Chapter 108: Using his own way to treat his own body

"Who are you?"

"The one who kills you."

"Looking for death!"

In the huge stone cave, more than a dozen thugs hiding in the darkness swarmed up.

Wherever the blade went, limbs were broken, and blood flew.

"You, who on earth are you? No martial pulse, yet possessing such high martial arts, could it be that you are a hidden pulse?"

"Uncle, what is a hidden pulse?"

"Young Master, run quickly, I will block him."

The young master was fourteen or fifteen years old, looking white and clean, with curved eyebrows. Walking on the street, he didn't look like a human trafficker at all, but more like a young master from a wealthy family.

Just such a young man, leading a group of thugs, doing heaven-defying, inhuman evil deeds in the capital.

Must catch the young master, absolutely cannot let him run.

The big man called Uncle was a martial artist, a Third-Rank intermediate martial artist.

At this moment, Chen Guanlou's heart was calm. He had been looking forward to fighting a Third-Rank martial artist for a long time. When it really came to this moment, he had no waves.

Can win!

Kill!

In the dim cave, the blade swept past, a trace of cold light split the darkness, leaving a mark on the stone wall. Shadows swayed with the candlelight, sharp weapon collision sounds, human muffled groans, scattered stone powder, slippery ground stained red with blood...

Seven moves!

One knife to kill!

The big man called Uncle covered his broken left arm, his pupils expanded, and he fell slowly, unable to believe it. Blood was like an erupting mountain torrent, gushing out.

"Hidden pulse, hidden pulse..." He stared fixedly at Chen Guanlou, wanting to remember this face before he died. Third-Rank martial artist, died in the hands of a hidden pulse martial artist, died not unjustly, not unjustly!

Boom!

Fell to the ground!

Dead!

The young master stepped back, towards the depths of the cave. However, there was no way back behind him.

He waved his hands repeatedly. "Don't come over, don't kill me!"

"Where are the people?" Chen Guanlou walked forward slowly, dragging the big knife in his hand, blood slowly dripping onto the ground along the blade, forming a cruel blood line.

"Wh-what people? I don't know what you are talking about."

"The children you kidnapped, where are they hidden? Say!"

"Not here, really not here. What I said is true. Don't kill me, I will tell you, I will tell you everything. On the boat, all locked on the boat."

"What boat?"

"Tower boat. The tower boat on the lake. Don't kill me, I will take you to find the tower boat. Really, only I can take you on the boat, without me, you can't find the boat in an hour at all. After an hour, the boat will leave the city along the river, and those children will never be found again."

The young master was so scared he peed his pants, really peed, and a smell of urine came from him.

"Since the children are all on the boat, what do you mean by discussing selling them off?"

"That is that is..." The young master hesitated, as if he couldn't find his own voice.

"Say!" Chen Guanlou was angry. If it weren't for the fact that this person was still a bit useful, he would have split the other party with one knife.

"That is, this batch of goods... no no, those children, there are good and bad. The worse children need to be sold off in time; raising them is a waste of food."

Chen Guanlou's heart almost exploded. Who is not raised by parents, who is not a parent's treasure. In the eyes of these people, children are not people, but goods, cattle, horses, pigs, and dogs that can be sold.

Damn!

All deserve to die!

"Is the boat yours?"

"No no no, the boat is Qi Laoda's. We came to the capital this time to help Qi Laoda find goods."

"Who is Qi Laoda?"

"Qi Laoda is Qi Laoda."

Bang!

At this moment, Chen Guanlou was incomparably irritable.

The young master cried and shouted: "I really don't know! I only know he is Qi Laoda, his background is only clear to my father."

"Where is your father?"

"Not in the capital, in the hometown. I really didn't lie to you. If I lied to you, I would die a horrible death. Don't kill me, I really still have use. Qi Laoda has high martial arts, and there is a group of guards around him. He is suspicious by nature, if he doesn't see me personally, you can't get on the boat at all. You can fight very well, but Qi Laoda can fight better. I am telling the truth! Ah... my hand, my hand..."

Chen Guanlou directly broke the young master's two arms. "Tell me, what is your name, the specific address of your hometown."

The young master clearly felt the danger, but closed his mouth tightly, sweating, while fearing while holding on, refusing to say.

Chen Guanlou laughed and made a knife.

"Ah ah, my leg, my leg..."

"Rest assured, I won't let you die. I have asked a master in the torture room how to make a person suffer 108 kinds of torture without dying."

He took out a dagger, gestured, seemingly thinking about where to cut, the meat would be more delicious.

The young master looked at him like a devil, dragging his broken leg, step by step backward. Dreaming of escaping.

"I heard that you human traffickers are popular with a means called 'mutilating children for profit', to make profit. Anyway, there is still time, why not, today first 'mutilating children for profit' on you. Dig eyes or cut ears first? By the way, the limbs must be cut off, the more miserable the more profitable, right."

"Don't, don't... beg you to let me go, I have a lot of money, my family has a lot of money. You can't kill me, if you kill me, my father, my uncle, my grandfather, they will certainly avenge me, will certainly kill you, kill your whole family. Grind your family's children into meat paste to feed the dogs. Ah... my ear, you cut my ear. You are dead, you are dead. Don't move, ah... my foot, my foot is gone... don't kill me, I say, I tell you everything, I say..."

Chen Guanlou carried the bloody young master, walking in the dark night.

The young master's surname is Hu.

Just as the old manager said, the whole family, the whole village, for generations have been doing the business of selling people. For decades, hundreds of years, I don't know how many children and women have been harmed, how many families have been ruined. Relying on this profession, the whole family and the whole village lived a good life like a landlord. The money they ate and drank, every copper coin, flowed with the tears and blood of countless children and women.

A family full of evil, a village full of evil! Hidden in the depths of a big mountain thousands of miles away from the capital.

Arriving at Zhuque Lake, the lake surface is in the most lively, most exciting, and most tempting moment of the day. The top brothel sisters in the capital are all on this lake. Those tower boats, singing and dancing, standing on the shore, can hear the tempting giggles, smell the money-scented taste of wealthy big shots throwing thousands of gold.

"Which boat is Qi Laoda's?"

The bloody Young Master Hu said weakly: "Let me go, and I will tell you."

"I think you haven't figured out the situation yet. Do you want to force me to cut off your other foot now?" Chen Guanlou's tone was indifferent, at this moment he was both cold and evil, bringing a murderous aura that shocked people's hearts. Especially a pair of indifferent eyes, Young Master Hu saw emotions like his own family's torture room master from them, no emotion, only cold killing. Any goods that don't listen will be cruelly abused, humiliated, and eventually become slaves without thoughts, or meat pies.

He was afraid!

"Torch, left three times, right three times, up and down three times." ===== CHAPTER 109 =====