"Little bastard, please tell your name and don't hide it at all———"

The bald strong man standing in front of the stove strode over, stretched out his short, thick and strong fingers, grabbed the young man's head hard, pulled his whole body back, and squeezed a very ugly smile from his face full of rou, and said in a deep voice: "If you ask, just answer honestly———"

"Willomolson...Willomolson Singer."

The young man felt that his throat was almost broken, and he struggled to produce every syllable.

"Very good, it seems we started very well."

The man in black sitting behind the desk finally raised his head, revealing a thin and pale face. He turned over the document he was just writing, dipped in ink, wrote the young man's name on the upper left end of the blank paper on another page, raised his head, and asked coldly: "Address?"

“Land D, East Sixth Street, No. 15.”

With the experience just now, the young man has already understood the huge gap between himself and the other party. Although he is angry and panicked, he no longer resists, but continues with the answers the other party needs.

"Um!"

The man in black snorted without comment and asked blankly: "What is the relationship between you and Steelna Crimo?"

"She, she is my aunt. Why..." The young man named Singh felt a little strange about this question.

The man in black did not give him any chance to ask, and interrupted directly as cold as ice: "According to the confession of Steelna Crimo, you participated in a secret meeting at No. 13, South Twenty-Nine Street four days ago. The theme of the meeting was conspiracy to rebel 1, opposing the merger between the Empire and the Longteng Corps. There were many confessions, and at the meeting, you had expressed disrespect for the Lord's lord many times. Not only that, you also participated in four slave transactions, six livestock slaves and wounded slave cases. All the evidence shows that you were the mastermind, and according to the results agreed by the primary court, you will be sentenced to hang———”

“……you, what did you say?”

Singer opened his mouth blankly, and every muscle on his face was filled with unconcealed horror. Every word the man in black said seemed to be a huge rock that had fallen heavily from the top of his head. It destroyed reason, crushed thinking, crushed the heart, and smashed the fixed consciousness building in his brain and collapsed.

"Hang...hang..." His voice was dry and difficult, and his throat seemed to be filled with sand.

"In addition to Steelna Crimo, there are six other confessions showing that you have participated in the above case. The evidence is undoubtedly conclusive——"

The man in black pulled open the trunk, took out a document and threw it on the table. His face was as stiff as a dead body, revealing a hint of wrinkles and sarcasm that seemed to have been peeled off.

"It is indeed very cruel to let a person die for no reason. Take a look at it yourself! You can convince yourself when you walk on the gallows."

That is a certificate of reference.

Murder, animal slave, abuse slave, participate in the black market j Yi, plotting to rebel 1...

Each crime is carefully described in thousands of words. At the end, the two words "death crime" are marked in bold black characters and brackets. Next to it are handwritten signatures attached to the proof, as well as shocking, blood-red fingerprints of fingerprints.

Steelna Crimo, Clarence Fairwin, Jonk Edvinson, Buince Widdie...

Everyone knows Singh. It should even be said that... is very familiar.

They are their aunts, uncles, closest partners... and their beloved woman, the fiancée who will hold a wedding next month.

Everyone accused him of guilt, his confession was harsh and his words were mean. The confession included accurate time, place, and the names and addresses of the accomplices involved. Each crime was irrefutable, and the writing was clear. According to the above evidence and sentencing standards, it was enough for him to go to the gallows ten times.

Singer's eyes were already blood-red. He stared at the documents placed on the desktop with an almost crazy attitude. The distance was very close enough for him to see each one clearly. The signatures, fingerprints... Whether true or false, they were like sharp nails, deeply penetrated into his brain and pierced into his painful and angry heart.

He had never participated in any so-called conspiracy of rebellion, nor did he say things like "drive away the lord" and "get out of the empire" as described in his confession. As for animal slaves, abuse of slaves, population transactions... they were not imperial citizens with formal identities. Killing and trading slaves were regarded as legal in the wilderness and even in the entire wasteland world. Why, why should these inexplicable crimes be imposed on me?

