Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

"Look, boss, it's the man above."

Fang Zhuo looked at Zhao Qi's fingers.

Kneeling on the high platform was a naked man with his head bowed, his hands were tied behind his back, his body was covered with flesh and skin, and welts were intertwined.

"I heard that this man just escaped after committing a crime. When Brother Tao sent someone to arrest him, he broke three people. It's just such a big stone..." Zhao Qi compared the size with his hands, "Just take it The brains of the two were smashed out, if he hadn't been seriously injured, Brother Tao and the others might not have been able to restrain him."

Fang Zhuo imagined that scene, and was disgusted.

"What was his injury?"

Zhao Qi pointed to his head, "The collapse of mental strength is also thanks to this brother's strong willpower. Otherwise, he must have gone crazy."

Fang Zhuo hasn't done much research on mental power and current human genes. In short, he should be better than ordinary people.

I don't know if the buddy on stage is the mission target.

Fang Zhuodao looked at Zhao Qi, "I've taken a fancy to this man, take a picture of him."

Zhao Qi immediately raised his hand and called for the price: "Twenty-five thousand."

All of a sudden, he shook off the first asking price of five thousand star coins.

There was an uproar at the scene, and someone immediately shouted, "Thirty-five thousand."

"forty thousand."

"Forty-five thousand."

Zhao Qi didn't dare to ask the price any more, and turned to look at his boss.

Fang Zhuo looked at the bearded bidder and raised his hand, "Sixty thousand!"

"Seven..." The other party stopped in time, his eyes seemed to be looking at the mentally retarded, "Just such a thing is worth [-], idiot."

Fang Zhuo raised the corners of his eyes, "Who is the idiot scolding?"

Zhao Qisan rolled up his sleeves in twos and threes, ready to fight.

The other party's mouth moved a few times, but he didn't dare to make another sound.

The man on the stage could only be regarded as good-looking, but his figure was good, his muscles were strong and beautiful, and his figure was slender. His wheat-colored skin was covered with light sweat, which was illuminated by the sun with a charming luster, and his whole body exuded a sexy hormonal atmosphere.

"It's exciting to look at, and it will definitely be cool when you go up."

"Boss Song has changed one in three or two days, and I don't know if he can bear it."

"You don't understand this. Some people are very talented, and steel guns are not bad."

Brother, if you think too much, I can't do anything.

Fang Zhuo eavesdropped openly, shaking his head in his heart. In the deepest memory of the original owner, there is a shocking secret——

His little bird is just a display, neither for men nor women.

For this reason, he has tried many people, from Loli Yujie to young and old uncles. Before he started touching, he was so disgusted that he rushed to the toilet and threw up in the toilet.

It seems that in this world, he wants to be a man with a pure heart and ascetic desires.

The slave wore a collar around his neck, and there was a thin iron chain on the collar. The auctioneer handed over the other end of the chain, "Have a good time."

Fang Zhuo took the chain and yanked it hard, "Get up, follow me."

The man knelt and did not move.

"Don't be stubborn with me, get up." Fang Zhuo ordered.

The pair of drooping eyelids opened slightly, and Fang Zhuo found that his eyes were actually blue, like the blue sea water in the cold winter, revealing the bone-chilling coldness.

Fang Zhuo's heart trembled, he cleared his throat, and asked him: "Is it because of the pain that I can't walk, or I don't want to go with me."

The man said, "Go away."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Seeing that he dared to disobey, Zhao Qi kicked him over, "Boss, I'll take care of him, you get in the car first."

Fang Zhuo handed him the chain and said, "Be polite."

Zhao Qi: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

As soon as Fang Zhuo left, Zhao Qi locked the chain on the back of the car like an animal, got into the car and hit the gas pedal.

Looking at the receding scenery all around, and the empty passenger seat, Fang Zhuo was bewildered, "What about others?"

Zhao Qi: "According to your instructions, tie it behind and run with the car!"

"When did I give the order!" Fang Zhuo was about to die of fright, the little slave was running a fever, what if he was really the protagonist and got killed.

"Stop, stop for me!"

As soon as the car stopped, Fang Zhuo hurried out.

The man was dragged for nearly 500 meters, the entire back skin was almost worn off, and it was red all over, Fang Zhuo's scalp was numb, he breathed out, heaved a sigh of relief, luckily he just passed out.

"Look at the fart!" Fang Zhuo was so angry that his eyes turned black, "Why don't you come and help me!"

"Oh, good." Zhao Qi ran over in a daze, picked up the man with Fang Zhuo, and stuffed him into the car.

Along the way, Zhao Qi didn't even dare to breathe loudly. The boss used to say "be polite", which meant to punish people to death, and he didn't know why he was going crazy today.

The cramp boss was holding the slave's dirty hand, touching it pervertedly, without the expected numbness, he inserted his fingers unwillingly, and clasped them together.

The results were equally disappointing.

Zhao Qi glanced at the rearview mirror, his eyeballs almost popped out, why did he pull his hand!

Fang Zhuo warned, "Drive hard and look ahead."

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Qi shrank his neck, not daring to touch him again.

