Chapter 1950


    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 ring resentfully at


    the man. The man turned and harshly pped 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?"


    "Well..." Fat Jim grinned, his eyes shining with avarice.


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    Indeed, the captive was sturdy, struggling up from the floor several times, although the man pushed


    him back down each time. This indicated his good health. ced in a boxing ring, he might even be the


    next Morpheus.


    However, the ie from a single match paled inparison to the price of an organ.


    Fat Jim''s grin turned more sinister. To 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 eat.


    He had waited too long for this opportunity. It seemed he had pleased some lucky stars today. It truly


    was a case of sincerity opening the doors of chances. He was blessed with this huge fortune!


    "Well... thank you, sir!" Fat Jim smiled fawningly.


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


    The captive instantly let out an angry roar akin to a trapped beast. "You animal! You''re not human!"


    The man, expressionless, watched him go mad. After a while, he smiled.


    "You... You traitor!"


    "Sorry." The man squatted down, gripped the captive''s throat, and enunciated each word, "In everyone


    else''s eyes, you''re the traitor. Hahaha!"


    "You... You''ll meet a terrible end!"


    "A terrible end?" The man sneered. "Even if you scream for retribution, will God grant it to you?"


    "You—" Before he could speak more, the man crumpled the torn cloth and stuffed it back into his


    mouth.