The meat market, which was originally in full swing, froze in an instant.
The customers who were salivating just now seemed to have a lump of wet hair stuck in their throats, unable to make a sound.
The boy reluctantly turned his face to the side and saw a very "wet" man.
Ignoring the cobra-like sarcomas on his forehead, this man actually looks decent, but his sweat glands seem to be affected by radiation, and yellow beads of sweat flow all the time. Under the dim sunlight, it looks like a layer of yellow sweat. Brown scales.
"Snake, Lord Snake..."
The butcher, who was still high-spirited and in control of the overall situation just now, was stunned and stammeringly explaining, "I, I didn't know you didn't plan to sell it. This sheep was brought by the fourth brother. He said, said..."
"Yes, Lord Snake."
The boy saw the brawny man who had just tied him up and sent him here, nodded and bowed in front of "Master Snake", and said with a flattering smile, "This kid has made money in our gambling house for three consecutive days, and he was caught today. According to the rules, he is If you want to compensate for the loss, touch his pocket, he doesn't have half a bullet, and the chips are all stolen, so this good meat is worth a little money, so... "
"Oh."
Master Snake smiled like a spring breeze, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Fourth brother" suddenly turned paler than a butcher, his legs were trembling, and his voice became more and more distorted, "I, this, you, your old man is busy dealing with the black ghost gang these days , I think, little one thinks, don’t bother with such a small matter—"
"Hush..."
Master Snake put a thin and long finger on his thin lips, breathed on "Fourth Brother", and smiled, "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 hearing excuses the most."
"very good."
Master Snake stopped looking at him, narrowed his eyes, and shot half of his stern gaze at the butcher, and distributed the other half to all the customers, and said calmly, "Again, this sheep is not for sale, is there any problem?"
No.
Everyone in Tombstone Town knows that Master Snake, the big boss of "Sirius Casino", dislikes two things the most.
Excuse.
and questions.
"Master Snake, you, old man, take this sheep back, I really don't know!"
The butcher said with a mournful face, "I'll give you another fifty catties of double-headed beef. Don't be too little. The acid rain outside has been too severe recently, and the meat is not easy to produce..."
"No, those who don't know are not guilty. It's not your fault."
Master Snake smiled, grabbed the boy's ankle with one hand, and lifted him up, as if he was carrying a newborn lamb, "What happened today is that the people in my gambling shop did not do well and delayed you. Half a day's business, and at night, go to the casino to get fifty chips, Master Snake will give it to you."
"Thank you Master Snake, thank you Master Snake, thank you Master Snake!"
Hearing the word "chip", the butcher's eyes lit up, his face trembled, and he drooled like the customers.
"Don't thank me, but thank 'fairness'."
Lord Snake said, "Everyone in Tombstone Town and Bloody Wasteland knows that Lord Snake likes justice the most."
After saying this, Lord Snake carried the boy upside down and walked out like no one else was there.
The crowd made way for them like a tidal wave of division. Although many people made "cuckoo" sounds from their throats and looked at the boy's eyeballs that were about to burst into bloodshot eyes, no one dared to say "no".
However, there are always exceptions.
"Hey, it's rare to have such a good sheep. After waiting for a long time, I won't let you cut any meat. You guys in Tombstone Town are too unreasonable!"
"boom!"
A burly man wearing level three armor and full of tattoos stopped in front of Master Snake, and threw a thick rucksack on the ground. Inside was heavy scrapped car spring steel and freshly sharpened knives.
Spring steel is a good raw material for making war knives, especially the spring steel for heavy trucks, and the saber made by the doomsday technology after the nuclear war can really cut most of the armor in two.
Therefore, this thing, like bullets, is a hard currency in the wilderness.
"Money, I have plenty!"
The burly man with tattoos all over his face stared at the boy's hand, licked his lips and said, "Fate, it belongs to Master Snake, I only want his hand!"
Lord Snake looked at the strong man.
The burly man looked at Master Snake unabashedly, and the two companions behind him also tightened their backpacks filled with spring steel, holding the sharp knives and pistols at their waists.
"You are the steel merchants of 'Steel Flower City'."
Lord Snake laughed, "'Scrap Iron Gang', isn't it?"
"That's right."
The tattooed burly man was triumphant, "The materials from our Scrap Iron Gang can make the fastest knife on the bloody wasteland!"
"Oh."
Lord Snake nodded, "Want to eat your hands?"
"Want to eat!"
The burly man with tattoos said forcefully, "We are rich, and we have suffered from wind and sand for half a month in the wasteland, so today we must eat with one hand!"
"clear."
Master Snake didn't turn his head back, "Fourth brother, give me the dagger, and let the friends who come from afar from Steel Flower City know the way of hospitality in Tombstone Town."
"Yes, Lord Snake."
"Fourth Brother" didn't understand what Master Snake was going to do, but his guilt and fear still made him react quickly, touching a delicate dagger wrapped in calfskin with both hands.
