Hunter's Mind Slug

"Why is that guy walking over there? What are you planning to do?"

In the monitoring room, after discovering Ron's situation, Liber kept staring at him from time to time. At first, when Ron met those prisoners, he just felt bad for them.

Everyone here is a serious prisoner who has been in prison for more than a hundred years. It doesn't matter whether they live or die. Even without Ron, they won't have an easy time here.

But seeing these five prisoners being rescued and crippled again and again, Liber felt a little sorry for them.

And later, Ron continued to move towards the prison below, and he couldn't sit still.

If the other party released everyone, he would probably have to catch them one by one. The people who were still imprisoned below were not honest people, and they were even more fierce than the prisoners who were released to be examiners.

"Damn..."

Seeing that Ron had entered the elevator slowly and was going to the prison area, Liber couldn't sit still anymore, and the potato chips in his hand were no longer fragrant. He patted the table and started to act directly.

"Keep an eye on the situation here, and notify me if anything happens."

Standing aside, a big man with thick lips who was several heads taller than Liber had been standing next to Liber. He was also one of the few staff members in the trap tower who was not a prisoner.

"Yes."

Watching Liber leave, the big man with thick lips also knew that this was not a good thing, and did not say any more nonsense.

No one knew the situation in the monitoring room.

And this prison area.

It was pitch black and there was nothing to see in many places. The few lights and torches were not enough to illuminate this space. Ron took the elevator and went directly into the prison area from top to bottom.

As soon as he came down, he attracted a lot of people's attention. Among the prison cells here, some were only blocked by iron bars, especially the light of this elevator was much brighter than the torches or light red lights in the prison area.

It was normal to be discovered directly.

"So you're the only one here? Not the guys from before?"

"Hey, kid, who are you?"

"Hey, kid, are you lost? Come here, let your uncle take a look."

"Hey, come here, come here."

At this moment, Ron was like a flower that attracted bees and butterflies. He had just walked into this area and smelled the disgusting stench here, and he had already received many people's "welcome" and "invitation letters".

"The living environment is not bad."

The elevator door behind him closed, and Ron also looked around and scanned the cells around him. There were many people in the room, the least was only one, and the more was even six or seven.

But everyone was like the guys before, wearing the coarse cloth prisoners, and some of them even had tattered clothes, and everyone was still wearing chains and handcuffs.

"Boy, how did you get here?"

In the cell closest to Ron, someone had already run to the iron railing and yelled a little crazy, very excited, as if he had seen something good.

"I see. You are a candidate, right? I heard that there are candidates from the Hunter Association coming this year. Come on, let me go. I'll take you to make a fortune."

"I'll protect you in the future."

"Yes, you want money, women, power and status, I have everything. Find a way to open this door, and I'll give it to you."

As one person guessed, many other prisoners' eyes lit up and began to yell.

Covering his ears and frowning, Ron was a little dissatisfied with the noise here.

"Be quiet, be quiet."

Perhaps because Ron had something to ask for now, the prisoners present did not continue to yell when they heard Ron's emphatic words. Many people turned their eyes to him, wanting to see what he wanted to say.

"Do you need treatment?"

Looking at everyone looking at him, Ron grinned and said loudly. Although this seemed to be a question, Ron said it in a very firm tone, the kind that did not allow any rebuttal.

It was this feeling, this smell. The people present all exuded a similar aura to those he had seen, all smelling like scum.

They all needed treatment and needed rectification.

"Treatment?"

"What treatment?"

"Are you the warden's man?"

At first, the prisoners were a little confused when they heard this sudden word, and they couldn't figure out the situation, but some people with quick minds shouted with hope and desire in their eyes.

"Treatment, I want treatment, come here, come here."

"Me too, I need treatment."

"Little brother, I'm dying, please help me first, I will repay you."

"Little brother, this way, my roommate is dying, and I want you to treat him before he dies."

After one person spoke, various voices came out in an endless stream, and later they even started to quarrel and shout, and there were some weirdos and drama hidden among them.

"Hehehe~~ Come on, take your time, I have plenty of time."

Looking at the malicious eyes around him, Ron licked his tongue and smiled, and his eyes on these prisoners were not much better.

"Here, here."

"I'm in a hurry here."

Seeing so many people need him, with Ron's personality, he naturally wouldn't just ignore these people, and his face changed to a harmonious smile that exuded a gentle sunshine.

He patted the slug on his shoulder.

"Slug, go ahead and get them treated."

Naturally, he was not going to let go of such a large number of life sources. With so many people begging him to save them, Ron felt very relieved.

"Yes, Lord Ron."

Seeing that he had come to work again, and there were so many people there, the little slug responded with joy, and then started to take action.

He lay down on the ground and began to transform, from a small slug the size of a fist to a big guy over two meters tall and several meters long, and this guy hasn't stopped yet.

There are so many people here, it takes some energy and energy.

Split, split, split.

Following the slug's movements, the prison area began to quiet down. No matter how stupid they were, they felt that something was wrong with the situation.

Many people swallowed their saliva quietly, even a little nervously.

The sudden silence made the prison area seem particularly scary. The biggest sound that could really be felt at this time was probably the sound of one's own heartbeat.

"Hey hey hey, don't worry, we all have it. No matter who you are or why you came here, we are destined to meet you. I will heal you perfectly."

Ron's grin widened, and he also showed a bit of excitement at this time. During this period, he also counted that there were 20 prison cells here.

About a hundred prisoners, pretty much the same as mentioned before.

Most of them are four or five people, and a small number are six or seven or eight people. There are very few people who live in a single room.

There have been a lot of recent additions to the collection.

The number of recommendation votes is also much lower than before.

Investment has been stuck and now there are only 67.

Dear friends, please vote after reading this. I still want to be higher on the list.

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