"Emperor, dead————"

The man in black ignored the crazy roar that broke out from Singer's mouth. He picked up a simple-packed eight-tailed book from the table, flipped it around casually, and said with a smile: "According to the latest laws just issued by the Lord, all actions of ignoring slaves and causing personal harm to them will be considered illegal. Just last night, you also participated in a collective /yin/1 incident of multiple people/wheel/j female slaves. Even if you put aside the other charges before, you will definitely die just by just doing this.

"No! You, you can't do this. I don't want to die! I don't want to! I don't want to——"

Under the shadow of death, Singer's will collapsed. He screamed incoherently. Military families have always been a noble-like existence in the imperial social class. Slaves are just playthings, and the word "wheel j" has nothing to do with female slaves. Many people in the Black Prison City like to share beautiful slaves. Especially at high-end banquets held by some officials, in front of all the guests, the cleaned young slaves were brought to the center of the hall to slaughter on the spot, cut into thin pieces, made into skewers with iron chisels, and baked on fire. This kind of scene is very common, and people do not feel that it is excessive or cruel, and they are happy about it.

"It's not up to you to decide whether to die or not."

The expression of the man in black did not change at all. He looked coldly at the young criminal tied up in shackles and said lightly: "Everything must be followed by the law----"

The voice was as cold as ice. However, Singer heard from it that it was obviously beneficial to him, and it was also a hidden part that the other party had not yet said. He immediately howled wildly, "Tell me! Should, what should I do?"

"Frankly confess and be lenient, resist strictness————"

The man in black pulled open the trunk, took out another thick stack of blank documents, put the steel placed next to him into the ink bottle, looked at the young man with hope in his eyes meaningfully, and said in a cold tone of the sign of Xing: "Supply a complicant, and the guilt on your body can be reduced. The more you say, the greater your chances of survival. If you can provide some important situations that we have not yet grasped, and you can make meritorious service and receive awards, I can also plead with the judge and acquit you in court----"

Singer suddenly raised his head, looked at him in astonishment, and asked stammeringly: "Same...agreeable?"

"You can say it or not. No one is forcing you."

The man in black swept his eyes like a cold ray, and his tone was still cold and rigid: "I said, you can never die. If you don't say it, I'll send you to the gallows now----"

"I, I, I...what should I say?"

Singer only felt that his brain was mixed. The words of the man in black were also entangled in countless familiar and strange images in his thinking space. It was so difficult to tell what the real reality was. Friends, relatives, smiling and kind faces instantly turned into hideous beasts. They swarmed from all directions, surrounded themselves in the middle, opened their mouths full of sharp fangs, and scrambled to bite their bodies.

Heart-wrenching pain does not come from the heart, but from the true body.

"I don't have so much time to play with you. Saka, teach him some lessons———"

As the man in black said coldly, the burly and thick bald man standing beside him walked forward with a grin. He took out a sharp-cornered knife from the belt behind his waist, pressed Singer's abdomen with his left hand, and stabbed the knife in his right hand into the upper part of his navel, cutting a small mouth about five centimeters long. The position of the knife was very accurate, and it did not hurt the internal organs. It only broke the muscles and skin, revealing the slippery intestinal duct coiled by purple blood vessels.

He stretched out his fingers, bent, and penetrated into the crack in the deafening screams, flexibly hooked a small section of the intestinal tube out of his body. Although he was tied up and unable to move, Singer could lower his head to see the wall of the tube bulging out from the surface of his belly. It was very slippery, and the surface seemed to be wrapped in a thin layer of oil. As he breathed, he was still shrinking and squirming.

Nothing can be more remarkable than seeing the internal organs of his body. The fear that cannot be described in words instantly occupied the entire brain's thinking space. Torturing by pain, he screamed desperately, tears of pain or despair flowing out of the corners of his eyes, and his whole body trembled and wailed: "I said, I said everything———"

"I don't want to hear boring nonsense."

The man in black was cold and placed on the desk with his hands on his face, his voice deep and solemn: "Speak the names of twenty accomplices and you can change the sentence to temporary imprisonment."

