The little town sank into darkness amid the clanging of hammers striking iron.
Qing Chen sat on a bed made of branches and dry grass, eyes closed. As he listened to all the murmurs around him, he caught lice for fun. At four in the morning, two bare-chested men suddenly rushed in, grabbed him, and dragged him outside. Qing Chen's legs scraped through the mud as he shouted in terror, "What are you doing? Who are you? Let me go!"
At that moment, Boss Wang stepped out of the darkness. "Enough, let him go. He's no expert. An expert wouldn't have that kind of instinctive reaction." Qing Chen glared at him. "What are you trying to do? Let me go! I'm not taking this money anymore. I'm leaving!"
Boss Wang chuckled. "Too late to think about leaving now. Unless you find something useful in Forbidden Zone 001, you can't leave. There are only two ways out of this town. The first is to find treasure in the Forbidden Zone. The second is to die."
Just then, someone emerged from the darkness carrying a black case. Qing Chen recognized it at once. It was the kind the Inner World syndicates used specifically to preserve organs. They had once been common enough that people in the Lower Third District would carry them through the streets in broad daylight.
But after the Parent's Association appeared and took over one Lower Third District after another, Xiao Qi and Xiao Wu would kill anyone they saw carrying one and hang them in front of buildings as a warning. Gradually, no one dared be so brazen anymore. In truth, there was no such thing as voluntary or involuntary in the organ trade. It bred far too much evil and darkness.
The organ trade was even one