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Chapter 220 The Greenskins Under the Whip of the Black Master

After verbally agreeing on the first round of cooperation, Yuan Zhu's former agent, Boss Sun, waved his hand, which brought over a shop assistant who had been lounging outside the door, idly idling around, to come and watch the shop.

Then, he led Yuan Zhu out of the house and towards a square, old coffin truck parked on the side of the road not far away.

This kind of rigid car model with sharp angles and a body like a cuboid was popular more than a decade ago, according to his vague 'false memory'.

Just as Mr. Sun was about to take out his keys, Yuan Zhu spoke first, asking, "Where are you taking me?"

Boss Sun looked at him, puzzled, and said, "Of course we're going to inspect the goods! Those reserve boxers are all being raised at my second brother's suburban estate. It's about a 50-minute drive, so of course we have to drive there."

Yuan Zhu seemed to be deep in thought. If he went there in an old car, how would he get back? And how would he transport the 'goods' back? So he said, "Why don't we drive my car?"

"Oh?" Boss Sun, who knew Yuan Zhu inside and out, looked him up and down in surprise. "Brother Yuan, you really are different now. Not only have you joined the [Holy Hall], but you even have a car now? I have even more confidence in the cooperation you mentioned."

Yuan Zhu said modestly, "It's just a rented truck, nothing to mention. But I'm very confident about the 'cooperation' I'm talking about."

"Really? Then I'll wait for your good news. Lead the way."

The two arrived at the parking lot of [Fire Fang] in no time, started the rented truck smoothly, and, with the other party's guidance, got on the road and drove towards the northern suburbs.

...

After about an hour's drive, Yuan Zhu made several turns along the way and finally found a 'park' with high walls at the end of a fork in the road on a sparsely populated suburban highway. It looked more like a prison than a manor.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Mr. Sun, who was leisurely swaying with the car's bumps, began to introduce the business: "This is the business that the three of us brothers have worked hard to build up over the years. My eldest brother is in the trading business and often travels between several towns around Running. He also has connections in Taixi and once bought the first batch of goods on the black market in the Taixi port area."

"My second brother is in charge of managing this manor and the orchards around the small hills behind it. He also trains prospective boxers and selects the best ones to sell to martial arts schools, medical institutions, underground boxing agents, and other clients who need them."

"As for me, I'm the worst off. My main job is to maintain contact with some partners in Running, expand my network, and organize amateur underground boxing matches to pass the time, and sell some merchandise on the side..."

While Mr. Sun was giving his introduction, Yuan Zhu had already driven the truck to the front of the manor's airtight iron gate, honking his horn to attract the attention of the 'gatekeeper's security guard'.

Then, behind the tall wall, inside a brick building resembling a watchtower, the security guard in charge of guarding the gate met "Third Master" sitting in the passenger seat. After making a few hand gestures, he scurried around and blew his whistle, ordering the other employees to come and open the gate.

As the heavy iron gate creaked open, a burly, dark-skinned man with balding gray hair, a full beard, dressed in traditional Eastern short clothing, and holding a long whip coiled into rings, stood at the gate and greeted, "Welcome home, Third Master!"

Looking at the elderly Black man with his head held high, exuding an air of arrogance mixed with a hint of obsequiousness, Yuan Zhu felt a strange sense of unease.

High-walled manor, prison-style management, orchards, old black people, whips coiled in circles, boxers training... Taken together, the incongruity evokes a strong sense of déjà vu, as if one is about to witness a familiar period of history.

However, in the New World, although the status of the Black race is lower than that of the descendants of the Xi Kingdom and the White Yi who have migrated and settled in the east, and they are despised and suppressed, it has not escalated to the point of racial discrimination in our original homeland, America.

The main reason is... that the planet Duling has more than one species, namely, human beings, so racial conflicts are greater than internal ethnic conflicts.

"Sir, this way, you can park your car in front of the gate."

"Ok!"

Boss Sun nodded arrogantly, and after getting out of the car, he didn't pay much attention to the other party. Instead, he turned to Yuan Zhu, who was in a daze, and introduced him: "This is the old steward left by my father's generation. He is an expert in taming and whipping techniques and is responsible for the feeding and training of the 'prospective boxers' in the park. Come on, I'll take you to see the goods."

Old Ni stepped forward, asking with a hint of obsequiousness, "And who is this young master?"

