On Wei Zhi's side, after the interrogation, he used the apartment phone to call his friend. This friend lived on the seventeenth floor of the apartment building, and could easily contact every resident in the apartment building using the cornet function available in every household in the building; it could be said that there was no gap between neighbors.
But the fact that he could directly find someone through the apartment's cornet proved that Wei Zhi and this friend of his had an extraordinary level of intimacy.
About three minutes after the call was made, a burly man who was wrapped up very tightly and wore sunglasses came upstairs. Although his clothes were a little strange, he was very strong.
After the man entered, he swept his eyes over the men in black who were tied up tightly, and a rough voice came through the man's mask. "Just these few people?"
"Mm, thank you for the trouble." Wei Zhi smiled.
Then, the burly man tacitly tied the five of them together and directly dragged them away with a rope.
Loopy Toad: "This is?"
Wei Zhi said, "Little Gang."
Loopy Toad: "…"
Wei Zhi: "I have a good brother, a retired captain of the Criminal Police Force. He's still in touch with his old unit. It's definitely no problem for him to deal with this group of men. "
Loopy Toad: "Do you have a sister called Little Xia?"
Wei Zhi was taken aback. "How did you know?"
Loopy Toad: "…"
…
…
In a small district on the edge of Songhai city, this was a small town that was almost neglected.
This was where the Demon Hunters Association's base of operations was set up.
When Wei Zhi brought Loopy Toad here, the faint smell of blood permeated the air, and both man and dog couldn't help frowning. In order to prevent Loopy Toad from being exposed, Wei Zhi changed into a large travel bag for Loopy Toad to hide in. Even though it was hiding in the leather smell of the bag, Loopy Toad could still smell the blood in the air — this was spirit beast blood, there was no doubt about it.
This was just a small town, but the Demon Hunters Association had clearly made full use of it to become a true slaughterhouse for spirit beasts.
After discussing it with Loopy Toad, Wei Zhi's plan was to first sneak in and figure out what was going on, and then look for an opportunity to get rid of this group of people in one go!
Wei Zhi walked down the street with a large bag on his back. On the surface, the entire street looked very clean and tidy, without any signs of heresy.
However, the smell in the air couldn't be concealed. Ordinary cultivators might not be able to smell it, but for a professional pet trainer like Wei Zhi who was especially sensitive to auras, this smell was really too stimulating.
Wei Zhi walked to a random shop. This shop sold buns, but Wei Zhi could tell that something was wrong with the meat in the buns.
The shop owner was a fatty who weighed at least 150 kilograms. When he moved his body, the ground seemed to tremble.
"This unfamiliar brother, do you want some buns?" The boss opened the steamer basket and looked at Wei Zhi.
Wei Zhi pretended to be calm as he exhaled and said, "I have the goods."
The boss glanced at Wei Zhi. "The Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger!"
"The pagoda suppresses the river demon!" Wei Zhi quickly replied.
The boss said again, "Crispy Skin Roast Duck is good!"
Wei Zhi: "Sweet and sour pork!"
Loopy Toad: "…"
This was a secret code of the Demon Hunters Association, which Wei Zhi had specially asked during the interrogation.
After matching the code, the fat boss then turned off the fire in the steamer basket and looked at Wei Zhi with a smile on his face. He stood to one side and made an inviting gesture. "This brother, please come in."
Following the boss's lead, Wei Zhi felt that the smell of blood in the air was getting stronger and stronger.
Through a secret passage in the bun shop, Wei Zhi came to a hidden back street, and the scene in front of him was shocking.
This was the true face of the town.
The walls on both sides of the back street were piled high, and there were only a few pet dealers hawking their wares along both sides of the street. The entire street was filled with the stench of blood. Wei Zhi could see a lot of cages made of black iron on the ground, which held all kinds of spirit beasts: cats, dogs, foxes … most of these spirit beasts had been captured by the Demon Hunters Association.
Some of the spirit beasts even had collars on which their owners' names were engraved.
Some of the spirit beasts locked in the iron cages were covered in cuts and bruises. They were already on the verge of death as they lay sprawled in the cages, gasping for breath.
Seeing Wei Zhi's expression, the boss didn't find it strange and smiled. "It looks like little brother hasn't been with the association for long, so it's no wonder. It's a miracle that most newcomers don't throw up every time they pass by this street. "
"Do you see these seriously injured little guys?" The boss pointed to the injured spirit beasts locked in cages on the side of the road. "These guys are injured because they refuse to break their contracts."
Wei Zhi didn't say anything and just listened as the boss went on.
"Although there's a barrier here, the spirit beasts' contracts are canceled when they're sent here because they're worried that their owners will find them." The boss chuckled. "But considering that some spirit beasts are extremely loyal and unwilling to cancel their contracts, they can only be forcibly canceled."
"That's why … they're seriously injured?" Wei Zhi tried his best to make his voice sound less shaky.
"Under normal circumstances, only spirit beasts that are on the verge of death can be easily broken by a third party." The boss spoke very casually. "Those with pure bloodlines will be treated. As for the ones with lower grades … "
At this point, the boss turned his hand and pointed at the previous bun shop. "They're all sent to my shop."
As he spoke, the boss of the bun shop led Wei Zhi into the depths of the back street.
Wei Zhi found that the spirit beasts caught here were divided according to their grades. The spirit beasts at the end of the street weren't actually of high grades, but as they went deeper, Wei Zhi found quite a few spirit beasts that were protected by the state.
These spirit beasts were locked in exquisite cages. Their eyes were lifeless, as if they had been fed something like an "obedience potion". They were completely obedient to the seller's requests.
Finally, the boss stopped in front of a wooden house. "New brother, I've led you here. The person you're looking for is in this house. "
Wei Zhi nodded and walked straight in with the big bag on his back. There weren't many people in the wooden house, but they all had the mark of the Demon Hunters Association on them. Judging from their auras alone, these people were probably core members of the Demon Hunters Association.
This wasn't a formal trading place, but a tea room, which was probably specially used for business discussions.
After looking around for a while, a man who looked to be in his fifties asked Wei Zhi, "Little brother, are you here to buy or sell?"
The man was wearing a black apron and had a cigarette in each of his ears. He looked like a butcher.
"I want to sell a spirit dog." Wei Zhi narrowed his eyes, found a place to sit down, and then put the large travel bag on his lap.
This group of people had a very keen sense of smell. From the moment Wei Zhi entered the door, their eyes had been glued to the travel bag.
"Oh? What breed? "
"Akita."
Wei Zhi opened the travel bag and directly lifted Loopy Toad's fat face — it felt so good!
"Akita?"
This group of people was blank when they heard this, because they all knew that akitas weren't spirit dogs.
A moment later, the uncle who looked like a butcher spoke again as he stared at Loopy Toad. "Is this … a hybrid?"
Wei Zhi: "…"
Loopy Toad: "You! Look! What?! "
The uncle was shocked. "And it's only from Dongbei?!"
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