Secretary Lando believes that the powerful threat of political correctness is certainly no threat to Anthony. [This site has a new URL, shorthand method:, xsw]
——Maximilian, look at how bad your reputation is...
Anthony gloated in his heart, and then said to Lando: "Then why haven't you announced it yet? Go quickly, go quickly, and ask David Duran. You don't even dare to kill me, how dare you Do you want to disclose my identity? Are you sure David Duran gave you such permission?"
Lan Du's face suddenly turned black and he was so angry that he turned green. Anthony's unabashed mockery was doubly humiliating to him.
He, Lando, David Duran's chief of affairs, the notorious executioner of the Acropolis, was casually humiliated by being stabbed by his own prisoner's sword. What's worse is that he was right to laugh! He really can't do anything to him, he can't kill him, he can't release him. These are all outside his authority. He has to ask for instructions and wait for the master's orders. And if he can ask for instructions, does he dare to ask for instructions? He doesn't even dare to kill him!
For the first time, a trace of panic flashed through Lando's heart. This man, this slave, this prisoner, his understanding of the rules of the Acropolis' power game was simply insane. Who was he before he was microchipped? Can I still conquer him before dawn?
If you can’t do that…
Lando couldn't help but shudder.
The unfortunate Chief Lando was not a native earth girl who had been tortured and abused by the big devil for a long time. At this time, he didn't know that this would hurt the villain*ss who was already interested in him. It's just a warm-up, the real attack has just begun.
In fact, the big devil who successfully disguised himself as a prisoner and infiltrated the enemy didn't give Mr. Purser any chance to turn his anger or uneasiness into action. He just started taunting mode without stopping. He didn't even give Landu any chance to do anything. A chance to interrupt.
"You want me to talk about what happened before the Earth's orbit? What's there to talk about? Isn't it just like you imagined? According to you, you know me very well, very well. You understand me. Identity and origin, then since you all know so much, why do you ask me?" He mocked him with what Mr. Purser had just said.
"There's no point in talking about me, and I'm not interested in talking about people I've known since birth. There's no point in wasting time on such meaningless things," he continued, "On the contrary, it's you - you What's your name, Hong Chang? Why don't we talk about you, I'm very interested in you."
"Landu," Mr. Purser replied subconsciously, "My name is Landu, and I am the chief of the family of Mr. David."
"Okay, Mr. Lando, although it doesn't matter what your name is," Anthony chuckled, and the wound and the hateful sealing fluid didn't seem that uncomfortable anymore. He said, "I'm actually very interested in you now. This has to start with the opera scene you just arranged. Of course, it is a professional instructional film on sex training. Although it uses superpowers to demonstrate, it is obvious that this instructional film is not from a training camp. Sex/ Sexual training has never been a required course in training camps. All training camps in the universe do not offer this course. The standards for domesticating slaves out of camps have never included sexual skills. It is not something that comes out of training camps. But it is easy for us to I can see that, Mr. Lando, you are very familiar with it, familiar with sexual training, and you have subconsciously transplanted this familiarity to the domestication of the super-powered slaves you control, or should I say you, you and all others The so-called master. This is not surprising. Ordinary people always like to impose their naive ideas and world views on superpowers, while fundamentally ignoring that the most essential difference between the two is species."
"Don't deny it in a hurry, Mr. Hongchang, I'm talking to you very seriously. Let's take a look at you, Hong - oh, Landu's chief of affairs, the position of chief of family affairs seems to be to manage the slave property - yes That's right, Mr. Hongchang. You are David Duran's family chief of affairs. You are in your prime, loyal, courageous and responsive. As far as I know, the family's chief of affairs who manages general affairs usually comes from a senior position. The attendants are selected from the academy attendants who have been promoted through lower levels. In other words, you are born in the slave education school of your family. Your original identity is a slave, and you have been a slave before being promoted to a senior attendant. You are a slave. Potentially useful waste eliminated from the training camp is recycled into the family's slave education school. You spend your childhood and youth in the slave university until you are educated as a loyal and useful slave and deemed qualified, and then get a low-level The family position of a squire - and sexual training is apparently required in all slave schools and is considered one of the basic criteria for taming success, even in the family slave colleges of Acropolis nobles. I'm guessing except for Acropolis Vices , the slow energy reflection of ordinary slaves and the weak attributes that can collapse in the face of crushing make energy domestication ineffective here, which is also one of the reasons for the extremely high scrap rate. Therefore, although you are average in appearance, you cannot be used as a sex/slave. Selected, and you are still a male, you cannot have children, and your sexual/affair skills will not help your future. This course certainly does not have high requirements for you, but even so, you must have gone through the school's sexual/affair training. Training, and passing the examination. And the other subjects you received in the slave school will obviously not be lower than the sex training courses——"
"I actually don't know much about the Acropolis noble slave university, but I think based on their screening mechanism and elimination rate, a child slave can enter the school and then graduate, and be promoted from a low-level attendant to a high-level one, which proves that you are capable of both intelligence and intelligence. In terms of ability, they are all elites among ordinary humans, just like high-level ability users among superpowers." Anthony looked at Lando, "So, I am really interested now. You are neither a hereditary family servant nor a As a secular power holder who actively kneels down in search of political power and asylum, as a human elite who passively kneels down and is forced to be domesticated, how do you keep yourself loyal to your master after such cruel and anti-human torture/education? , and can this kind of loyalty come from the heart and be flawless? A human elite is loyal and sincere to the enemies who train/teach, humiliate, and enslave you, no matter how outrageous his orders are, whether he is an idiot, a mentally retarded lunatic, or a lunatic, as long as he has the "master" on his head With the title, you can work hard without complaining, no matter whether it is dedicating your talents and strength or sacrificing your life and dignity, you don't even care about it, and you don't even resist in your heart. How on earth did you do such a weird thing?"
