289.
Since he chose to believe Zhang Feng, the gigolo no longer had any hesitation.
When he walked to the door and saw the purgatory-like scene, he hesitated a little.
His face turned pale from vomiting, and there was nothing left in his stomach to vomit. Even so, he was still retching.
Gritting his teeth, he stepped into it and walked quickly towards where Zhang Feng was.
He also heard screams.
"What's going on? Why don't you turn on the flashlight?" the gigolo said with a frown, before taking out a strong flashlight from his pocket.
Zhang Feng said quickly: "Don't!"
The gigolo put the flashlight back into his pocket strangely.
Zhang Feng took his phone out of his pocket again, turned on the screen, lowered the backlight to the lowest level, and shined it in front of him.
The gigolo's eyes suddenly widened with fear, and his body staggered.
If Zhang Feng hadn't grabbed his arm, he might have been so frightened that he would have taken a few steps back.
With the extremely weak light, he could clearly see the low iron cages placed in front of him.
The reason why Zhang Feng didn't let the gigolo turn on the flashlight was because these people had been in the dark for a long time, and their eyes were already used to it, and the strong bright light might hurt their eyes.
The eyes of these people are no longer as clear-cut as normal people's black and white, but are instead gray, which shows how long they have been imprisoned in the darkness of this hell on earth.
The gigolo also bit his cheek fiercely. His heart had already been filled with anger, and now he understood why Zhang Feng asked him to kill all the people outside. They were completely unjust.
The only thing I regret is that it was too painful for them to die. I should have tortured them well and let them taste everything.
Die after pain!
Taking a deep breath, the gigolo whispered: "What should we do now?"
Zhang Feng pondered and did not speak immediately. The best thing to do at this moment is to kill these donors.
Judging from their current situation, these people can no longer be included in the normal category of human beings. Even if they are rescued, survival will be just torture for them.
But no matter what, these people are also victims after all!
"Alas!" Zhang Feng let out a long sigh and said, "Save them out! Whether they can recover from this pain and reintegrate into society is not something we can decide. We also have no right to deprive these victims of their rights. life."
As he spoke, he took off his clothes, tore off his sleeves and put them over the cage to help them block the light.
The gigolo nodded when he saw this and also took off his clothes.
The 'people' in the cage thought they were going to do something, but they huddled tightly and roared in fear.
Carrying the cage with clothes outside and placing it in the darkness at the door of the darkroom, the two of them walked back and forth.
After all the two hundred cages were moved out, both people's bodies were covered with sweat.
The gigolo said: "Zhang Feng and we should retreat. My people have secretly contacted reporters from all over the world and should be here soon. Exposing this place is what the higher-ups want."
Zhang Feng nodded, his expression gloomy as if he could drip water.
Quickly lurking out of the manor, the two people got into the car but did not leave immediately.
The two people sitting in the car were silent. They had to digest the scene they saw today. It was beyond normal human cognition and difficult to accept.
A few minutes later, a large number of interview vehicles 'squeaked'
There was a sudden stop at the door of Wuming Manor, and reporters with guns and cannons rushed into the manor.
Next came the Japanese police, who quickly put up a cordon to keep out late reporters.
Zhang Feng, who was sitting in the car, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, held it in his mouth and smoked it slowly.
"Give me one." The gigolo said coldly, but his beautiful face was extremely pale at the moment.
"You don't smoke, don't you?" Zhang Feng said in surprise.
"Made, why are you talking so much nonsense?" As he said this, he snatched the cigarette from Zhang Feng's hand, took one out and held it in his mouth.
His smoking movements were extremely clumsy. He might have smoked too hard and coughed violently.
"Haha, although cigarettes are not a good thing, some things can comfort people." Zhang Feng sneered twice.
From the villa not far away, there were bursts of yelling, yelling, and quarreling, mixed together, and it was endless.
The Japanese police even used violence against these international reporters. They had received death orders and could not let these reporters report under any circumstances.
Groups of reporters were driven out, their cameras were smashed and thrown to the ground, and the film that had captured part of the scene was torn.
Zhang Feng took a look at the situation outside and sneered: "The Japanese people can only jump around now and want to make up for it. Hum, I want to make you cover up."
He took out his peaked cap from his backpack and said, "Gigolo, wait for me at the street corner in front. I want to have fun with the Japanese people."
"Okay, be careful!" the gigolo said.
After Zhang Feng got off the car, he put his hands in his pockets and walked toward Wuming Manor with his arms swaying.
Start the car and drive quickly towards the street entrance.