Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Winslow slept deeply.

Before he knew it, Jinchen had pulled off the gauze and looked at the deep erosion wound on his arm where the bone was visible, with his brows furrowed.

A few days ago, he was treated with systematic special medicines, and the wound was about to heal, but Winslow forcibly picked off the scabs and even showed some fear.

Facing Jinchen's angry questioning, Winslow said that the wounding substance was extremely poisonous, a poison unique to the dungeon, and if the wound was healed, the person would die.

The wound that can never heal, the dungeon that can never be escaped, and the ever-present wanted warrant are the confinements that Elder has placed on Winslow.

That's why Jinchen couldn't suppress his anger and beat Elder up overnight, breaking the old man's arm completely.

Jinchen covered the wound with heartache and used his spiritual power to temporarily repair it so that Winslow would not feel so much pain.

But it will be soon.

After tomorrow's grand auction, both Erde and Wen Zhu will surely die.

Jinchen gathered the quilt for Winslow and kissed him between the eyebrows again.

The next day.

Winslow had to return to the dungeon as soon as possible as he promised Elder.

But he didn't plan to take Jinchen with him.

He knew how dangerous tonight would be, with so many desperate criminals and wanted criminals gathered there, and he didn't want his brother to be put in danger at all.

"Wen Xiaoluo, do you know what you are talking about?"

Jinchen was still asleep early in the morning and was inexplicably tied up by straps extending from under the bed.

Before he had time to figure out why there was this automatically retractable thing under the bed, he heard Winslow say that he would be left here alone for the whole day.

"I'll be back after the auction ends tonight."

Winslow knelt beside Jinchen and assured him, kissing him pitifully and flatteringly, "Brother, don't be angry."

"It's eight o'clock in the morning, and you want me to stay in bed all day?"

Jinchen was shocked, and her heart sank. "Is this how you treat your dear boyfriend?"

"No, brother. Once I leave here, the straps will automatically retract." Winslow said with his head down.

This place is too remote, with only Ah Si and one car. Jinchen didn't know the way when he came here yesterday, so Winslow was not worried that Jinchen would leave by himself.

Seeing that this bastard was determined to do this, Jinchen could only agree reluctantly.

Then, just as Winslow left in the car driven by Ah Si, Jinchen easily pried open the straps and chains.

He stood on the balcony and watched the car drive away, raised his eyebrows lazily, "See you tonight."

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Dungeon, trading place.

Ferro and his companions were responsible for welcoming today's distinguished guests. Their short and fat bodies were squeezed into their exclusive uniforms, and they looked up with pockmarked faces, looking proud and smug.

This is a job that no one can even ask for. One day's salary can be equal to several months' salary of other staff members!

"Come on, guys!" Ferro pulled his tie and shouted, "These are distinguished guests from all over the world."

At this moment, Ferro narrowed his big eyes, leaned over the companion in front of him, and looked at the handsome man who was walking towards him.

"Ferro! What are you doing!" His companion quickly shouted in a low voice, "Another distinguished guest is here, don't move."

"Dear guest... No, that's not right."

Ferro always felt that the man in front of him looked familiar, but he didn't dare to recognize him.

It was not until Jinchen approached that Ferro took a deep breath in disbelief, nodded his head and looked him up and down, before he was really sure that the man in front of him, who was dressed like a noble, was his "good brother" Sigmund.

"you……"

Jinchen heard the voice and glanced to the side, "Hey, the Japanese doorman."

Ferro: “…”

He shouted, "Sigmon! You stupid waiter, this is not the place for you!"

In response he received the invitation between his slender fingers.

Ferro's companions quickly took it and looked at it, confirming the seal and anti-counterfeiting mark on the invitation letter.

"Dear Mr. Sigmund, please."

"What? No, how could it be!" Ferro still didn't believe it. He blocked the door with his short and fat body, his face flushed with anger and his neck thickened as he shouted, "Sigmon! Where did you get the invitation? You are a dirty thief!"

Jinchen took a half step back to avoid the disgusting saliva splashing on his body, and like a magician, he took out a card from the pocket of his well-tailored suit and handed it to the person who had just seen the invitation letter.

"Bring someone to beat him up and throw him out, and split the tip equally."

The cards circulating in the dungeon have fixed face values. This card is something that a waiter can never touch. The eyes of the people at the door were all fanatical.

The man quickly took it and said, "Please come in. Thank you, sir."

Anyway, I got this card from old man Edel, so I can have as many as I want.

Jinchen walked straight in without changing his expression.

"No... How is that possible! Are you all crazy? Don't come over here!"

Ferro was frightened by the people surrounding him and had no time to escape.

After Jinchen entered, he was quickly guided by the person he was meeting and went directly to a room in the backstage of the trading floor.

"Mr. Sigmund, you are finally here."

The three people in the room stood up to greet him.

Little Dogo's father, Edel's son-in-law Dorogo, was the organizer of this "rebellion and assassination".

Wei Xun, the person in charge of the trading field, and Porter, Dorogo's chief assistant and thug, who is also the other "mysterious thief" who replaced Jinchen.

Jinchen just shook hands with Duoluogo and sat down casually.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Dorogo still feels frightened.

Just a while ago, he was almost scared by Sigmund who suddenly appeared in the bedroom in the middle of the night, breaking through layers of defense. He thought he was a killer sent by Elder.

The other party said, "I can help you get your son back, but you have to cooperate with me."

That was the most thrilling collaboration Dorogo had ever experienced in his life.

The subsequent rumors of mysterious thieves in the dungeon made Dorogo even more glad that he did not refuse at the beginning, but chose Sigmund as an important figure in this plan.

To get away from the not-so-good memories, Duoluogo simply explained to Jinchen the specific actions of tonight. Jinchen listened and corrected a few minor flaws, and that was it.

Finally, Dorogo promised, "Mr. Sigmon, when I take over this dungeon, you will be a permanent VIP here, and you can name your price."

"Besides that, do you have any other requests?"

Jin Chen picked up the wine glass with his slender fingers, shook it, lowered his eyes and said, "I want Winslow's freedom."

Winslow, the young fighting king in the fighting arena!

Dorogo didn't expect that these two were related.

"Okay, I'll revoke his wanted warrant."