The meat market, which was originally in full swing, suddenly froze.
The customers who were salivating just now felt as if a ball of wet hair was stuck in their throats, making them unable to make any sound.
The boy reluctantly turned his face and saw a very "moist" man.
Ignoring the cobra-like sarcoma on his forehead, this man actually looks quite decent, but his sweat glands seem to have been affected by radiation, and yellow beads of sweat are flowing all the time.
Under the dim sunlight, they look like a layer of yellow.
Brown scales.
"Snake, Lord Snake..."
The butcher, who had been arrogant and in control of the situation just now, was confused and stammered at the moment, "I, I didn't know you didn't plan to sell it.
This sheep was brought by the fourth brother.
He said..."
"Yes, Lord Snake."
When the boy saw the strong man who had just tied him up, he nodded and bowed in front of "Snake Lord" and said with a flattering smile, "This kid has been cheating in our gambling house for three consecutive days.
He was caught today.
According to the rules, it's To compensate for the loss, I touched his pockets and found that there were not even half a bullet, and the chips were all stolen, so this piece of good meat is worth something, so..."
"oh."
Lord Snake smiled like a spring breeze, "Why don't you tell me?"
"Fourth Brother"'s face suddenly turned paler than a butcher's, his legs were trembling, and his voice became more distorted, "I, this, you, your old man, haven't you been busy doing business with the nigger gang these days?"
, I think, I just want to, don’t bother with this little thing—" "Shh..."
Master Snake put a long and slender finger on his thin lips, blew a breath at "Fourth Brother" and said with a smile, "Fourth Brother, what does Master Snake dislike the most?"
"Excuse."
"Fourth Brother" swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice: "Master Snake doesn't like to hear excuses."
"very good."
Master Snake stopped looking at him and narrowed his eyes.
Half of his stern gaze was directed at the butcher, and the other half was distributed to all the customers.
He said calmly, "Once again, this sheep is not for sale.
Is there any problem?"
No.
Everyone in Tombstone Town knows that Mr.
Snake, the boss of "Sirius Gambling House", dislikes two things the most.
Excuse. and questions.
"Master Snake, please take this sheep back, I really don't know!"
The butcher said with a sad face, "I will give you fifty pounds of double-headed beef as a gift.
Don't be too dissatisfied.
There has been too much acid rain outside recently, so it's hard to get meat..."
"No, those who don't know are not guilty.
I don't blame you for this."
Master Snake smiled, grabbed the boy's ankle with one hand, and lifted him up, as if he was carrying a newly born lamb.
"What happened today is that the people in my gambling house did something wrong and delayed you."
After half a day of business, go to the gambling house to get fifty chips, which Master Snake gave you
.
"
"Thank you Master Snake, thank you Master Snake, thank you Master Snake!"
When he heard the word "chip", the butcher's eyes lit up, his face trembled, and he drooled like the customers.
"Don't thank me.
If you want to thank me, thank 'justice'."
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Lord Snake said, "Everyone in Tombstone Town and Fierce Blood Wasteland knows that Lord Snake likes justice the most."
After saying this, Lord Snake carried the boy and walked out as if no one else was around.
The crowd was like a divided tide, making way for them one after another.
Although many people made "gurgling" sounds in their throats and their eyes almost burst into blood when they looked at the boy, no one dared to say "no".
However, there are always exceptions.
"Hey, it's rare to find such a good sheep.
After waiting for a long time, it didn't even let you cut any of the meat.
You guys in Tombstone Town are so unethical!"
"Bang!"
A strong man wearing level 3 armor and with a face full of tattoos stopped in front of Master Snake and slapped a thick rucksack on the ground.
It was heavy and filled with scrap car spring steel and freshly sharpened knives.
Spring steel is a good raw material for making combat knives, especially the spring steel for heavy-duty trucks.
Coupled with the rapid advancement of doomsday technology after nuclear war, the sword is made of swords.
It is both strong and soft, and its hair-breaking blade can really cut most armors in two. .
Therefore, this thing, like bullets, is a hard currency in the wilderness.
"I have plenty of money!"
The strong man with tattoos on his face stared at the boy's hand, licked his lips and said, "My life belongs to Lord Snake, I only want one of his hands!"
Lord Snake looked at the strong man.
The strong man looked at Master Snake arrogantly, and the two companions behind him also tightened their spring steel backpacks and grasped the sharp knives and pistols at their waists.
"You are the steel merchants of the 'Steel Flower City'."
Lord Snake laughed, "'Scrap Iron Gang', right?"
"That's right."
The tattooed brawny man said proudly, "The materials from our Scrap Iron Gang can make the fastest knife in the Blood Wasteland!"
"oh."
Lord Snake nodded, "Want to eat your hand?"
"Want to eat!"
The tattooed brawny man said forcefully, "We have money, but we have been eating windy sand in the wilderness for half a month, and we have to eat one hand today!"
"clear."
Master Snake didn't even look back, "Fourth Brother, give me the dagger so that our friends from Steel Flower City can know the hospitality of Tombstone Town."
"Yes, Lord Snake."
"Fourth Brother" didn't understand what Lord Snake was going to do, but his guilty conscience and fear made him react quickly, and his hands touched a delicate dagger wrapped in calfskin.
What happened next was something no one saw or expected.
"Ouch!
Ouch!
Ouch!"
After three sounds, which were lighter than wind blowing catkins, the scorpion shell scabbard on the waist of the tattooed strong man was empty.
