Chapter 483: Too Terrible
Qiao Tu's body slowly fell down.
He didn't know how he died.
In fact, half a minute ago, his life was still alive, and he just felt a mosquito bite on his neck.
Half a minute later, the toxicity of the drug took his life, ending his sinful life.
Su Xia appeared with a cold look in his eyes. He raised his hand and put Qiao Tu's body into his own space.
"It's my turn..."
He took out the blood-red crystal prop, slowly pressed it against his forehead, and began to change his appearance.
Disguising one's identity is a common thing for him.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door slowly opened.
Su Xia walked out with Qiao Tu's appearance, walking slowly, looking lazy, with his chin slightly raised, as if he thought this place was not worthy of his status.
On both sides, the slaves in the numerous cells, when they saw him, either smiled humbly and flatteringly or showed expressions of disgust.
Obviously, these slaves could not see through Su Xia's disguise.
They thought they saw the same mercenary Qiao Tu.
As he walked along, Su Xia heard many voices, some praising and some hating.
Soon, he returned to the rest area of several mercenaries.
Their job is to feed the slaves. After feeding them every day, there is nothing else to do and they can only slowly get through the rest of the time.
Those mercenaries were lazily lying on their chairs, without even raising their eyelids, without even looking at Su Xia, and never thought about the possibility that Qiao Tu would be replaced.
"Tsk, life..."
One of the mercenaries suddenly sighed, as if he was really bored, and stretched out in a chair.
In this kind of life, there is no future and no prospects.
Repeating the same work every day is extremely boring, the salary is pitifully low, and the status is even worse.
This reminded Su Xia of the days when she worked in an electronics factory during the summer vacation.
Of course, life here is much more comfortable than in the electronics factory.
At least it's freer here than in the electronics factory.
On the side, several other mercenaries were communicating with Wang Teng, and one of them was already familiar with Wang Teng in his current identity.
"Brother Wu, once you come here, it will be difficult to go up again. You must be mentally prepared." The mercenary shook his head and sighed.
Wang Teng’s current surname is Wu and his given name is Wu Yong, which is the same name as a hero in Water Margin.
His past with this identity is quite consistent with the name, it is indeed useless.
In the past, Wu Yong was just an insignificant person within the Tiger Organization. He had almost no friends and no one understood him.
Now he has been replaced by Wang Teng, and no one knows how long he has been replaced, but no one has noticed anything unusual.
"I know, it's good to be here. I don't have to keep my head down every day." Wang Teng forced a smile, showing a look of unwillingness but having to accept his fate.
"Haha, I know you must be feeling uncomfortable. Just say it out loud. There's no need to hold it in. We're all family here." The mercenary patted him on the shoulder and consoled him with a smile.
"It's normal to feel uncomfortable. Look at Brother Qiao Tu. He's been here for two months and he still doesn't feel uncomfortable!"
A mercenary smiled and pointed at Su Xia who was walking towards him.
The original Qiao Tu was indeed unwilling to give up and always held on to the hope of leaving here.
Qiao Tu, who replaced Su Xia, naturally had a similar reaction.
He snorted lightly, raised his head slightly, and said, "If you don't move forward, you will fall behind. What's the point of staying here forever? In the eyes of others, those who are relegated here are all garbage and ants. Don't you want to climb up and talk to those people on an equal footing?"
"Hey, Brother Qiao has a new idea?" one of the mercenaries teased.
"It's a good idea to go against the current, but we brothers don't even have a boat, so we'd better go downstream honestly, otherwise we will be swept under the water if we are not careful, haha!"
"Well said, we don't even have a boat, what can we do?"
"Brother Qiao, how about you get us a boat?"
“…”
Several mercenaries laughed cheerfully, mocking Qiao Tu's idea.
In the darkest area at the bottom of this mercenary organization, playing badly seems to be the most sociable option. As long as you play badly, you can integrate into this group of mercenaries.
After all, there is no sunshine in such a place, only darkness and coldness. What is the point of talking about hard work and struggle?
Are you trying hard to show it to those lowly slaves?
