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?"

his eyes shining

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

the organ trade was like watching pigs run—he hadn't eaten pork

seemed he had pleased some lucky stars today. It truly

you, sir!" Fat Jim smiled

malevolent glint flashed in the man's eyes. He abruptly tugged the cloth from the captive's mouth. The

go mad.

"You... You traitor!"

enunciated each word, "In everyone else's

meet

end?" The man sneered. "Even if you scream for

the man crumpled the torn cloth and

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