Chapter 4182: price goes up

In his eyes, the only thing he values ​​is the word profit. If he can't make money, he should die.
"Yes, boss, we will do as instructed."
The gallows is ready. I don't know how many people have been put to death in this place. I don't know how long a bar has been worn by the rope, and a deep groove appeared.
There is a hemp rope tied to it, and the hemp rope is tied into a knot, and the neck of the person who is going to be executed in a while will be wrapped on it.
Under the gallows is a platform built with wooden boards. People can stand on it, but in the middle, the wooden boards can be moved and a mechanism can be opened.
When a person stands on it and activates the mechanism, the feet will step on the air, the weight of the body will be put on the neck, the hemp rope will be tightened, unable to breathe and finally suffocated.
Peel was put down from the rope, and his consciousness had become blurred. Two people framed his body and walked to the gallows. His life was about to come to an end.
Anyway, my hope can not be realized, it is better to die here, and it can be regarded as the last destination.
The two men obeyed the boss's will and tied two iron to Peel's ankles. The two iron totaled 40 kilograms, which greatly accelerated the speed of death.
"Someone is going to be hanged again, this time a slave."
"I heard that it seems to be rebelling against the master, but I really don't want to live anymore. I don't feel a pity if I die.
"Seeing that there is no iron ball on the foot, this time I guess I will die soon. I bet he can only support it for two minutes."
The onlookers didn't care about Peel's origin, but when this kind of thing happened, everyone was very happy, and they could gamble happily again.
Perhaps this was the value of Peel's final use. Peel's neck was wrapped with a rope, just waiting for the last order.
The seller gave Peel a ferocious look, and another few hundred dollars flew away. Since the slave was nobody wanted, he was hanged publicly to let everyone watch the excitement.
"You have to understand that no one here dares to violate my meaning. A slave is not qualified to negotiate with me and say what human rights are."
"Really? You will suffer retribution."
"You dare to be me, I think you can say that later?"
The time has come, and it's still half a minute away. The seller is too lazy to wait any longer, so he waved his hand.
The people on the stage understood the meaning of this gesture, so they pulled down the mechanism, the wooden board fell, and Peel's body was hung up.
The two iron under his feet pulled him down, and the hemp rope wrapped around his neck tightened Peel's neck tightly. After a while, Peel's face turned red and blood could not circulate.
He exhausted his strength to struggle, but the two iron hanging from his feet stubbornly pulled his legs and couldn't move at all. Peel's breathing became more and more difficult, and he had already seen death coming in a trance.
"Look, this guy can't hold it anymore."
"I said he couldn't last for two minutes. After a while, he was about to die with a kick on both legs."
"Damn to hold on for a while. I bet for three minutes. Isn't this going to make me lose money?"
The onlookers made waves of comments. Some people still felt unwilling and wanted to see Pildo hold on for a while, so that they would not have to lose money.
Whoosh...
There was a piercing sound.
Passed in front of everyone.
Immediately after the hemp rope hanging on the crossbar broke, Peel fell from the gallows and fell to the ground.
No one knows what happened, especially Peel who fell on the ground, subconsciously thinking that the hemp rope broke by himself, and he was lucky enough to get his life back.
Without this feeling of falling, Peel hurriedly panted. At this point, he finally realized that it felt good to be alive. If he died, there would be really nothing left.
"What's the matter? The rope broke by itself?"
"How is this possible? The rope is woven from elephant skin, and even a truck can be hoisted. How can a person break it."
"You look at the rope as if it was cut!"
Someone noticed that the breaks on the hemp rope were neat, which obviously cut the rope with a sharp edge.
Who dared to come here to make trouble? It broke the rules of this kind of place. Everyone was looking happy, watching everywhere, who dared to make trouble.
The seller also stood up. It was his own business to dispose of the slaves. When did this happen, others would intervene.
An army-green jeep drove toward this side. The car was fast and didn't mean to slow down when it got here. There was a cloud of dust behind the body.
Suddenly, there was a sudden brake, and the front of the car almost hit the seller. After stopping, Xu Qiang jumped out of the car and stood in front of the seller.
The seller was horrified. If he brakes later, he will definitely be hit. Which big horse is this, who has done such a bold thing.
"Boss... I want this person!"
Xu Qiang pointed at Peel who fell on the ground. Although it was a few seconds late, but the time was just right, just in time.
Dust filled the place. The seller's boss fanned his hand and coughed a few times. He waited until the dust gradually dissipated before he could see the face of the one-armed young man in front of him.
"Who are you? Don't you understand the rules on the mercenary battlefield? Dare to break the rules here."
"Sorry for the first time I came here. The rules may not be familiar. Let me introduce myself first. I am the leader of the Lengjian Mercenary Corps and my name is Xu Qiang."
After all, Xu Qiang stretched out his hand, this underground black market has the rules of an underground black market, no matter what identity he is, he must act according to the rules when he comes here.
The boss was so angry that he wanted to find someone to do something to clean up Xu Qiang, but his eyeballs were staring at the thing between Xu Qiang's fingers.
Fingers are holding a gold bar, which is worth tens of thousands of dollars at least, which is more than the money paid for selling this slave.
He hurriedly reached out and held Xu Qiang's hand, rubbing the gold bar with his palm a few times. As a person who often does business in the black market, he only needs to touch his palm to know whether the gold is real or fake.
"It's easy to say, it turns out that you are buying this slave."
The seller’s boss also had a smile on his face, and he became less nervous. No matter when, gold is a good thing.
"Since this is the case, then I will take people away."
Xu Qiang didn't want to be extravagant and gave the boss a gold bar to directly block the mouth of such a person. As for whether this Peel is worth the price, it can only be verified after the fact.
However, he did something wrong at this time, something that would have been solved by giving one hundred dollars. As a result, Xu Qiang gave a gold bar, and immediately the seller's mind changed.
He didn't know why Xu Qiang was doing this. He suddenly issued a gold bar just for such a slave. It seemed that the slave was not worth the price. Since the other party can pay so much, it means that the business can continue to be discussed.
"Yes, but I think I should discuss it again for the price."
"Oh? Don't you still feel dissatisfied with what I gave you?"
The seller smiled, people in the world, where anyone thinks money is unnecessary, the more you give, the better.
Human greed is a bottomless pit that will never be satisfied. Since Xu Qiang is willing to offer a gold bar, he doesn't mind having another one.
Xu Qiang seemed to be able to see the dissatisfaction of this person. He also realized that he had done something wrong, so he stared at the boss.
"As far as I know, his price is only worth one hundred dollars, and what I have given you is far beyond this price."
"That's just the previous price. Since you are willing to bid this way, then this person is definitely of great use to you, and of course you have to raise the price."
The seller boss said greedily that he wanted to ask for more, and he firmly believed that Xu Qiang would definitely pay the money.
Xu Qiang frowned. She was indeed a profiteer. A single gold bar could not satisfy his appetite. It is estimated that she would still speak loudly.
"From your point of view, how much do you think I should bid for? Or how much money do you want before you are willing to give people to me."
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