Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

When Winslow came out of the secret door, he saw the criminals who didn't want to be killed here pushing Elder and Wenzhu, who had no support, onto the auction table.

They knelt in front of Jinchen without any dignity.

Zheng Yi came in earlier than Winslow and had already informed Wen Zhu of Winslow's "death news". Even when he was kneeling down, Wen Zhu was still smiling, laughing at himself for finally killing this scourge that he had brought upon himself.

But the moment he saw Winslow, his smile suddenly stopped, which was even more ridiculous than crying.

"how come……"

Wen Zhu looked up frantically, and gave Zheng Yi a sharp and vicious look who had no intention of saving him again.

Zheng Yi: “…”

Damn it, why on earth did Winslow suddenly tell Wen Zhu the "death news".

And how many people have plans here! Why are they so interconnected?

"Winslow! Come and save me! Don't you want to live?"

Elder roared angrily, as fierce as a vulture, but he already looked old and decadent, and no longer looked like the overlord in charge of the entire dungeon.

Winslow walked slowly forward, tightening the palm guard on his fist as he walked. The extreme black and white skin were intertwined, and the hatred was also heavy.

"You disrupted my plans."

Winslow ignored all the glances falling on him, walked to Jinchen and looked up at him, with a hint of grievance in his dark eyes.

"Brother, you are not obedient."

Jinchen moved the microphone away, pulled Winslow over and hugged him, and quickly coaxed him: "Be good, brother won't fight with you."

"Guaibao, kill them yourself, I'll help you keep watch."

The criminals and murderers in the audience who had not had time to catch Elder and could only stand there as spectators fell silent.

It turns out to be revenge!

Why make such a big fuss? Even the tanks have come out!

But, I only dare to complain in my heart.

Whoever controls the firepower is the boss.

Seeing that Jinchen had no intention of continuing the topic of whether to be a good boy or not, Winslow slightly raised the corners of his lips and nodded.

Winslow was the first to walk towards Wenzhu, who had fallen to the ground with his wheelchair, but still retained the last bit of dignity and tried to wrap himself tightly in a blanket.

"Wen Zhu, do you regret it?"

Winslow slowly squatted beside Wen Zhu, gloomily pulled his hair and forced him to look up so that everyone in the auction hall could see clearly.

"If it weren't for you, nothing would have happened now."

My brother won’t leave me for five years.

Winslow's tone was light and eerie, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, delicate yet empty, with only murderous intent in it.

“Ho…ho!”

Wen Zhu gasped heartbreakingly. The chains in his legs were disturbed by the large movements, causing him excruciating pain.

"I only regret... not killing you earlier! At least..."

Wen Zhu's shoulders suddenly shook, he laughed crazily, his pupils trembled among his hair, and he stared at Winslow, the man he no longer felt familiar with.

"At least that way, I can keep you when... eh! You look most like your mother!"

Winslow's eyes were extremely cold. He suddenly threw away the blanket covering him, grabbed the chain and pulled it out violently.

"what!!!!"

Wen Zhu was like an ugly beast that had been stripped of its skin and flesh, revealing its true form. He trembled in fear under the gazes of everyone, without even the last bit of dignity and face left.

There was a hollow space below the knees, filled with rot and sores.

As the former fighting king and absolute ruler of the dungeon fighting arena, he ended up as a cripple.

The spectators below were all extremely vicious people. When they saw this scene, they only exchanged subtle glances, and the bloody frenzy that was aroused was so great that they cheered throughout the film.

How ironic.

Winslow sneered, strangled Wen Zhu's neck as he tried to struggle, and forced him to look at it all, his tone sarcastic.

"Look, you're so shameful, like trash."

"Oh...you are trash."

Zheng Yi, who was currently a bodyguard hired by Wen Zhu, cursed inwardly, deeply regretting getting involved in this mess, and slipped away without seeing anything.

Jinchen caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, glanced at Duorogo, and signaled to send someone to follow.