Boss Sun: "I met some promising young men in the city who are interested in underground fighting. They came here with me, and I'll pick out a few of the best ones to train and then send them to competitions."

Old Ni nodded quickly: "Understood, young master, please come in!"

Yuan Zhu followed behind them, looking around curiously. Because the outskirts were remote and the Misty Mountains were not far away, where wild beasts and various supernatural mists roamed, the area was sparsely populated and land prices were not high.

Therefore, the estate is larger than it appears when you drive up. In addition, the estate is planted with a large number of trees, which provide visual obstruction and effectively absorb and insulate sound.

Then he thought of the land he had acquired in the eastern suburbs, which was also quite large and very cheap. He guessed it would be similar, with majestic mountains shrouded in mist, clear air, lush vegetation, and a remote, sparsely populated area—a veritable feng shui treasure land for murder and robbery.

It's not that Running City doesn't want to develop the suburban land, but once the city expands to a certain extent, it will continue to expand and deploy methods (magic arrays) to resist 'erosion' no matter what.

Everything will be eroded, polluted, and destroyed by the 'mist' that keeps drifting over from the [Misty Mountains]... No matter how many resources are invested, it's useless, like a bottomless pit.

Over time, Running has been developed to its theoretical limits. Therefore, for decades, it has remained at its current size, stagnant and unable to expand further.

In the past, they also attempted to develop underground. But they quickly ran into obstacles again... The city's scale was locked in, which was also one of the reasons for its decline.

However, as Yuan Zhu came into contact with more of the truth, he gradually realized that the development of [Running] did not seem to have hit a bottleneck? Those truly unseen parts were being transferred into the [Spirit Realm Layer] one after another.

For example, the several super prisons built one after another, those virtually invisible 'pharmaceutical companies,' the theoretically large number of superhumans, and the [Rain Academy] which is also famous on the West Coast... their presence in daily life is not high. Therefore, Yuan Zhu guessed that the most exciting aspects of the world are hidden within the [Spirit Realm Layer].

This part of the present world is a low-pollution, low-risk, and highly stable novice protection zone specifically created for ordinary people. Or... a safe and hygienic 'farm'?
Lost in thought, Yuan Zhu, led by Boss Sun, walked along a long blue brick road. Suddenly, the trees on both sides disappeared, revealing a lawn and a row of densely packed villas.

Crackling sounds! Crackling sounds!
In front of the white villa, a tall, strong middle-aged man in training clothes held a nearly three-meter-long riding whip, staring sharply at a group of young women with varying skin tones in front of him.

Under his guidance, the young men, drenched in sweat, swung their small whips rapidly across the open space, creating a series of afterimages and bursts of sound like firecrackers.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A small Ni, panting heavily and struggling to keep up, noticeably slowed its whipping. The middle-aged Ni immediately flew into a rage and lashed out. A blur of motion shot towards the small Ni's hand, precisely striking its arm and drawing a bloody gash, amplifying the intense pain but causing no hidden injury.

"You! Your whipping speed is too slow, you'll be punished with 200 more whippings!"

Tears streamed down Xiao Ni's face from the pain, but she gritted her teeth and endured the punishment, continuing to strain to increase the speed of her whipping: "Yes!"

At this moment, Da Ni saw Lao Ni coming towards him and immediately called out, "Father! Third Master!"

Mr. Sun introduced him: "This is Mr. Stark, the son of Old Butler Stryker and the head of the manor's security team. He studied at a martial arts school and mastered the Limitless Power flowing from the Rain House, as well as several secret martial arts techniques."

Yuan Zhu nodded to indicate his understanding. [Ultimate Power, Ultimate Warrior, Way of Power, Body Refining Technique, Frog God Warrior...] are all the same thing, representing the extraordinary system of the [Frog God], which is based on [muscle fiber synthesis].

It grants extraordinary strength, physique, and pollution resistance, along with an unparalleled "pollution synthesis" constitution. While the "Path of Power" itself is a form of pollution, extraordinary muscles can gain new potential for "secondary pollution superposition."

This isn't a part-time job; it's more like a secondary enchantment. For example, a pure "Ultraman" can undergo secondary processing such as "Holy Light Contamination," "Shadow Contamination," etc., to enchant their muscles.

However, the strength of [Enchanting] is limited and cannot reach the level of other [Transcendent Systems]. Otherwise, there is a risk of 'switching sides' and becoming a puppet of other systems.

