"Let him in!"
A majestic voice came from the inner door of the City Lord's Mansion, and the hoarse voice sent chills down the spine.
"The city lord has summoned you, let's go in!"
The demon guard grabbed the messenger from the ground and threw him into the room.
Gululu rolled several times. When the messenger stopped and raised his head cautiously, he saw a scene that made him envious.
There are dim neon lights in the room, and there are many people sitting on the leather sofas. They are basically all dark-skinned women. Some are smoking, some are posing in front of the steel pipe, and some are accompanying the devil, talking and laughing very ambiguously. .
The demon is more than two meters tall, with dark skin, red eyes, two long horns on his forehead, and tattoos all over his face and body.
The demon's neck and fingers were covered with exaggerated necklaces and various dazzling diamond rings.
He was lying on his back on the sofa, and two dark-skinned women were serving him. The arrival of someone did not affect their pleasure.
"Bastard, have you seen enough?"
The devil said something coldly, and the messenger hurriedly lay on the ground, his head lowered, and his body trembling.
"For whom?"
The messenger quickly took out the envelope from his inner pocket, kept his head bowed, and presented the letter with trembling hands.
"I am the New York City Courier, and I have been ordered to deliver a message to you."
The lazy smoking woman stood up, walked to the messenger in one step, picked up the letter, tore it open and read aloud.
"The order from the upper city ordered the underground forces to send 500 people each to Europe to assist in reconstruction!"
"What!"
The demon was furious and knocked the woman he was riding to the ground. He rushed over angrily, grabbed the letter and scanned it quickly.
"Why does he order us to dispatch 500 people? Have they forgotten the agreement that black lives matter? How dare they order us to go to Europe? Do they not want peaceful development?"
All the black women in the room came together and surrounded the devil, talking about things like peace agreement, equality, and the importance of life.
The devil raised his hand to stop the crowd from talking, and looked solemnly at the messenger who was kneeling on the ground.
"What do they mean?"
The messenger trembled all over and said in a trembling voice:
"I don't know. It may be that there are five hundred people in each dungeon, whether they are slaves or mutants."
The demon frowned, picked up the messenger from the ground, put his hand on his shoulder, and walked side by side like good friends.
"You are a foreigner and don't know much about our situation. I will show you how I have to go down to the city."
Under the leadership of the Demon City Lord, the group left the City Lord's Mansion and walked around the streets to a noisy place.
There was a long queue, and there was a tall, fat, black man standing at the door.
The city lord came in person, and Fatty Hei quickly opened the isolation belt and opened the door for the city lord himself.
As soon as you enter, you can feel the pungent and unpleasant smell of blood, as well as the noisy shouting.
This is an underground boxing match venue. The ground beneath your feet is a barbed wire fence. Through the barbed wire fence, you can see that deep underground, there are many skinny humans digging and working in the soil.
There were dozens of people watching the game in the stadium, each with dark skin, shouting wildly and cheering loudly around the man who was fighting for his life in the iron cage.
The demon guard pushed away those who blocked the way and came to the best viewing position in the iron cage. Without the Demon City Lord saying a word, the guard threw the person sitting here away, allowing the city owner to sit here and watch the game.
After the devil sat down, he did not let the messenger sit on an equal footing with him. Instead, he pushed hard and the messenger knelt on the ground. After the devil sat down, he directly put his feet on the messenger's back.
Inside the iron cage.
Two skinny Asians were fighting each other. They were both bloody and still attacking each other crazily.
Until one person was completely knocked down and lay dying on the barbed wire fence, unable to move at all, the other person refused to give up and rode on top of him, continuing to pump out his fists like raindrops like raindrops.
Until the bell rings, the battle is over, and the victor collapses on the wire floor, gasping for air.
At the top of the iron cage, the demon host slowly landed, holding a microphone and shouting excitedly:
"The winner gets the reward!"
The audience burst into applause.
The demon host threw a bowl of stinking food to the winner, and part of it spilled out and fell along the barbed wire, where it was snatched up by the wolf-like people below.
The smelly food fell to the ground and he didn't care at all. He lay down on the dirty ground and ate it along with the dirt.
The winner holds the bowl, wolfs down the food in the bowl, and licks the bowl clean.
The demon host grabbed the loser's legs and threw him out of the iron cage. A fat black man placed the dying loser directly on the chopping board, raised a butcher knife and cut him into pieces.
Some of the spectators watching the boxing match were yelling and some were excited. The losers were indignant and wanted to continue betting. The winners all crowded around the butcher, waiting for their food to be distributed.
Our compatriots were slaughtered alive. The Asians under the iron fence had numb expressions. They were as humble as ants. They didn't even have the strength to resist. Even if they were alive, they were worse than the walking dead.
The Demon City Lord said with a ferocious smile:
"See, I have to go to the city. There aren't many Yanu, and the food is not enough. We can't even eat enough. How can we send out 500 people if you ask us to do so?"
At this time, the messenger was so frightened that he didn't dare to struggle at all.
"Oh, by the way, you seem to be of Asian descent, right?"
"No, no, I am a pure European, I don't have any Chinese genes!"
The messenger quickly denied it, fearing that if he spoke too slowly, he would be treated the same way.
"It doesn't matter, you are unlucky today."
After speaking, the Demon City Lord kicked his foot, and the messenger was kicked down, and then he was dragged and thrown into the iron prison by the guards.
"Fight, if you lose you will become a part of me!"
"No, you can't do this to me. I'm a messenger and I'm responsible for delivering messages. You can't do this to me!"
The messenger struggled and shouted.
The host understood what the city lord meant and handed the messenger a dagger full of rust.
"Take it, don't say I don't take care of you!"
The messenger hurriedly grabbed the dagger and looked at the Demon City Lord tremblingly.
Seeing that he was still smiling ferociously, I could only turn my gaze to the entrance.
Suddenly, many people ran in. They were all skinny Asians, crazy, ferocious, and roaring like irrational beasts.
The whole audience cheered for the upcoming bloody battle.
"I'll fight you!"
The messenger shouted and rushed forward, taking advantage of his speed to quickly kill one compatriot after another.
On the ceiling of the stadium, in the dark shadow that is difficult to detect, a pair of yellow eyes are witnessing the whole process.
Even though Wuqimahei was well-informed, this scene left him completely stunned.
Almost all people living in the United States have been reduced to beasts without any humanity at all. Are such people worth saving?
