The times were progressing, and so were the slave owners' methods of controlling their slaves. From the initial whips and chains, to the current housing slaves, car slaves, card slaves, and other invisible shackles. Although the methods were improving, the essence didn't change much.
What was different was that the slaves in the past were suppressed by whips and chains, but they were always unwilling to be slaves. Once they had the chance, they would fight back and even overthrow the slave owners. But now, many people didn't know that they had become slaves. They were still working hard, thinking that they could change their lives and realize their ideals. However, the majority of people were still slaves. The crocodiles at the top of the food chain only needed to move their mouths to turn these slaves from rich to poor. And these slaves who were plundered could only blame their bad luck.
It had to be said that these slave owners were indeed very clever. They had fully mobilized the enthusiasm of the slaves in their eyes. Because only by making these slaves work willingly could they maximize their status and create wealth for them.
And these high and mighty slave owners didn't have mercy in their hearts. Even if they had mercy, they wouldn't give it to the slaves below.
"Rather be friends with a nation than a slave." This was the face of a slave owner like Song Lian.
Therefore, for Song Lian, the first thing to ensure was their own interests. As for other ethnic groups and people, it didn't matter to him.
"Well, I'm very happy to talk with you this time." Qin Lang sneered. He flicked his finger and a red flame fell on the back of Song Lian's hand.
This flame wasn't actually very hot. It even felt a little cold. But after a moment, it brought Song Lian a bone-deep pain. Even his soul seemed to feel a burning pain.
"Ah … you brat, what are you doing!" Song Lian cried out in pain.
The experts behind Song Lian reacted and attacked Qin Lang together. However, they were easily kicked back by Qin Lang's foot. Although these two were also experts at the Martial Saint level, they weren't on the same level as Qin Lang.
However, Qin Lang had no intention of killing them, at least not yet.
Song Lian was in so much pain that his face turned green. He immediately wanted to extinguish the spark, but the spark was like a maggot attached to the bone. No matter what he did, it couldn't be extinguished. Moreover, the pain it brought to Song Lian was unimaginable.
"Killing you directly is too easy."
Qin Lang's tone was calm. "After being burned to death by the Red Lotus Industries, you won't even have the chance to reincarnate. It will slowly burn your flesh and bones into ashes. That's right, if you want to live, you should chop off this arm! But you have to be quick, or else it might be too late! "
When it came to torturing people, Qin Lang was quite good at it.
For a person like Song Lian, Qin Lang didn't think it was necessary to give him a chance to reincarnate. However, looking at the scene of him being burned by the Red Lotus Industries, Qin Lang felt that it was pretty good. No matter how illustrious this guy's family was, no matter how glorious he was in Hua Xia, this guy's wailing now sounded like a pig being slaughtered.
"You two pieces of trash … hurry up and help! Put out this damned flame! Please don't chop off my arm! It hurts! "Song Lian cried out in pain.
"Don't worry, we will use our Stellar Energy to isolate this flame." One of the experts said. A bit of Stellar Energy slashed over, preparing to separate this flame from Song Lian's body. However, the result wasn't optimistic. His Stellar Energy didn't seem to have any effect on this flame.
"Looks like we can only cut off a piece of flesh!" another expert suggested.
Qin Lang watched from the side. He didn't stop these people from saving Song Lian.
He originally thought that cutting off a piece of flesh would be fine, but this wasn't the case. A piece of flesh and skin were cut off, but that bit of spark still remained on Song Lian's body. This made Song Lian feel even more pain, to the extent where he even began to wail endlessly.
"Little bastard … are you crazy?! Do you really want to become enemies with us … "
Song Lian was tortured to the point of collapse. However, even now, he didn't think that Qin Lang really wanted to kill him. It was because he always felt that Qin Lang wouldn't be so unwise. Did Qin Lang not know the consequences of killing him? Did he not know that the entire Dragon Snake troop and even his own Poisons would be affected?
In any case, Song Lian believed that Qin Lang was definitely a madman, because only a madman wouldn't weigh the pros and cons of this matter. Even someone like General Yan had to make concessions, so who did this brat think he was? If he wasn't a madman, how could he make such a crazy decision?
Song Lian's other subordinates also participated in his treatment, but it was still useless. This bit of spark was like a flame released by a match, as if it could be extinguished with a single breath. However, what was strange was that this bit of flame didn't go out, and it didn't work no matter how much they tossed and turned. The more they tossed and turned, the more Song Lian was burned by this flame. Right now, half of his palm had already been burned off, and the flame was still spreading.
"Damn it … damn it … what exactly do you want? State your conditions! " Song Lian believed that Qin Lang was crazy because he wanted to raise some conditions to obtain benefits from his family, because this was the only reasonable explanation.
"I don't have any conditions. I'm just waiting for you to die here." Qin Lang's tone was calm and cold.
"Speak! What exactly do you want in order to retract this damn flame! " Song Lian was almost roaring in pain. In his entire life, this was the first time he had encountered such torture.
"There's no other way, I can't retract it." Qin Lang said, "How about, like what I said before, directly cut off this hand of yours?"
"You …" Song Lian finally realized that Qin Lang didn't seem to be doing this for any conditions, but purely to torture him.
"Cut it — —" Qin Lang said to the two warriors beside Song Lian, "He can't make this decision, but perhaps you guys can make this decision for him."
"No — — You can't cut off my hand! It hurts so much! " Song Lian was in extreme pain at this moment, but if he had to give up an arm, the price was too high, so he gave a discount, "Start from the wrist — — Oh!"
Just as Song Lian's voice fell, his subordinates made their move, so Song Lian's wrist was gone. However, the pain didn't leave him, because at the place where his wrist was cut off, that damn flame was still burning, deepening his pain.
Some of his subordinates had already stuffed healing pills into his mouth and tried to use acupuncture to reduce his pain, but it was to no avail. The pain still followed closely, causing Song Lian to almost faint from the pain.
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