"People who have been tortured by the managers of Infinite City!"
The moment Feng Xue saw the man in the wheelchair, such thoughts came to her mind, and she immediately gave up the idea of negotiating terms with him.
Just by looking at his appearance, you can tell what kind of treatment this person has experienced. Unless this person is an extreme white leftist, there will be absolutely no chance of negotiation.
However, if you are extremely white and left-wing, it is impossible to show such a look, let alone appear in such a place.
Feng Xue took a deep breath and completely threw away the luck in her heart. However, the situation was not that bad, because the middle-aged man next to him did not seem to have a worse status than the one in the wheelchair, and was even vaguely better. .
If you want to ask why, it's because several bodyguards followed him instead of following the wheelchair man who needed more protection.
After entering the prison, this person's eyes have been scanning back and forth on the Wushu who were imprisoned in the prison. However, Feng Xue did not see any malice or hatred in his eyes. Of course, he did not look at Chi Guo of the opposite sex. The perverted feeling is more of a strong greed.
Yes, it's greed. It feels like treating them as a cash cow.
But greed is good. Greedy people are easy to associate with. Anyone who plays Taiwu Scroll knows that it is the easiest to ask you for money when getting support. The troublesome ones are those who want kindness, experience, and even want to To discuss with you.
Thinking of this, Feng Xue instinctively touched the position of her left rib, and then forcibly moved her hand away. She endured the shame, anger and embarrassment in her heart and stood up, while constantly recalling the previously compiled words in her mind. To make yourself forget about the fact that you have no clothes on.
The sound of the group of people communicating seemed to Feng Xue's ears like a listening test with an accent. At this moment, he only regretted why he didn't learn English well in his previous life.
Finally, when the man was talking and laughing and the cold wheelchair man passed by, Feng Xue suddenly shouted loudly:
"Love! Encyclopedia Four Gates! There is a private server!"
"Love! Encyclopedia Four Gates! There is a private server!"
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"Dr. Fran, you are definitely the biggest contributor to the Trojan Horse Project! I am willing to give you one-third of the magical items I obtained this time for research, and at the same time, I will add 50% to the monthly research funding. , when do you think we can do it again?" The eyes of the middle-aged man who came to see the harvest were full of excitement, but Dr. Fran, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said unceremoniously:
"You said before that if it didn't succeed this time, you would withdraw your investment."
"Isn't this a success?" The middle-aged man is a businessman. As long as it can bring him benefits, shamelessness doesn't matter at all!
Seeing him like this, Dr. Fran didn't talk nonsense and just said in that dry voice:
"Then do as you say, but those demons are not ordinary beasts. Their intelligence is no worse than you and me. Such experiments cannot be done too frequently. The next time will have to be at least half a year away."
"Ah..." The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard this, but he knew the principle of dedicated personnel and did not continue to struggle with this issue. Instead, he turned his attention to those Wu Dao in the prison:
"By the way, Dr. Fran, do you think these 'ghosts' are of use value? Do you plan to start a project to study how to increase the chance of ghosts turning into phantoms after death?"
"Heh..." Dr. Fran originally wanted to reject this unrealistic goal, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it could reasonably torture these demons, so he nodded and said:
"Maybe you can give it a try, but don't hold out any hope. After all, the experimental samples are too small and not enough to sustain long-term research."
"Didn't you say that? As long as the person who pushed the door doesn't come back, the door will remain functional. With so many ghosts coming this time, there will definitely be more coming from there in the future. I'm there I have left two squadrons of men on duty in rotation. I dare not say in the long run, but I can still capture a few hundred for you." The middle-aged man said very confidently, but Fran secretly sighed "Idiot", and then He opened his mouth and said:
"Jaston, do you think a hundred samples are enough to support a research?"
"This time is not enough. Isn't there a next time?" Jeston didn't care about Fran's cold water at all and said very optimistically. However, Fran didn't say anything more. He had said everything he needed to say. When the time comes, The other party has nothing to say if he doesn't produce results. As for money, what's the use of money now that he's like this?
The two of them were walking in the passage of the prison with their own thoughts. Fran glanced at the demons who were dejected or full of anger. A ferocious and twisted smile appeared on the scarred face. After a few glances, he was about to prepare. I chose two and went back to "research", but suddenly I heard a strange shout coming from my ears!
"Love! Encyclopedia Four Gates! There is a private server!"
The three words that were repeated repeatedly came from the mouth of "Ghost". At that moment, Jaston even wondered whether it was a curse from the devil, but soon, he seemed to have a taste of it, and said with some hesitation:
"Am I, the blacksmith, useful? He speaks Victorian?"
As we all know, ghosts cannot communicate. Although they master the language, it is completely different from the existing languages on earth. Even the language of each ghost is different. In addition, ghosts seem to disappear easily, so Even professional linguists can only scratch their heads when faced with these unique samples.
But now, there is actually a ghost speaking English?
Although it was only three words and had no grammar at all, looking at the way he shouted desperately, he was obviously expressing his value to himself!
Jaston felt happy, but Fran beside him frowned, murderous intent flashed in his one eye, but he suppressed the idea of killing the opponent immediately and said:
"Maybe it's just a coincidence. To be on the safe side, it's better to destroy it."
"Would you like to know if it's a coincidence?" Jeston is just not good at research, and he's not stupid. He knows that Fran hates these ghosts so much that he certainly won't just listen to them. If this If ghosts can really curse, why would they be willing to have their magical items removed from their bodies? Well, by the way, does this ghost have any magical items?
Thinking of this, Jeston said to the bodyguard behind him:
"Go and ask Kalomi to send over a copy of the video of when they were captured today."
After saying that, he turned his attention to Feng Xue again and asked in a slower tone:
"Can you speak English?"
"Hiss! Hiss!"
Well, even though it has a strange accent, it seems like the other person does know how to do it.
Just when Jeston was thinking this, he heard the other party suddenly start mumbling as if to prove that he really knew how to do it.
After trying hard to listen for a long time, he finally understood what the other party meant——
"The price of the shirt is £9 15p."
"Have you seen my pencil?"
"My name is Han Meimei!"
