Fat Jim stood stunned momentarily, then turned to his trusted subordinate. The guy shrugged, indicating he didn't know what was happening either.

Fat Jim then looked at the man again. "What's the meaning of this?"

"This person is yours." The man chuckled. "You just mentioned that this is a different price?"

"Um..."

"I'm giving you this person for free," the man said, looking at Fat Jim. "He's in excellent health. His annual check-ups show all his readings are perfect."

The bound person had a cloth stuffed in his mouth, making muffled sounds while glaring resentfully at the man. The man turned and harshly slapped him across the face.

"There are many useful things in him! Such a good container of organs is right in front of you. Do you still want to name another price?"

grinned, his eyes shining with

sturdy, struggling up from the floor several times, although the man pushed him back down each time. This indicated his good health. Placed in a boxing ring, he might even be the next Morpheus. However, the income from a single match paled in comparison to the price of an

him, the organ trade was like watching pigs run—he hadn't eaten pork himself, but he had seen pigs running and others pinning them down to

long for this opportunity. It seemed he had pleased some lucky stars today. It truly was a case

you, sir!" Fat

malevolent glint flashed in the man's eyes. He abruptly tugged the cloth from the captive's mouth. The captive instantly let out an angry

him go mad. After a

"You... You traitor!"

enunciated each word,

You'll meet

sneered. "Even if you scream for retribution, will

man crumpled the torn cloth and

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