It's ironic that most of the slaves locked in the cages still have hope of escaping, but the free people outside the cages are giving up.
The longer they stayed here, the more obvious it became that the mercenaries were going to give up.
Among them was a mercenary who had been here for nearly two years and had become a veteran. He lay in a rocking chair all day with his eyes slightly closed. Occasionally, he would open them, but there was only a cloud of mist in his eyes and he looked extremely lazy.
"I've been here for two years and have seen many people who were demoted. They were either killed in ambushes by slaves or went crazy. There are only a few of us left, and not a single one has regained their status." The lazy old mercenary said lightly.
"Killed by a sneak attack from slaves?" Wang Teng asked with a curious look.
"Hehe, yes, quite a few people were killed in ambushes!" another mercenary said.
"These slaves, even though they usually appear humble and respectful, don't let them find an opportunity. Once they find an opportunity, they will definitely kill you!"
"Brother Wu, you must remember this clearly!"
"Two weeks ago, a brother was accidentally grabbed by the head by a slave while he was feeding, and then..."
As he spoke, the mercenary had an exaggerated expression, raised his hands, and made a gesture of twisting something.
"His head was twisted off alive!"
"ah?"
Wang Teng cooperated and screamed, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Then, he couldn't help but ask: "Those slaves don't have enough food to eat, how can they still have the strength to twist their heads off?"
"Brother Wu, don't underestimate the potential of the human body."
"Even if they can't twist it off, they still have teeth and nails. They can bite off your ears, poke your eyes out, and turn you into a cripple..."
Several mercenaries seemed to enjoy seeing the surprised expression on Wang Teng's face and kept talking about what had happened before.
Hatred is truly one of the most powerful forces in the world.
Never underestimate the madness of those slaves.
Even if their heads cannot be twisted, even if their teeth and nails are pulled out, there are still slaves who can think of ways to kill and resist.
"Three months ago, a brother was careless and opened the cell, and was killed by a slave who had no teeth or nails."
"Huh? Not even teeth and nails?"
There was more surprise on Wang Teng's face, and his expression was very real, without any disguise at all.
Su Xia was also there, listening attentively.
He also wanted to know, how could a captive slave, without even teeth or nails, fight back against a powerful mercenary?
Next, the oldest mercenary said, "That slave was a ruthless man. He broke his left arm, leaving only the bone. He then used his right hand to hold the broken arm and stabbed it into the brother's neck, piercing him right through. Tsk tsk... the bleeding couldn't be stopped."
"So, he killed the person with his own arm bone?" Wang Teng asked in surprise.
"That's right, so it's hard to guard against. Brother Wu, you have to be careful!"
This is a chaotic and cruel era, and there is never a shortage of ruthless people.
On the other side of the earth, some young people would wail in pain for a long time after getting a small cut of one millimeter on their hand.
But here, broken hands and feet are common.
In order to become stronger, some people will even cut off their own hands and feet, and then install mechanical limbs to transform themselves into cyborgs.
Of course, such extremes are not common.
After all, no matter how strong the body is, as long as the head and heart are made of flesh and blood, most of the time it can be destroyed by just one bullet.
"By the way, Brother Wu, you can do whatever you want with the male slaves, just don't cripple them. But you have to take the females seriously and make sure they are not disfigured, otherwise you will be punished by your superiors." A mercenary suddenly said.
"Well, thank you, brother!" Wang Teng nodded seriously.
"No need to thank me, we are all family, it would be too polite to say thank you!"
Next, several mercenaries told him some other things to pay attention to.
For example, you should always pay attention to the changes in the numbers displayed on the elevator.
The area they were in was located on the fifth underground floor of the bar. Once the number displayed on the elevator reached "-4", they had to get nervous, because it was likely that a big shot from above would come down to select slaves.
Of course, it could also be someone like Wang Teng who had just been demoted.
They were all busy feeding before and didn't notice Wang Teng coming down at first. That was their mistake.
If the person who just came down was some important person, he might have reprimanded them after seeing their behavior.