"Fourth Brother"'s left hand flew high into the air, and was struck by a sharp and sharp knife from the palm of his hand.
It was pierced through, and the sharp knife was firmly in Master Snake's hand.
Everyone's faces became extremely ugly.
The tattooed strong man looked at the empty scorpion shell scabbard on his waist, his face turned ashen.
The Scrap Iron Gang also makes knives themselves.
They can beat the fastest knives in the Fierce Blood Wasteland, and naturally they can also swing this knife at the fastest speed.
But his knife ended up in Master Snake's hands, and he didn't even see what was going on.
"Fourth Brother" was even more dumbfounded as he looked at his left arm that was broken at the wrist.
He was sweating like rain.
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He couldn't say a word and didn't dare to scream.
If Lord Snake wants to chop off his hand, then even spitting out blood will be considered a crime.
"please."
Master Snake slowly, slowly, slowly handed over the opponent's knife, along with "Fourth Brother's" left hand, "The hand you want."
The tattooed man's lips moved, like the "Fourth Brother", with beads of sweat on his forehead.
He glanced at the boy who was still being held upside down by Lord Snake and said nothing.
"I know that you think the meat of this hand is too old and want to eat this sheep's hand, but let me tell you, the owner of this hand was once the best spectator at Sirius Gambling House, and his hands were treated with potion every day.
Soaked and moved countless times, every piece is alive, not aged at all, and chewy enough to ensure deliciousness. " Master Snake looked at the strong man with tattoos and almost stabbed the tip of the knife into his nose, "Fairness, Master Snake is absolutely fair in what he does."
"Thanks……" The tattooed strong man looked at the sharp tip of the knife and said dejectedly, "Thank you Lord Snake, then, we want this hand, how much, how much?"
"Fifty strips of spring steel."
Lord Snake said.
"What?"
The tattooed brawny man's eyes widened, "Master Snake, it's not that we can't afford it.
Do you know how many knives and how many hands can be chopped with fifty pieces of spring steel in the Fierce Blood Wasteland?
Let's negotiate the price!
" "Okay, one hundred pieces of spring steel."
Lord Snake said.
"This, this!"
The tattooed brawny man was trembling all over, "Master Snake, our Scrap Iron Gang——" "Two hundred strips of spring steel."
Master Snake smiled and said, "This is my last bid, but it's not one hand, it's seven, seven hands, two hundred pieces of spring steel.
This price is very fair."
Lord Snake smiled while looking at the hands of the tattooed man and his two companions.
Three scrap metal gang members, each with two hands, totaling six.
The Scrap Iron Gang has six hands, plus "Fourth Brother"'s one hand, doesn't it mean there are exactly seven hands?
The tattooed man understood.
Looking at Lord Snake, at the knife in Lord Snake's hand and the hand on the knife, and then at the countless pairs of malicious eyes around him, he gritted his teeth, trembled, and reluctantly said: "...Okay, deal, But there are only fifty here, and the rest of the inventory is in the Negro Gang’s warehouse.”
"It doesn't matter, Lord Snake believes you."
Snake Master said, "People who like to eat hands have good taste, and people with good taste will always have a good reputation.
We are all good friends.
Tombstone Town welcomes all distinguished guests.
If you have time in the evening, you might as well go to Tianlang Gambling House. , each person gets one hundred chips, and Master Snake gives them away for free.
If you are lucky, you might win back two hundred spring steels in one night."
The eyes of the three scrap metal gangsters also lit up like the butcher.
"Don't worry, no one dares to play tricks at Tianlang Casino."
Lord Snake shook the boy in his hand, "Unless he wants to become the meat on the chopping board."
"yes."
The tattooed strong man said with some regret, "Master Snake's justice is well known even in Steel Flower City."
Master Snake smiled, kicked the spring steel on the ground, and said loudly: "Butcher, come here, weigh the steel here, how much there is, exchange it for meat, and divide it equally among everyone present.
Master Snake will compensate everyone for their losses.
After eating the meat, we all come to the gambling house and have ten chips per person, all of which will be recorded in Master Snake’s account!”
People inside and outside the meat market suddenly cheered and applauded. … The boy was carried upside down by Master Snake and left the meat market.
The whole world turned upside down, the lead clouds and purple sun seemed to turn into a swaying sea, while the smelly and sticky earth turned into a black sky.
They passed by "Old John's Automobile Shop" which was adding armor and rams to off-road vehicles, passed by a gladiatorial tent where a black market boxing match was taking place that emitted a strong smell of blood, and passed by a black-gang gang that made deafening noises all day long.
The knife-making shop passed by the witchcraft shop, which was full of stench and had dozens of cauldrons boiling unknown grease and oil.
People covered with abscesses, people covered with sarcomas, people with scales and sharp claws, people covered in bloody clothes, people wearing armor and strutting around carrying shotguns, people with disheveled hair praying to gods, a group of demons dancing around, Like a ghost.
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In the end, the boy was captured and taken back to the starting point of the meat market, the Sirius Casino.
The boy was already a little frightened, and he was so dizzy from being lifted upside down that he couldn't think at all.
When he recovered a little, he realized that he had been taken to a room in the deepest part of the gambling house that he had never seen before.
"Click."
Master Snake locked the door, and there were only two of them in the room.
The only ventilation window was welded shut by an iron grille.
There is also a cabinet, a TV, and a bed.
This bed is big and comfortable.