Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 762 - 310: I Told You to Call for Reinforcements!

On the ground, the corpses of the dozen gray-clad martial artists still maintained their death poses.

The three moved forward as if they hadn’t seen anything.

They bypassed the chaotic scene.

And walked straight into the dark passage.

Hastily descended the cold stone stairs.

The further they went down, the more overpowering the stench of mixed excrements assaulted their senses.

When they stepped onto the hanging stone catwalk.

Everything before them made the three freeze in place instantly, their breaths catching.

On both sides of the catwalk, the layers of stone chambers stacked like a hellish beehive.

"Damn!"

Qi Hao cursed under his breath, teeth clenched, cheeks puffed.

Lv Chen’s gaze instantly turned cold.

The fingers grasping the woven bag turned white from the exertion.

Wei Banmeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning bile and simmering anger.

She put down the woven bag and quickly unzipped it.

Inside were women’s clothes of varying colors.

"Haozi, Lv Chen, you go inside."

Wei Banmeng’s voice carried an almost imperceptible tremble, "I’ll handle this area."

Qi Hao and Lv Chen exchanged a glance, then heavily placed the woven bag hanging from their shoulders by Wei Banmeng’s feet.

"Sister Banmeng, thank you for taking care of this."

Qi Hao’s voice was low and hoarse.

"It’s up to you now."

Lv Chen said only three words, then he and Qi Hao rushed along the catwalk towards its deeper end.

On the catwalk.

Only Wei Banmeng and the mountain pile of clothes remained.

She squatted down, taking a clean floral cotton dress from the top bag.

Then she walked over to the iron-barred entrance of the nearest stone chamber.

The woman inside the stone chamber still curled in the corner.

Completely unresponsive to Wei Banmeng’s arrival.

Wei Banmeng reached her hand through the icy iron bars, gently laying the dress onto the stone chamber’s floor.

"Don’t be afraid." Wei Banmeng’s voice was soft, "We are here."

With her words.

The woman huddled in the corner seemed to move ever so slightly.

For the first time, her vacant eyes began to focus.

Slowly falling upon the clean floral dress on the ground.

Wei Banmeng did not linger, she picked up another piece of clothing.

Heading to the next stone chamber.

Similarly, she carefully placed the garment inside.

"Put it on, we’re taking you away from here."

Then the third chamber, the fourth chamber...

At the end of the catwalk, in the bloody stone cavern.

Jiang Wei stood silently aside, watching the trembling woman curled up in the corner, still clutching her knees.

The young man thrown down by Fang Qingyu.

At this moment, he remained pinned to the ground by an invisible psychological pressure, face pressed against the cold ground, his eyes crazed with fear.

Urgent footsteps sounded from the catwalk.

Qi Hao and Lv Chen’s figures appeared at the stone cavern entrance.

At a glance, they saw the charred figure on the ground and smelled the overpowering burnt stench in the air.

Their gaze swept over the trembling woman in the corner and the confined young man.

Immediately understanding what had just transpired here.

Lv Chen’s gaze instantly fixed on the young man who was confined.

"Sister Jiang."

Lv Chen’s voice was extraordinarily calm, "Take her out. Here, leave to Haozi and me."

He pointed at the woman in the corner.

Jiang Wei glanced at Lv Chen, and then at Qi Hao, nodded.

She walked over to the corner, gently picking up the woman who had been frightened like a startled bird.

The woman, still stiffly trembling in her arms, her eyes vacant.

Jiang Wei held her.

Turned and left the bloodstained dungeon.

With Jiang Wei’s departure.

The spirit pressure suppressing the young man dissipated as well.

The young man gasped for air as if breaking up from underwater.

Using his hands and feet, he tried to crawl away in a desperate escape towards the catwalk.

"Trying to leave?"

Lv Chen’s voice rose behind him.

Like a cold iron hook, it instantly snagged his soul.

The young man’s body froze, fearfully turning his head, forcing a smile uglier than a cry: "Big brother, that esteemed sir earlier said he wouldn’t kill me, he promised to spare me! You... you can’t..."

"Oh?"

Lv Chen slowly stepped towards him, his face expressionless, as though assessing a dead object, "Qingzi said he wouldn’t kill you, did he lie?"

The young man hesitated, instinctively shook his head.

"Then there’s that."

Lv Chen squatted before him, his gaze scanning over him, "He only said he wouldn’t kill you, didn’t say others couldn’t touch you."

The young man’s face instantly turned ashen, like paper.

Despair filled his eyes.

"Haozi."

Lv Chen no longer watched the young man and turned to Qi Hao, his lips pulling upward minutely, "I remember you said you’ve seen quite a few tortures before?"

Qi Hao glanced at the charred form on the ground, then at the ominous torture equipment nearby, vigorously nodded, voice squeezed through gritted teeth: "Seen them! And remember them vividly!"

"Very good."

Lv Chen stood up, walked to the pile of torture tools marred with dark red rust, his fingers gently brushing over an iron whip studded with tiny hooks. "Let’s just have a good ’entertain’ this distinguished guest."

The young man utterly collapsed.

Lets out an inhumanly sharp scream: "No——!!!"

However, his scream was instantly drowned out by the sound of bones cracking.

Qi Hao had already stepped forward.

Savage stomped on the young man’s calf.

Crunch!

"Ah——!!!"

A piercing wail potent enough to rend eardrums suddenly erupted from the stone cavern.

...

On the catwalk.

Wei Banmeng continued her mechanical task repetitively.

One by one, garments were delivered to the stone chambers.

One by one, warm orange-red flames, like stars, appeared on the icy rock walls on both sides, lighting up one by one those desperate prison cells.