Anthony's words were like a chisel, being struck by some unknown powerful force and piercing into Landu's heart, opening a hole in it. Landu felt that the scar deep in his heart that had been buried under layers of dust and dirt for many years was forcibly opened by the chisel, and the dazzling sunlight suddenly shone into the dark corner. Landu's lips trembled, and the feeling that the most secret place in his heart was suddenly exposed to the broad daylight made him extremely panicked.
--devil! devil!
He pressed the compass with his trembling fingers, screamed: "Executioner!" Then he slammed the door and left before they arrived!
Anthony's excitement was thrown cold water on him, and he was disappointed that the chat ended so quickly. While sighing in his heart that this little girl from the earth has a thick skin and a strong heart that can withstand the wind and waves, he finally got the second beating of the day that he had dreamed of - of course, it would be perfect if it didn't hurt so much. Okay, the damn executioner seems to have mixed the basin of cold water with a lotion that enhances body sensitivity.
As soon as Anthony was beaten and the biological electric shock started, the pressure on the peripheral ability users suddenly lightened up, and they could free up their hands to wipe the sweat from their faces - all of them broke out in a cold sweat. Just now, the prisoner's burst of power almost overwhelmed them all. It took all of them together to barely keep the energy cage from collapsing immediately with all their might. Fortunately, they still had electric shocks, and Chief Lando pressed the compass in time, otherwise the consequences of the stalemate would have been unpredictable.
The capable person felt very uncomfortable because of this. They are all seventh-level ability users, and they also have chips. There are twenty-three of them, while I only have one. I can barely gain a temporary upper hand by relying on electric shock. How can there be such a big gap? !
devil! devil! Why doesn’t Chief Lando just kill this devil?
Chief Landu, who had high hopes from the pure ability users, had already entered his office and stayed there alone until the torture was over. No one associated this with anger. The first time Lando showed anger tonight was to test, and the second time he was angry was to build up momentum. His first two angers were all pretense, so no one took his last anger seriously, just as it was. That was also a posturing, a technical detail. But little did he know that it was indeed the anger and panic that came from Landu's soul. He was really angry at that lunatic, and no one could tell how hurt he was at this moment. Those gloomy past events that he thought had been deeply buried long ago and had no courage to look back and could only choose to forget. Those fragments of life that seemed to have been edited came one after another, falling from the sky, breaking out of the ground, flying over, squeezing in, and emerging. Come, scramble to crawl out from under the ground, it's as eerie as a hundred ghosts howling on the Shura Road at night. This almost made him collapse on the spot. He needs time. He must have enough time to recover and sort out his mood. Otherwise, he really doesn't know if he will go crazy and strangle him to death when he faces this lunatic next time!
Fifteen minutes later, Lan Du came out of the office looking still in high spirits. He confidently returned to the interrogation room, announced a moratorium on torture, and launched a third round of attacks against his brand new "prisoner" who had been beaten to pieces. He still seemed confident of winning. However, because the newly beaten "prisoner" was so interested in Mr. Purser's boyhood campus life and even his legendary career struggle history from slave to purser, under his tireless exploration , Lando's determination finally did not last long and ended with him pressing the compass in "pretentious" anger.
After the compass was pressed this time, Anthony took the time to tell Lando a joke, "Don't be so anxious, Mr. Purser, extreme electric shock is not like you. You may not have thought that intensive biological electric shock can create spiritual energy." Collapse may also create immunity.”
