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Chapter 421 The Gentleman Was Very Kind to You

Hearing me say this, she pursed her lips and reluctantly nodded her head before walking towards the two men guarding outside the dark room. I had no idea what she said to the two men.

The two men's faces lit up with joy, and they immediately followed her.

After seeing the person leave, I stealthily moved to the outside of the dark room, opened the door and went in. The construction of the houses here was mostly similar, all filled with cages, holding people from different national boundaries.

Many people either lost their arms and legs or had their tongues cut off. The reason why many were still alive was probably because they could be exchanged for money and had value. Those without value were basically dead. The useless parts of their bodies were dismembered and thrown into the fertile soil of Venom Rose, while the useful parts were preserved and transported to where they were needed. I knew all of this and had seen it with my own eyes five years

ago.

Looking at the old man in the iron cage who was at his last gasp, he had his eyes closed, motionless, his face was deathly pale without a trace of blood, his clothes were ragged and disheveled. The saw teeth were still on his leg, the place where the saw teeth were embedded was still bleeding, the flesh had turned somewhat white, it was unknown how much blood he had lost. If this continued, his leg would probably be ruined.

It seemed that the people here were not planning to treat his injury.

Perhaps alerted by some noise, the old man who had previously had

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his eyes closed suddenly opened them wide and looked at me. His gaze was sharp and his guard was cold.

When he looked at me like that, I was startled. However, after a moment, probably realizing that I meant no harm, he retracted his hostility and closed his eyes again.

I walked up to the iron cage, looking at his wounds. I couldn't help but frown, realizing that I needed to find a way to treat his injuries.

Seeing that I had no intention of leaving, he opened his eyes again and looked at me, asking, "You're not from around here, are you?"

I was taken aback for a moment, hearing his River City accent, truly a bit surprised. I couldn't help but ask. "Are you from River City?"

He also paused for a moment, nodded, and said, "You too?"

I nodded, searching for medicine from my pocket. This medicine was given to me by Marguerite for my whip wounds, it worked very well, so I always carried it with me.

Looking at his leg, I said, "Let me help you with this. If it continues like this, your leg will be ruined."

He glanced down at his own mangled leg, then at the medicine bottle in my hand, and reached out to me, saying, "Give it to me!"

I didn't understand his intentions, but I still handed him the medicine bottle. After seeing him take the bottle, he tore off his already tattered clothes. Then, almost in the blink of an eye, he suddenly pulled the jagged object out of his leg with his bare hands.

"Hiss..." After faintly hearing his pained gasp, I saw him quickly sprinkle medicine on the bloody wound, then swiftly bandage it with torn-off clothing.

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A series of operations, rough and fast, yet as smooth as flowing water.

I was left speechless.

After handling it, he looked at me, his voice hoarse, "Thank you."

I looked at him, with many questions in my heart, but for a moment I didn't know how to ask. In the end, I could only look at him and say, "Old man, live well.”

He paused slightly, glanced at me with his somewhat cloudy eyes, and said nothing.

I knew that most people who were tormented here were filled with caution and defensiveness. Even if I had helped him, it didn't necessarily mean he would trust me. Therefore, I ultimately didn't ask the question that was on my mind.

Regardless of whether he was a police officer or not, and whatever the reason was that he had not been dealt with by Ezra and his group, even if I was curious, I couldn't ask now. Since I had come here and could survive, I had to do something. Even if I didn't have much ability, a spark could still start a prairie fire.

Leaving the dark room, I returned to my room. Marguerite had also come back, holding some fruits I had never seen before in her hand. She handed them to me and asked, "Is the old man alright?"

I shook my head, taking the fruit she handed to me and asked, "What is this?"

"Snake fruit." She began, sitting next to me, looking at me and said, "Ms. Conner, may I ask you some questions?"

Seeing her face full of curiosity, I gave a slight smile and a small nod, "Go ahead and ask, thank you for today." 62 61%

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She shook her head slightly, seemingly unbothered, and looked at me, saying, "By rights, you're a woman brought back by the master from outside. You should either be sold cheaply to Mr. Butcher or forced to work hard in the mountains. But you've been here for so long, it seems like you've been idling in these mountains. The master even asked me

to take care of you. What is your relationship with the master?"