Back at the base camp, the people who were lying on the ground with their corpses had already got up, and the wine bottles on the ground were also cleaned up.

Seeing Fang Zhuo enter the door, he immediately bowed neatly, "Hi, boss." It was like a blockbuster.

Fang Zhuo suppressed his upturned tail, gave a steady "hmm", and signaled Zhao Qi to bring him into the room.

The man was lying on the bed, frowning tightly. Fang Zhuo fetched water for him to wipe himself. When he passed by the bird's nest, he casually flipped the veil off.

"Boss, the doctor is here."

Zhao Qi brought an old man in. The old man was carrying a dilapidated medicine box, and he walked tremblingly. From his face to his hands, his skin was wrinkled into dead bark.

Fang Zhuo saw that he was so old that he couldn't walk steadily, so he stretched out his hand to help, but the old man threw it away angrily, "You don't need to help me!"

Oh, now that I think about it, the original owner of the scumbag thought that a pure and pure woman could save him, and even forcibly snatched the civilian girl, and it was the old doctor's granddaughter.

Although the person was released later, no one wanted to believe that the little girl was innocent.

The little girl cried for three days and three nights, and even committed suicide.

Fang Zhuo: "..."

I really can't wash it off even if I jump into the Yellow River.

Human life is at stake, the old man didn't hesitate because of personal grudges, he quickly took out the equipment from the medicine box and began to diagnose.

Seeing the rapidly changing and rapidly rising data on the screen, the gray eyebrows furrowed suddenly, then relaxed as if nothing had happened, and finally turned serious.

"I want to take this man back for treatment."

"No." What to do if people wake up and run away, Fang Zhuo said, "It's treated here."

The old man sneered, "You don't have enough medicines and equipment here. Think about it, if someone dies, your [-] star coins will be for nothing."

The man burned badly, and there was blood on his back. Fang Zhuo moved his mouth and compromised, "I will pick him up in three days."

The old man snorted, Zhao Qi helped him carry him home, and sent two more people to watch over him.

The person who seemed to be the target of the mission left, and Fang Zhuo was not idle. He needed to rectify the business left by the original owner.

The original owner's income is mainly to collect protection fees, twice a month, only collecting money, not doing anything.

The people from the East Street next door came to rob and smash up if they had nothing to do, but the original owner not only ignored it, but even brought his brother to watch the excitement.

In addition to his physical problems, he also has mental problems, and he loves to watch people being bullied.

The more painful others were, the happier he felt. Every time he watched the excitement, it was equivalent to an orgasm, and he was also addicted.

Not just sick.

Thinking of these bad things, Fang Zhuo had a headache, and asked Zhao Qi, "How many people do we have?"

"236."

Fang Zhuo let out a wow, and immediately regained his spirits, "So many?" It turns out that I am still a bully.

"Yes, dozens of new ones have been added recently, all of which are aimed at you."

Fang Zhuo tapped his hand on the handrail, "Assign them to each group of ten people, five people in a group, and patrol the streets 24 hours a day. People from the East Street should dare to come over and beat them to death."

Zhao Qi was very surprised.

Fang Zhuo explained lightly, "I used to be confused. Since I received money, I have to do things, so that I can develop sustainably."

Zhao Qi was very efficient in handling affairs, and quickly arranged the matter.

Not all the residents of No. [-] Mine Planet are criminals.Among them are the soldiers and orphans of the defeated party in the civil war, and there are also good people who have been framed as scapegoats or offended the powerful.

They escaped here through untold hardships. Although they were forced to abide by the bloody rules of survival, their desire for stability was always there, and they were willing to spend money to buy peace.

It's a pity that it's unlucky to meet a garbage street bully. Everyone is dissatisfied and even wants to kill him.

However, in the past two days, they discovered that the protection fee they had paid had actually begun to work. As soon as the little bastard on East Street stepped into the site on West Street, he was beaten up and screamed.

Regarding the reaction of the people, Zhao Qi wrote down everything and reported it to Fang Zhuo verbatim. Two hours had passed by the time he finished talking.

Seeing him shut up, Fang Zhuo felt alive again, "How is my little slave?" This is what he cares most about.

"I just sent someone to pick it up, and it has already been sent to bed for you."

Fang Zhuo hurriedly stood up, "I'll go and have a look first."

Zhao Qi closed the report, took out a dozen condoms from his trouser pocket, and stuffed them all in one go.

"Boss, have fun, I'll get you two more if it's not enough."

Big brother, don't talk about it, your boss and I don't need half of it.

Fang Zhuo felt bitter, walked into the room with the condom in his mouth, and flushed it all down the toilet.

The level of medical care in this era is against the sky, and the wound on the human skin on the bed has healed. Fang Zhuo knew that he was not asleep, so he stretched out his hand.

The man was surprisingly calm, without any nervousness and anxiety that normal people should have, and his calmness was terrifying.

Fang Zhuo didn't think deeply, he squeezed and scratched the hands tied behind the back of the little slave, turned his back and whispered, "How is it?"

After a data wavelength appeared on the communicator, 233 sent a message, [Unable to determine. 】