Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

In the room at the end of the top floor of the fighting arena.

The magnificent decoration could not resist the bloody and decayed atmosphere here, like the gold powder debris covered with rust, and unnamed torture instruments everywhere.

At the edge of the pure gold floor, the secret door was pushed open.

Winslow threw the backpack in his hand to the ground, lowered his thick eyelashes, and looked coldly at the man sitting in the corner.

"What you want is the gold bricks from the feast at the exchange."

Time passed minute by minute, Wen Zhu sneered softly, and controlled the wheelchair to slowly turn around. The look in his eyes when he looked at Winslow was no longer as eager as it was a few years ago, but more angry and sharp.

"I never thought that the traitor I had been trying to catch for so long would be leaked by you."

Wen Zhu whispered, looking up in the dimness and staring at Winslow, the now handsome and aggressive young man.

In five years, he failed to raise Winslow into what he wanted, but instead raised him into an ungrateful person who would bite back.

"You deserve it," Winslow replied coldly. "You are incompetent if I intercept you."

"The grand auction at the trading venue will be held the day after tomorrow. I lost several hundred million orders. Xiao Luo... aren't you afraid of being punished by your uncle?"

Wen Zhu's face was hidden in the corner, and he looked almost as scary as a ghost. His gloomy tone revealed hatred that could not be chewed out. "I still feel that I am too useless to deal with you."

"Can you do it?"

Winslow turned his head slightly and even walked towards the corner, which was a provocative move.

"Wen Zhu, what else can you do now besides giving orders?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Winslow pressed the controller in his hand.

"Uh……"

Wen Zhu took a deep breath, and the thing covered by the darkness was completely uncovered. The seemingly bulky wheelchair extended two very thin chains, which were deeply embedded between his legs, entangling his bones and flesh.

The necrotic muscles were not treated in time and the patient has completely lost the ability to move.

As the controller started, the chain kept shaking due to the electric current.

"Do you need me to remind you, uncle, that you are a waste now."

Winslow stood before him, stating the facts in a cynical but calm voice.

Strangely, Wen Zhu did not curse too much, perhaps he was used to it - after all, he had been in a wheelchair for a year, and this level of pain was not even as painful to him as the festering wound.

He raised his head and looked grimly at Winslow in front of him, and somewhat inappropriately thought of the boy five years ago.

With the mysterious disappearance of that man, Winslow was like a lost soul, guarding the factory day and night.

But since coming here, he has completely turned into a mad dog that no one can control, and is even more cruel than his good brother.

Not only did he fail to succeed, but he also nearly lost his life at his hands many times.

If Mr. Elder hadn't allowed the fighting arena to change ownership...

Wen Zhu was breathing heavily, and suddenly remembered something and let out a sigh.

"Today is the Chinese New Year again, right? It's been five years, Winslow. The time he's been gone is almost longer than the time he's been raising you... Ugh!"

The current increases again.

Wen Zhu's veins bulged and his whole body was purple and red.

Winslow kicked the wheelchair hard, bent down and grabbed his hair, his eyes and eyebrows revealing a sharp murderous intent.

"you wanna die!"

"Little Lord!"

A third person's voice suddenly rang out in the room. A masked man in black stood coldly at the door. "Mr. Elder will not allow Master Zhu to die. Please be careful."

Elder, the master of the entire sinful dungeon.

Thinking of that man, the murderous intent in Winslow's eyes became stronger, but he concealed it very well and threw the man who was worse than death away with disgust.

Except for Winslow and his cronies, no one in the fighting arena knew that Wen Zhu had become a puppet in the true sense of the word.

-

"God, I'm so nervous."

In the first area of ​​the fighting arena, several young men in black and white bartender uniforms were standing in a narrow alley. They were all more or less nervous. After all, they had never had the opportunity to enter here before.

"Sigmon, aren't you nervous?" Georgia looked at her friend who had been injured for a few days. Her face with freckles under her dull curly hair was filled with deep surprise. "You actually look so relaxed!"

The tall and stern man corrected again: "Jinchen."

"…Don't embarrass me, Sigmund. I don't know how to pronounce it."

Jinchen looked at his trembling friend with a demanding look and gave up correcting him, "Why are you so nervous? You're not going to fight."

"I heard that every contracted thug inside is irrational and will beat anyone up when they are unhappy. I am afraid."

Georgia was still trembling, and this was also the feeling of several other new waiters.

"Think about the salary here." Jinchen tried to comfort him: "One day's salary is enough to cover your medical expenses for being beaten ten times every month."

Georgia: “…”

You'd better shut up.

The entrance to the alley suddenly opened, and behind the rolling door, a gray-haired manager was waiting.

"It's nice to see you again, gentlemen. I will lead you in the new employee training and you will be on duty in the evening."

He handed over a pure white mask, which each waiter had to wear, making it as unrecognizable as possible.

The new waiter did not attract the attention of the drink counter. Winslow sat on a high stool. The strange flashing lights were still dancing as usual, occasionally illuminating his slightly lowered profile, and he could always hear the people around him gasping.

But no one dared to approach and chat with him, unless it was your first time here and you didn't equate this handsome man with the fighting king, you would definitely not be so stupid.

"Brother Luo, why don't you stop drinking? You've just stopped bleeding...Okay, go on."

Yun Ran's dissuasion had no effect, and Shan Shan was frightened by Winslow's eyes and shut up.

However, at this time of year every year, Luo Ge was in a bad mood, so he didn't doubt it too much.

[Detected a fluctuation in the villain's blackening value, retesting the blackening value... Detection successful, current blackening value: 100! ]

[The detection of the villain triggers the heartbeat value, the heartbeat value is +50, and the total is 50! 】

The manager led the waiters across the bar, and Jinchen finally got to see his own child who had traveled across the timeline.

Five years have brought a lot of changes to Winslow. His figure has grown taller, slenderer and more well-proportioned. His back alone is enough to attract attention.

Jinchen sighed slightly, feeling really distressed when he saw the bleeding arm bandage.

[Host, why don't you rush over to recognize him? ]

Ling Gungun, who had received enough sleep and was rewarded with points, was very energetic.

【It’s not time yet.】

Jinchen pinched the invitation letter in his pocket, his eyes slightly deep.

It is better to be able to support the child before showing up.

...I hope I can endure until then.

It was rare for Jinchen to doubt his own behavior.

After just a few glances, Jinchen followed the team away from the bar and walked into the warehouse where new waiters were trained.