Therefore, the "Extreme Warrior" is a flagship product that the "Rain Academy" is pushing outwards, and it is easy to transform it into a "Taoist soldier" of other "poisonous systems".

The reason for this situation is that the "Root of Pollution: Frog God" within the "Path of Power" is completely indifferent to its own "Transcendent System." It's as if it's dead or offline, never responding, which has led to the "Transcendent Individuals" within the system being abducted by other factions.

However, for muscular cultivators who pursue the orthodox [Extreme Body Refinement], all those who actively accept external pollution and seek short-term power through [Enchantment and Heretical Paths] are heretics and evil cultivators with weak wills. Their own deliberate depravity has already caused them to lose the protection of the [Frog God], making it impossible for them to touch the [True Dao], and naturally they will not receive a response.

Yuan Zhu observed the muscular Dark Ni from afar, comparing him to his teammate, Huo Tuo Luo. He noticed that his teammate was much more obese, exuding a menacing aura, like a silent, terrifying killer.

The man before me exuded a powerful aura, radiating an air of authority honed from years of abusing children. He seemed like a headmaster with violent tendencies who enjoyed physically punishing and abusing children.

Yuan Zhu sensed a faint 'polluting power' hidden within the opponent's body, indicating neutrality. The 'polluting aura' was consistent with the [Body Tempering Fluid], without any 'secondary pollution layering,' suggesting a traditional body-refining approach. Alternatively, they might lack the funds or channels to purchase stable and mild [secondary enchanting (polluting) materials].

After the two sides met, Yuan Zhu looked at the group of ugly young men, sweating profusely and with thick lips, and asked, "Are these also reserve boxers?"

“No!” Old Stryker said. “They are my descendants, the backbone of the plantation, the management that tames those beasts. Stark, you continue to teach these children, I’ll take the young master for a walk in the backyard.”

"Okay, don't stop, don't slack off, keep whipping, the last 50 times!"

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Soon, the three bypassed the main buildings of the manor and finally arrived at a structure that resembled a prison, concentration camp, or farm. The walls were studded with countless sharp shards of glass, and above them were rings of barbed wire to prevent escape by climbing over…

The door was quickly opened, and a foul odor, roars, screams, and wails came from inside...

As soon as Yuan Zhu stepped inside, he saw several strong, muscular, and fierce-looking black-skinned burly men wielding leather whips, violently lashing out at the larger, stronger, and uglier green-skinned, gray-skinned, and excrement-colored orcs, as well as the black-skinned mixed-race orcs.

Within the vast park, rows upon rows of neat, cramped concrete cells were densely packed together, their doors secured by transparent iron bars. Each cell contained a concrete bed for living, and also a drainage ditch resembling a large communal toilet for sanitation…

In a large number of concrete cells, there are orcs and hybrid orcs imprisoned, some angry, some numb, some terrified.

At this moment, several black men were using high-pressure water hoses to wash the orcs in the cell, eliciting roars of anger... These were the [Anti-Law Client, Fighting Seed] that Yuan Zhu wanted to buy, who had long since integrated into the planet of Duling and been assimilated by the polluted environment: the former alien magical race [Orcs].

The 'Innate Slave Holy Body' is larger, more brutal, and has a greater physical advantage than his teammate, Huo Tuo Luo!
As expected, the scene unfolded: the black giants rebelled against the Heavenly Gang, wielding leather whips to beat the green, gray, ochre, and excrement-colored beastmen, urging them to work hard, picking fruit and cultivating the land in the manor.

On the other side, the hardworking Black women carried expired leftovers and nearly rotten fruit in small carts to each cell to serve and feed the animals... a scientifically managed way of raising them.

Boss Sun proudly said, "How are they? They're all healthy and strong, aren't they? Our old servants are experts in slave taming and breeding. These beastmen and hybrids are regularly sent up the mountain to gather fruit every day, exercising their bodies through labor; and they're always well-fed and watered, ensuring a good supply of nutrients, so they're all in good health. They also undergo basic 'combat training' on weekends. They're all promising talents!"

Yuan Zhu didn't rush to reply, but instead recalled in his mind that in this timeline, the orcs had already gained the recognition of intelligent species and abolished orc slavery.

Therefore, the actions of the Sun family manor were clearly illegal. Not only did they practice a backward system of slavery, but they also treated orcs like livestock, and yet they didn't escape, rebel, or cause a major upheaval?
(End of this chapter)