After all, the slaves were the common property of the entire mercenary organization, not their personal belongings, and not objects for their entertainment.
"Well, after all, we brothers are here. Although we have a low status and don't have much money, we don't have the pressure of competition. We can live one day at a time. At least we don't have to worry about food and clothing." said the oldest mercenary.
"Yes, those guys out there, although they have high status, they might die in a battle against foreign enemies at any time."
Several mercenaries had the same idea.
Their salaries were indeed low, and there was no way to earn extra money by managing these slaves, after all, the slaves were penniless.
However, the cost here is also low, and you don’t have to spend your own money on food and drinks. As long as you save some money, you can still go to the bar once or twice a month.
Except for Qiao Tu, who was replaced by Su Xia, everyone else has gotten used to it.
"Brother Wu, don't listen to their nonsense!"
Su Xia glanced at the others and said in Qiao Tu's identity: "You are still young, you need to look forward and look up. Do you want to stay in this hellhole for the rest of your life?"
"Hey, Brother Qiao, what can you see if you look up? A dark ceiling?" Before Wang Teng could speak, the oldest mercenary spoke up, obviously not agreeing with Su Xia's remarks.
"Yes, there are dangers everywhere outside. How comfortable it is to stay here?" another mercenary agreed.
"The situation is not good now, and it is getting more dangerous day by day. There are not many comfortable days left, so cherish them."
Although they have been here for a long time, these mercenaries are still well-informed and know what is happening outside.
They are not restricted here and can go up whenever they want, but they do not have the ability to spend money outside.
Rather than going up there and being discriminated against, it’s better to act like a tyrant here.
"The situation outside is indeed not good. Let's talk about the South Wind Organization." The old mercenary said lazily, "We never took that organization seriously before, but what happened? It hasn't been long since then, and the South Wind Organization has become so powerful that even Boss Wang Teng has to take it seriously."
When he said this, he turned the topic to the Nanfeng Organization.
On the side, Su Xia looked at him in surprise.
He hadn't figured out how to mention the Nanfeng organization, but he didn't expect this guy to take the initiative to bring it up, saving him a lot of trouble.
This guy behaved so well, let's give him a quick death when we kill him later.
"The Nanfeng organization is just borrowing the name of the masked man. If it didn't have this name, who would dare to go against Boss Wang Teng?" said another mercenary.
"It's hard to say. The South Wind Organization was indeed founded by the Masked Stranger, so it's not just a borrowed name."
"Well, they claim to be founded by the Masked Stranger, who knows?"
"Yes, that masked weirdo never admitted it!"
Whenever the South Wind Organization is mentioned, the masked man is a point that can never be avoided.
In the eyes of the mercenaries, he is the embodiment of brutality and death, a creature that many mercenaries dare not even mention.
"Alas, I had a brother who was killed by the masked man himself. His death was so tragic."
The old mercenary looked at Wang Teng and said with emotion: "His eyeballs were gouged out by the masked man, his ears were cut off, and even his teeth were smashed one by one. There was not a single good bone in his body, and even his skin was peeled off. When I went to collect his body, I almost didn't recognize him!"
"So miserable?" Wang Teng shrank his neck, seeming a little scared.
At the same time, similar questions popped up in Su Xia's mind: Why is it so miserable?
When had he ever used such torture on a mercenary?
There were many tragedies in this wilderness, all of which seemed inexplicably connected to him.
Many mercenaries feel that if a murderer cannot be found in a tragic case, they can assume that the masked man is responsible.
“You call this miserable?” The old mercenary shook his head. “You’ve never seen anything more miserable. The masked man’s methods are so cruel that it’s unimaginable. For those who fall into his hands, death is a luxury.”
"It turns out that those horrible legends are true." Wang Teng murmured.
"Get it, right? There really isn't much to gain here, but at least it's safe." The old mercenary said to Wang Teng, "Think about the current situation. Maybe the masked man has already sneaked into our town. Do you want to fight that scary masked man? Hiding here is the safest place."
Hearing this, Wang Teng nodded seriously.
"Yeah, he's horrible..."
