Chapter 4182: Price Increase

In his eyes, the only thing he cares about is profit. If he can't make money, then he should die.

"Yes, boss, we will do as you tell us."

The gallows was ready. I don't know how many people were executed in this place. A crossbeam was worn by the rope for a long time, and a deep groove appeared.

A hemp rope was tied on it, and the hemp rope was tied into a knot. The neck of the person who was to be executed would be put on it.

Under the gallows was a platform built with wooden boards. People could stand on it, but the wooden boards in the middle were movable and there was a mechanism that could be opened.

When people stood on it and activated the mechanism, they would step on empty space, and the weight of their bodies would be added to their necks. The hemp rope would tighten, making it impossible to breathe and finally suffocate to death.

Pierre was let down from the rope, and his consciousness was already blurred. Two people carried his body and walked to the gallows. His life was about to come to an end.

Anyway, his hopes could not be realized, so he might as well die here, which was also his final destination.

The two men followed the boss's instructions and tied two iron balls to Pierre's ankles. The two iron balls weighed 40 kilograms in total, which greatly accelerated the speed of death.

"Another person is going to be hanged, this time it's a slave."

"I heard that it seems to be a rebellion against the master. He really doesn't want to live anymore, and it's not a pity to die."

"Seeing that the iron balls on his feet are gone, this time he will probably die soon. I bet he can only hold on for two minutes."

The onlookers didn't care about Pierre's background, but when this happened, everyone was very happy and could happily gamble again.

Perhaps this was Pierre's last use value. Pierre's neck was tied with a rope, just waiting for the last order.

The seller glared at Pierre fiercely, and hundreds of dollars flew away. Since no one wanted this slave, he would be hanged publicly for everyone to watch.

"You have to understand that no one dares to go against my will here. A slave has no right to negotiate with me. What about human rights?"

"Really? You will be punished."

"You still dare to be stubborn. I wonder if you can still say that later?"

The time is almost up. There is only half a minute left. The seller is too lazy to wait any longer and waved his hand.

The people on the stage understood the meaning of this gesture, so they pulled the mechanism, the wooden board fell down, and Pierre's whole body was hung up.

The two iron balls under his feet pulled his body down, and the hemp rope around his neck tightly tightened Pierre's neck. After a while, Pierre's face turned red and his blood could not circulate.

He struggled with all his strength, but the two iron balls hanging on his feet pulled his legs tightly, and he couldn't move at all. Pierre's breathing became more and more difficult, and he saw the coming of death in a trance.

"Look, this guy can't hold on any longer."

"I told you he can't hold on for more than two minutes. He'll kick his legs and die soon."

"Damn it, hold on a little longer. I bet three minutes. Isn't this going to make me lose money?"

The onlookers made a series of comments. Some people still felt unwilling and wanted to see Pierre hold on a little longer so that they wouldn't lose money.

Whoosh...

A sharp sound of breaking through the air.

It passed in front of everyone.

Then the hemp rope hanging on the crossbar broke, and Pierre fell off the gallows and rolled to the ground.

No one knew what happened, especially Pierre who fell to the ground. He subconsciously thought that the hemp rope broke by itself and he was lucky to have saved his life.

Without this feeling of falling, Pierre hurriedly gasped for breath. At this point, he finally understood that it was really good to be alive. If he died, there would be nothing left.

"What happened? Did the rope break by itself?"

"How is this possible? The rope is made of elephant skin and can even lift a truck. How can one person break it?"

"You see the rope seems to be cut!"

Someone noticed that the broken ends of the hemp rope were neat, and it was obvious that a sharp blade had cut the rope.

Who dared to come here to make trouble and break the rules of such a place? Everyone was watching happily and looking around to see who dared to make trouble.

The seller also stood up. It was his own business to deal with slaves. When did he have to intervene in such a matter?

A military green jeep drove towards this side. The car was very fast and there was no intention to slow down when it arrived here. A cloud of dust was rolled up behind the car.

Suddenly, it braked suddenly, and the front of the car almost hit the seller. After stopping, Xu Qiang jumped out of the car and stood in front of the seller.

The seller was terrified. If he had braked a little later, he would have been hit. Who was this idiot who did such a bold thing?

"Boss... I want this guy!"

Xu Qiang pointed at Pierre who was lying on the ground. Although he arrived a few seconds late, he was just in time and caught up.

Dust filled the place. The seller boss fanned with his hands and coughed a few times. He waited until the dust gradually dissipated before he could see the face of the one-armed young man in front of him clearly.

"Who are you? Don't you understand the rules of the mercenary battlefield? You dare to break the rules here."

"Sorry, this is my first time here. I may not be familiar with the rules. Let me introduce myself first. I am the leader of the Cold Sword Mercenary Group. My name is Xu Qiang."

After saying that, Xu Qiang stretched out his hand. This underground black market has its own rules. No matter who you are, you have to follow the rules when you come here.

The boss was originally full of anger. He wanted to find someone to beat Xu Qiang up, but his eyes were fixed on the thing between Xu Qiang's fingers.

There was a gold bar between his fingers. This gold bar was worth at least tens of thousands of US dollars, which was much more than the money he got from selling this slave.

He quickly stretched out his hand and shook Xu Qiang's hand. He rubbed the gold bar with his palm a few times. As a person who often does black market business, he only needs to touch his palm to know whether the gold is real or fake.

"Okay, okay, so you are here to buy this slave."

The seller boss also smiled and became less nervous. No matter when, gold is a good thing.

"If that's the case, I'll take the person away."

Xu Qiang didn't want to cause any trouble, so he gave the boss a gold bar to shut up this kind of person. As for whether this Pierre was worth the price, he could only verify it later.

However, his idea was wrong at this time. The matter could have been solved by giving a hundred dollars, but Xu Qiang gave a gold bar, and the seller's mind changed immediately.

He didn't know why Xu Qiang gave a gold bar all of a sudden, just for such a slave, as if the slave was not worth the price. Since the other party could pay so much, it meant that the business could continue.

"It's okay, but I think we should discuss the price again."

"Oh? Are you still not satisfied with what I gave you?"

The seller smiled. Who in the world thinks that money is redundant, and the more you give, the better.

Human greed is a bottomless pit, and it will never be satisfied. Since Xu Qiang is willing to pay a gold bar, he doesn't mind paying one more.

Xu Qiang seemed to see that this person was dissatisfied, and he also realized that he had done something wrong, so he stared at the boss.

"As far as I know, his price is only one hundred dollars. What I've given you is far more than that."

"That's just the previous price. Since you're willing to offer this price, this person must be very useful to you. Of course, you have to raise the price."

The seller said greedily. He wanted to ask for more, and he firmly believed that Xu Qiang would definitely pay for this money.

Xu Qiang frowned. He was indeed a profiteer. A gold bar couldn't satisfy his appetite. It was estimated that she would ask for more.

"According to you, how much do you think I should offer? Or how much money do you want before you are willing to hand the person over to me."