The final gentleman

Just when Yi Chen was absorbing the iron chains planted by the alien body in the deepest part of the plantation,

The warden is preparing to go to the Stairs of Sin and go to the deepest part to talk to the dead who have regained their senses about prison management and the reopening of the endless prison.

As soon as he walked out of the plantation area, a special monk with a slender body, his whole body sealed in leather clothing, and even his head covered in leather clothing came crawling towards him.

"Report to the warden, there is news from the core of the lesion, upgrade [Art Kramer]'s wanted level!"

"What is this guy doing again?"

"Using the [Smiley Face Club] founded by Art as a cover, we are searching and killing the "Skin Apostles" scattered across the old world after they split up in the leather factory.

It is currently confirmed that eight apostles have been killed, their skins were skinned and their flesh was absorbed, and no bones remain. "

"Are you the Skin Apostle who voluntarily left due to the combination of the blood people and the tannery factory, internal reforms, and the inability to accept the new factory system? Do you know why Art suddenly targeted this group of exiles?"

"It's still under investigation... Do we need to send the Great Prison Monk to track down Art?"

"One great prison monk is not enough at all, at least two are needed. We are currently short of manpower, and there happens to be something about [Baron Casas] that needs to be dealt with... Just give a reply to the focus, and I will take action within ten days. action."

"yes!"

…

Late at night, deep in a neutral city.

Various types of laughter resounded in the underground area. The sewers of the entire city have been occupied by the Smiley Face Club. Thousands of patients gather here to hold various 'perverted' activities. No matter what they do, they will win each other's laughter. , even if it means taking off the other person's head.

Art is here tonight,

A huge black cloth bag was dragged behind his back, leaving obvious blood stains in the area where it was dragged.

Art went around several areas and finally came to the office of the person in charge of the city's fan club.

Crunch~ When the solid iron door was pushed open, the person sitting on the bright red leather chair behind the smiling desk turned out to be a young man in a straight suit, holding a gentleman's staff and wearing a smiling mask.

The young man stood up to greet him when the door opened.

"Mr. Art, thank you for your hard work!"

"William... your errand is really troublesome! Now my wanted order at the monastery may be raised. Then the people from the monastery may come back to cause trouble."

"It doesn't matter. Two more monks won't affect you. Have you brought the goods?"

As the young man asked,

Atkanzai hit the black sack directly, smashing the desk to pieces with such force, but when the masked young man was about to be hit, he escaped into the black space of the spiral structure and performed a super-fast space transfer. He sat back on the seat and just missed being hit.

The sack is opened,

The squirming skins immediately attacked the nearest young man, but with a flash of yellow light and shadow, these ownerless skins were instantly suppressed and re-identified as new owners.

"Fuck!"

The young man couldn't help shouting exclamations from another world,

"Art, you have only been out for a short time, and you have already killed a total of eight skinned apostles who were wandering in different parts of the world incognito! I initially thought that you could handle three and that would be enough.

They are indeed the Big Three of the circus. "

William began to laugh uncontrollably, and even the mask on his face fell off.

Art, who was listening to the laughter, couldn't help it anymore and started to laugh too, but there was an unsettling sound mixed in between the laughter, "Stop talking nonsense here! Start your action quickly, I risk being arrested." I will take risks to do this... If William you don't give me corresponding feedback, I will be very unhappy."

William's smile slowly faded, and he put his fingers in front of him and said further, "Art, now that you have collected the skin, why don't you come with me for the next plan? It just so happens that I have a free space in my body. The two of us can definitely be combined!

If you have any dissatisfaction, you can always implant malignant tumors throughout my body. "

As soon as he finished speaking, a steel wire penetrated William's brain directly, and it was still vibrating slightly and shaking his brain.

"William, I'm asking you a question, don't ask me back."

"Come to the leather factory with me, Art!

Let’s meet the deepest Lord of the Epidemic, talk to Him face to face about our upcoming performance, and try to get Him to support us! At least not against us.

Otherwise, if the epidemic owner of the leather factory supports the group of blood people, it will be difficult for the performance to progress unless the boss comes to help in person~ It is impossible for the boss to come out of his state.

After all, the leather factory was forced to cooperate with the Blood People because of economic problems. They themselves probably don't like those bedbugs, as long as we offer equal conditions and win the favor of the plague owner.

I have all kinds of brand-new technologies in my hands, and even some foreign things, so I am fully qualified to negotiate terms in person! However, if you, Art, are here, the probability of successful negotiation will be greatly improved.

After all, we have a cooperative relationship, and Art, you also urgently need the ‘qualifications’ from the blood people, don’t you? "

Art was lost in thought, chewing something in his mouth, and then slowly blew out a human head balloon until the entire balloon burst, splattering blood all over the floor.

"You really like to push your limits! I really don't know how that Moon Boy is willing to cooperate with you? In this case, I have to add a condition. After everything is completed, you must obediently serve as my bait, giving me a chance to cooperate with that man. Moonboy is alone in a room.”

"Okay! But you must wait until the performance is over. Lorian is an indispensable and important 'bearing' for this large-scale performance."

The next day,

The deepest part of the Marginal Plateau, the edge corner of the entire old world.

This was the location of the largest factory in the old world - [Skinfactory of the Deep]. However, in front of the factory there was a 'moat' that did not belong to the skin factory itself, surrounded by a surging blood river of 100 meters. The entire factory is prohibited from being approached by any non-internal personnel.

Not only that, there are also a large number of blood people with insect-like features hovering on the giant peak corresponding to the leather factory, and most of them are wearing decent clothes customized by the leather factory, and their ferocious nature seems to have been restrained a lot because of this.

However,

Even though these blood people surrounding the sky have a large number of compound eyes, providing them with sharper and more detailed vision, they still did not notice a downcast figure walking towards the Suture Gate.

It's as if this person has been removed from their vision and cannot be seen at all,

Moreover, the smell of blood that should have been emitted by the other party was also firmly wrapped under the clothes.

He was hunched over, leaning on a staff, and his whole body was covered in a wrinkled leather bag. He came to the river of blood without any hindrance.

When he stepped towards the surface of the raging blood river, suspended skin bags were automatically formed under his feet to support his body.

When he was halfway through the Blood River, the man stopped slightly because at the bottom of the river was curled up the gatekeeper of the Suture Gate - Pym Lawley.

It's just that the current gatekeeper Pim has bright red blood vessels all over his body and has been completely assimilated.

Pim also felt the outsider, looked up, and continued his hibernation after sensing the rich and impurity-free skin disease.

Finally, we came to the [Suture Gate] which was huge enough to welcome the return of the giant.

This person stretched out his wrinkled arm and pressed it against the surface of the door. Buzz! The resonance caused the entire door to tremble, and then the suture lines on the surface began to slowly unravel.

A soft and sticky sound produced by cortical squirming came out:

"Welcome home, Skin Apostle-Leslie Lovecord."