"I said! I will say whatever you want me to say———"

The expression on Singer's face was as crazy as if a man on the verge of drowning suddenly grabbed the straw and shouted desperately.

A faint smile appeared on the thin lips of the man in black, and the irony was completely uncovered. He nodded, reached out and picked up the pen in the ink bottle, signaling the strong man standing next to him to take out the bandage and yao products from the medical box, and said calmly: "Start! Come one by one. Remember what I just said——Every time you confess one more criminal, the lighter your crime will be."

......

The 1st slightest impact on the peace inside the palace. The sky was already dark and lights were on everywhere. The imperial garrison troops that were originally responsible for the security of the palace had been completely replaced, and more than 600 evolved warriors from the "Extreme Warriors" Legion replaced them as new guards. On the premise of ensuring that there was no 1 in the outer part of the palace, the guardian power began to turn to areas with torture as the main direction.

Blanche and Gliffiz were still staying in the temporary office outside the study and had a fierce debate with Lin Xiang. But in terms of the tone and tone of each other, they had less fire. They were more calm, without hard-to-hard collisions, only compromise, default, and Ning Ding shrouded in reason.

"Why do we deliberately create so many cases? Even animal slaves and abuse are listed as must-punishment projects, which sounds unreasonable. You know, this is considered legal in any force or family territory. Doing so...is equivalent to declaring war on other neighboring institutions."

Blanche's tone was still strong, but she could clearly hear her surrender to the current facts and a little unwillingness in her words.

"I said that between ten million and one million, I can only choose the former."

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"But they are slaves! They are slaves!"

Blanche repeatedly emphasized this crucial word: "They have no resources, no living materials, and they cannot even control their own lives. Even if they double the number, what's the use? As long as they open the granary, there are refugees in the wilderness———"

“Precisely because they are slaves, they only need a piece of bread to get their support———”

Lin Xiang pointed out the key to the problem: "The Imperial People Group already has too many interests. They don't look down on this bread at all. They need weapons, territory, and even autonomy completely independent of Longteng's lord. They are so greedy... They only see the favorable side of themselves, but have not considered the possible consequences of daring to anger me. The negotiations under San Loca City have been continuing. According to the telegram from Wang Biao, the Imperial People Group does not accept the emperor's will. They just want to get a bigger cake from Mix 1."

“We can make appropriate concessions.”

Blanche frowned and said seriously: "As long as they are willing to accept, we can recruit nearly 100,000 troops. The overall military force can immediately expand several times."

"They will never be loyal to Long Tengling. Besides, I don't plan to give these guys any benefits----"

Lin Xiang said lightly: "The population of slaves is ten times that of military groups. If you take them into account, you will pay much less."

Blanche strongly distinguished: "But they are still slaves after all, they have nothing. Soldiers are different..."

"Then give them all the things you need----"

Lin Xiang raised his tone and roared: "Give them weapons, give them bread, and give them formal and legal free civil status. Raising a group of obedient pigs is much better than raising a group of wolves with ulterior motives----"

The deaf roar made Blanche stunned on the spot. She subconsciously took a step back half a step, looking at Lin Xiang behind the desk with a pale face. After a few minutes, her hot mind gradually cooled down. She took a deep breath, bowed forward, and said in a gentle tone as possible: "Your Excellency, please forgive my rudeness. I hope you can understand that I did not intend to anger your majesty."

The light shone on Lin Xiang's tense face, reflecting a faint light like water waves. He slowly slowed down his facial muscles, nodded slightly, and pointed to the sand placed in the corner of the wall opposite: "Sit down, we should have a good talk."

Gliffiz didn't speak, but just listened quietly to every word the two people said.

"From a normal perspective, incorporating a military group is indeed the best choice for a complete annexation of the empire. However, fairness is the only truth in the world. When the effort and reward are simply disproportionate, and even if they are extorted but have to be forced to accept it, they must abandon the original booked plan and find a new way out."

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Chapter completed!