No one saw or expected what happened next.
"Swish! Swish! Chi!"
After three sounds that were lighter than the wind blowing catkins, the scorpion shell scabbard on the waist of the tattooed strong man was empty. A double piercing was done, and the sharp knife was firmly in Master Snake's hand.
Everyone's faces became extremely ugly.
The tattooed burly man looked at the empty scorpion-shell scabbard around his waist, his face ashen.
The Scrap Iron Gang also wields a knife, and if it can hit the fastest knife on the bloody wasteland, it can naturally swing this knife at the fastest speed.
But his knife was in Master Snake's hands, and he didn't see what was going on at all.
"Fourth brother" looked at his broken left arm at the wrist, sweating like rain, and couldn't speak a word, he didn't dare to speak.
If Master Snake wanted to chop off his hand, then it would be a crime for him to squirt blood.
"Please."
Master Snake slowly, slowly, slowly handed over the opponent's knife, together with "Fourth Brother"'s left hand, "The hand you want."
The lips of the tattooed burly man moved, just like the "fourth brother", sweat dripped from his forehead, he glanced at the boy who was still being carried upside down by Master Snake, and said nothing.
"I know, you think the meat of this hand is too old, and you want to eat the hand of this sheep, but let me tell you, the owner of this hand was once the best spectator in Tianlang Casino, and his hand is used to use potions every day. Soaked and moved countless times, each piece is alive, not old at all, and chewy enough to guarantee deliciousness."
Master Snake looked at the tattooed brawny man, almost stabbing the tip of a knife into his nose, "Fair, Master Snake is absolutely fair in doing things."
"Thanks… "
The tattooed burly man looked at the sharp tip of the knife, and said dejectedly, "Thank you Snake Lord, then, then we want this hand, how much, how much?"
"Fifty strips of spring steel."
Lord Snake said.
"what?"
The burly man with tattoos widened his eyes, "Master Snake, it's not that we can't afford it, do you know how many knives and hands can be cut by fifty pieces of spring steel on the bloody wasteland, let's negotiate the price! "
"Okay, one hundred strips of spring steel."
Lord Snake said.
"This this!"
The tattooed burly man trembled 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."
Master Snake smiled while looking at the hands of the tattooed brawny man and his two companions.
Three scrap iron gang members, each with two hands, add up to six.
The scrap iron gang has six hands, plus the "fourth brother" one hand, isn't it exactly seven hands
The tattooed brawn got it.
Looking at Master Snake, at the knife in Master Snake's hand and the hand on the knife, and at the countless pairs of malicious eyes around him, he gritted his teeth, trembling, and reluctantly said: "...Okay, deal, but There's only fifty here, and the rest of the stock is in the nigger warehouse."
"It's okay, Lord Snake believes in you."
Master Snake said, "People who like to eat their hands have good taste, and people with good taste will never have a bad 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 Sirius Casino , One hundred chips per person, Master Snake will give it away for free, if you are lucky, you may win back two hundred pieces of spring steel in one night."
The eyes of the three scrap iron gang members, like the butcher, lit up.
"Don't worry, no one dares to play tricks in Sirius Casino."
Master Snake shook the boy in his hand, "Unless he wants to become the meat on the chopping board."
"Yes."
The tattooed burly man said regretfully, "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 is there, and exchange it for meat, and share it equally with everyone present. It is Master Snake to compensate everyone for their losses. After eating the meat, they all come to the gambling house, and each person gets ten chips, all of which will be credited to Lord Snake's account!"
Inside and outside the meat market, there were cheers and applause.
…
The boy was carried upside down by Master Snake, and he left the meat market all the way.
The whole world was turned upside down, the lead clouds and purple sun seemed to turn into a rickety sea, and the smelly and sticky earth turned into a dark sky.
They passed the "Old John's" that was adding armor and sprinting sprints to the off-road vehicles, passed the gladiator tents that smelled strongly of blood, and were engaged in black market boxing matches, and passed the deafening noise all day long. The knife shop, and passed the stinky witch medicine workshop, where dozens of cauldrons were boiling oil and ointment.
People covered with abscesses, people covered with warts, people with scales and sharp claws, people in blood clothes, people in armor and carrying shotguns, people with disheveled hair, people who are inviting gods, demons danced wildly, It's like a ghost.
In the end, the boy was caught and brought back to the starting point where he had just been dragged to the meat market, the Sirius Casino.
The boy was already overly frightened, and he was so dizzy from being lifted up all the way, he couldn't think at all.
When he recovered a little bit, he realized that he had been taken to a room in the deepest part of the casino that he had never seen before.
"Crack."
Lord Snake locked the door, and there were only the two of them in the room. The only ventilation window was welded shut by the iron grille.
There is also a cabinet, a TV, and a bed.
This bed is big and comfortable.