Dean didn't pay attention to the noise around him. He came to the deepest part of the cage. He saw a skinny old man leaning against the wall. His linen clothes were very clean. The old man didn't participate in the previous laughter and cheers. It was as if he was isolated from the world. He just quietly leaned against the wall.
Dudian knew that he had been observing him from the moment he entered the room.
"Number 7, someone has come to bail you out." The brown-haired youth stopped two meters away from the cage.
The old man didn't pay attention to him as he indifferently looked at Dean: "Do you know me?"
Dean smiled: "Nice to meet you. My name is Dean. I'll be frank with you. The purpose of bailing you out is that I want you to work for me. I appreciate your management ability and the degree of blackness in your heart."
The old man slightly raised his eyebrows: "If you have investigated my resume then you should know that none of my masters have a good end."
Dudian smiled: "Because they are just mortals."
"Oh?" The old man sneered: "Little guy, you seem to be very confident."
Dean smiled and looked into his eyes: "At least I have the confidence to suppress you."
"Is that so?" The old man slowly stood up and dusted his body: "Can you sleep well if you want to use me?"
Dean whispered: "Don't doubt the people you use. I'll bail you out so I will trust you. I hope you won't let me down."
"That's a good sentence." The old man looked him up and down and said, "You don't look old, but you're quite bold. To be able to come here to bail me out, you must have a lot of power behind you. If you can leave this place, I naturally have no objections. If you want me to be loyal to you, that's fine, but whether you can trust me or not, I can't control that."
Dean smiled: "Come out."
The old man stared at him, suddenly smiled and said, "Before I come out, I have something to deal with." After he finished speaking, he tilted his head to look at the brown-haired young man beside him and said softly, "I said that when I come out, I won't let any of you go!"
The brown-haired youth's expression suddenly changed, and he angrily said, "How dare you!"
"My hands have been stained with more blood than yours. Do you think I dare?" The old man sneered.
The brown-haired youth's forehead overflowed with cold sweat. He took two steps back and said to Dean: "This, this man is a madman. You should change the bail!"
Dean patted his shoulder and looked at the old man: "You are a smart person. You should know the smart approach."
The old man glanced at him, and the killing intent in his eyes receded slightly. He nodded slightly and said, "Alright."
"Open the door." Dudian told the brown-haired youth.
The brown-haired youth's face turned pale. He looked at the old man, and finally braced himself to step forward and open the cage.
The old man smiled indifferently and pushed the door open. He looked at the brown-haired youth and whispered, "Take care."
The brown-haired youth's face turned ugly. He gritted his teeth and said, "You madman, if you dare to break the law again, it won't be so easy next time."
The old man smiled and didn't care. He came in front of Dean, and his eyes fell on Dean's left hand that was hanging on his neck. He said, "Is your arm injured? At such a young age, you have provoked an enemy. It's quite troublesome. "
Dean looked at him, but didn't say anything. He looked at the brown-haired youth and said, "Take me to the bottom floor."
The brown-haired youth gritted his teeth, turned around and closed the cage. He led the way in front.
The old man saw that Dean didn't pay attention to him, so he raised his eyebrows. He waited for Dean to turn around, and then revealed a sneer. He glanced at Scar and Jin who were behind Dean: "Did you bail out two little guys from the first floor? If we have the resources to bail them out, we might as well bail out another one here. Although they're all brainless people, at least they can be of some help. "
Scar and Jin's face changed. Scar looked back at the old man and said, "Old man, what do you mean?"
The old man stood still and looked at Scar's face: "Is the IQ of the little guys in the first floor so low that you need to translate?"
Scar clenched his fists: "If you weren't bailed out by 'Dean', then you would be a dead man the moment you said the first sentence!"
"Is that so?" The old man smiled, "That's what I wanted to say."
Dean stopped and looked back at the two. He said to the old man: "Do you want to test my tolerance?"
The old man's face slightly changed. He put away his smile and said, "It's just a suggestion. You bailed me out because you want me to give you some advice?"
"I believe you can distinguish between what is advising and what is giving orders." Dean glanced at him indifferently, turned around and continued to move forward.
The old man's face changed, and a trace of haze flashed in his eyes.
After a moment, the crowd followed the brown-haired youth along the stairs to the bottom of the prison. They passed through several checkpoints along the way and finally reached the bottom of the prison.
Dean clearly felt that the air in the bottom of the prison was much colder and the light was weak. There were only a few oil lamps shining on the corridors of the prison. The cells in the bottom of the prison were separated by concrete. Incidentally, the concrete mainly came from the wreckage of the buildings outside the giant wall.
"This way please." The one leading the way was replaced by the guard at the bottom level. He was trembling as he led the way in the middle of the aisle. From this small subconscious action, Dean could feel the fear in the guard's heart.
Unlike the second layer of the prison, the bottom prison was extremely quiet. Only the footsteps of the crowd echoed.
He looked at the prison that they passed by. Each prison had a heavy steel cast iron gate. There were several thick steel pillars that were used to deliver food on weekdays. Suddenly, Dean saw a face behind the steel pillar. It was an extremely hideous and distorted face. There were all kinds of scars on the face. Only one eye was left. It was staring at him like an evil ghost.
Dean playfully stretched out his tongue to make a grimace.
Bang!
Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind the steel door, shaking the wall where the steel door was fastened and causing dust to fly out.
The guard who was leading the way was shocked. He quickly pulled out his baton and came back. His face was pale as he looked at the cell. He was relieved to see that the iron door was safe and sound. He fiercely said: "Are you looking for a beating?"
The evil face behind the prison turned to look at him but didn't speak.
The guard felt uncomfortable as he was stared at by the evil face. He turned to Dean and said: "Mr. Dean, please come in."
Dean nodded slightly. He winked at the people in the prison before leaving. He secretly sighed in his heart. Indeed they were senior hunters at the bottom of the prison. Their bodies had been tortured by the prison but they were still able to burst out such a strong power.
He couldn't help but look forward to the two that he had bailed out.
Soon, the guard stopped in front of a cell and said: "Number 3, get up. Someone has come to bail you out!"
The sound of dragging chains echoed in the cell. After a moment, a disheveled face appeared behind the steel pillar of the iron door. There was a pair of sharp shining eyes behind the disheveled hair. He glanced at the aisle outside. He saw Dean, old man, Scar and others coming from the side. He said: "Bail me out? Who is it? "The voice was low and hoarse. It was unpleasant to hear.
Dean said: "Me, Dean. You will be loyal to me after you come out. Can you do it?"
"You?" The man looked at Dean. His eyes flashed: "Well, I will."
Dudian smiled: "It's easy for me to take other people's words seriously. So I hope you can fulfill your promise."
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