copper rivets extend from the back to the front of the body to the chest, and then intersect through the huge metal rings to form an X shape. The whole body is transparent. With an extremely proud momentum.

There were only about a dozen people in the entire black leather armored team, and this person stood out among them.

In the commotion, when the crowd behind saw this team, they all naturally looked at the cold face with a scar on the horse’s face, and then immediately retreated consciously, as frightened as if they had seen the god of plague.

The black leather armored team continued to march, even when they came to the slave platform, they did not stop for a moment.

The slave owner saw the movement early in the morning and immediately stopped shouting wildly, while the patrons in the audience turned their heads and avoided them in unison. The gathering crowd immediately made way for a passage, leaving no trace like water flowing over rocks.

This scene seems to once again confirm that this team is extraordinary.

It wasn’t until after the team left that the crowd gathered again, and the wonderful slave trade continued with a great crowd, as if it had never happened.

Next to a huge collapsed building covered with soil and growing countless twisted plants, there was a small courtyard.

There are six or seven houses built with gray stone and mortar in the courtyard. The appearance of these houses is earthy yellow, and they look like they have grown out of the ground, almost blending in with the surrounding scenery.

A hall in the middle of the group of houses is magnificent and well-built. The main body of the building is composed of granite and sandstone, and the exterior is painted in several bright red colors, in sharp contrast to the surrounding slums.

The last five modified trucks trembled and drove out of the big iron gate one after another like wild beasts.

There were only ragged people left in the huge courtyard. These people were immediately put on ropes and strung together. Under the eyes of countless slave owners and the crack of whips, they were forced to raise their heads and were picked like animals.

Here, large numbers of slaves were chained and branded for selection by slave traders.

There was an endless stream of clanging knocking sounds, and each sound represented that a numbered and locked slave was about to be taken away for trading.

The headquarters of the Hidden Sand Gang is located here.

The red-hot iron sizzles, just like the local customs that are also hot and unrestrained. The blazing sunshine hanging high above our heads seemed to have steamed away all the tragic memories of this place.

“It’s the last batch, hurry up and call it a day!”

A rough voice echoed throughout the hall.

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