Dorogo: “…”

You use it quite well.

"what!"

Another scream was heard, and a sharp dagger stabbed out from the back of Wen Zhu's neck, and he fell heavily off the auction table again.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -30, totaling 65! 】

Warm blood splashed onto Elder's face, who was pinned down. He shuddered for no apparent reason, pretending to be calm and taking a few deep breaths, and said with trembling lips: "Winslow! You can't kill me!"

Winslow threw away the half of the dagger that was broken in Wen Zhu's body, raised his eyelids coldly, and no light could penetrate his dark pupils.

"Aren't you afraid of death? I'm the only one who knows the antidote to the dungeon's poison, and you too!"

Elder struggled forcefully, turned around with half his face covered in blood, and lay on the auction table, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Many of you... were poisoned by me!"

"If you don't save me, you will all die!"

Click!

In response to Elder's impotent rage, Jinchen nonchalantly snapped his fingers, and the sound of ten tanks aiming their guns in unison.

The criminals in the audience: "..."

dare not move.

Don't dare to move at all.

Even if someone is poisoned to death, there is still a period of lingering life, but this thing will be reduced to ashes!

Jinchen patted the microphone and said seriously: "Mr. Elder, don't disrupt the rules of the game, just let my wife kill you obediently."

When Winslow heard this, he glanced at her quickly, smiled awkwardly, and lowered his head without saying a word.

Elder: “…”

Neuropathy!

He stared at Dorogo again, "You are so cunning... you found a pervert to be your killer."

Dorogo was silent for two seconds and adjusted his collar.

Actually, I really want to say that I didn’t do anything and I was just led by this guy.

Winslow's extremely long eyelashes drooped, covering his gray pupils, and he looked at Jinchen somewhat helplessly.

"What about the antidote, brother?"

Winslow actually had some guesses in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm it. If Yun Ran wasn't the antidote storage body specially arranged by Elder, he would have lost the bet...

Jinchen suddenly walked forward, took Winslow into his arms, and rubbed his fur.

"Just listen to his nonsense. I have a solution."

Elder's expression, which had just turned into a happy one, froze. "Impossible."

"No one knows where the antidote is..."

"Yun Ran, he knows how to prepare the antidote."

Jin Chen interrupted Elder's mumbling impatiently, his fierceness leaking out, "What nonsense are you talking about."

Elder was in utter despair.

The last layer of chips is gone...

Several side doors of the auction house were wide open.

The subordinates and assassination team that were supposed to support Elder were all stopped by the tanks on the stage, and no one dared to move forward.

Jinchen hooked Winslow's hand with his slender fingers and played with it, then patted the microphone, "The game continues."

He kicked Elder off the auction table. The old man fell on the steps, his head bleeding. His mental state was extremely bad. "Elder is dead, and the tanks will withdraw."

The people who were frightened by the tanks were ready to move again, but many of them stared at Jinchen and Winslow. It was not a good feeling to have their lives challenged.

The first person they wanted to kill was this person. Not everyone wanted to be used as a pawn.

"Oh, one more thing to add."

Jinchen tilted his head slightly, his handsome eyes revealed a sharp look as he swept over every person with bad intentions, but his tone was calm and casual.

"In order to prevent certain people from seeking revenge, I would like to inform you that all your criminal records are with me."

"Whoever dares to keep an eye on me and Winslow will be listed in the corresponding country's highest inspection bureau."

As soon as these words were spoken, the many pairs of eyes that were staring at him secretly were all stunned, and looked away with a hint of fear, not daring to have any other thoughts anymore.

In just a few minutes, Elder was beaten to death.

The death was horrible and unbearable to watch.

The smell of blood spread throughout the auction hall.

Winslow's eyelashes trembled, and he turned sideways, buried his head in Jinchen's arms, exhaled softly, and wrapped his bandaged arms around Jinchen's waist.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -20, totaling 45! 】