Chapter 628 The Enemy Sect Kidnapped Me, but Now They Want to Pay Me to Leave

Chapter 628: Chapter 628 The Enemy Sect Kidnapped Me, but Now They Want to Pay Me to Leave

Bang!

A third collapsed unconscious before he even realized he’d been hit.

Thomas fought desperately, throwing every punch and kick his years of combat experience had taught him.

Each strike landed perfectly. Each strike accomplished absolutely nothing.

Finally...

Zhang San sighed.

"I think that’s enough exercise."

He gently flicked Thomas’s forehead.

The seemingly harmless flick launched the former soldier across the room.

Thomas struck a wall and slowly slid to the floor, unconscious.

One after another, the remaining criminals met the same fate.

Within minutes, the morgue fell silent. Bodies lay scattered across the cold floor.

The laughter, gunfire, and desperate screams had all disappeared.

Only Zhang San remained standing.

He looked around the room, rubbed his hands together with a satisfied smile, and chuckled.

"Old Fogey Lin Feng certainly keeps me busy."

"I wonder who he’ll send me next."

Zhang San let out a long, weary sigh and slowly shook his head.

"I really don’t enjoy dealing with ordinary mortals," he muttered to himself. "They’re simply too fragile."

He looked around the vast, silent morgue.

Bodies lay scattered across the cold stone floor.

Only moments ago these men had been shouting, threatening, and laughing at Lin Feng.

They had carried themselves with absolute confidence, believing that money, guns, and numbers made them untouchable.

Now every one of them was unconscious. The silence was almost peaceful.

Zhang San folded his arms and scratched his cheek.

"Still..." he murmured, "Old Fogey Lin Feng personally sent them here."

"That means they must have crossed a line they shouldn’t have crossed."

He walked slowly through the room, inspecting each prisoner one by one.

His expression was no longer as playful as before.

Instead, there was a hint of disappointment.

"I’ve seen countless people like you."

"They think strength exists to oppress the weak."

"They mistake fear for respect."

"They believe there will never be consequences."

He sighed again.

"And yet, they always end up here."

With a casual wave of his hand, dark chains emerged from the stone floor like living serpents.

They slithered toward the unconscious criminals before wrapping around their wrists, ankles, and waists.

Each chain emitted a faint black glow, making escape impossible.

The restraints weren’t merely physical.

They bound body, mind, and spirit alike.

Even if these men awakened and struggled with every ounce of strength they possessed, they wouldn’t be able to loosen them by even an inch.

Thomas Mercer was the first to regain consciousness.

He blinked several times before realizing he was suspended in the air by the dark chains.

His military instincts immediately took over. He twisted. Pulled. Tested every restraint.

Nothing moved. His breathing gradually became heavier.

"What... are these?"

The chains felt colder than ice, yet they burned wherever they touched his skin.

Around him, the other criminals slowly awakened one after another.

Confused voices soon echoed through the morgue.

"My arms!"

"I can’t move!"

"Get these things off me!"

"Boss!"

"Boss, help us!"

Thomas looked toward Zhang San.

For the first time in many years, he felt completely powerless.

The fat man smiled back pleasantly.

"Good."

"You’re all awake."

One of the gangsters immediately shouted,

"Who are you?!"

"What is this place?"

"Let us go!"

Another struggled violently until the chains rattled loudly.

"You’ll regret this!"

"My family will find me!"

"My lawyer will..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang San lightly snapped his fingers.

The man’s voice disappeared. He could still open his mouth.

He simply couldn’t produce a sound. The sudden silence frightened everyone else.

Zhang San smiled apologetically.

"I don’t mind questions."

"But I do dislike unnecessary noise."

With another snap, the man’s voice returned.

The criminal immediately fell silent, no longer daring to provoke him.

Satisfied, Zhang San slowly began pacing before the prisoners.

"This place has many names."

"I simply call it my prison."

"Time passes differently here."

"No one enters unless I personally allow it."

"And no one leaves ever."

Those words caused every face to turn pale.

Thomas frowned.

"So..."

"We’re prisoners?"

Zhang San nodded.

"Exactly."

"You’ve spent your lives hunting others."

"Now you’ll have plenty of time to reflect on your own choices."

The room fell silent. Nobody laughed anymore. Nobody threatened him.

For the first time since their kidnapping operation had begun, the criminals truly understood that they were no longer dealing with ordinary people.

Everything they had believed about the world had been shattered in a single evening.

Zhang San looked at them for a long moment before rubbing his hands together.

"I suppose Old Fogey Lin Feng will send me another group eventually."

He chuckled to himself.

"Criminals seem to multiply faster than rabbits."

Turning toward the enormous iron doors at the end of the morgue, he waved his hand once more.

One by one, the chained prisoners disappeared in flashes of black light, each transported to a separate cell deep within the strange realm.

Thomas was the last to vanish.

Before disappearing, he looked once more at the smiling fat man.

He had survived battlefields. He had survived wars.

He had survived the criminal underworld.

Yet none of those experiences had prepared him for this place.

As the final prisoner disappeared, silence once again settled over the eerie morgue.

Zhang San yawned, stretched his enormous arms, and smiled to himself.

"I wonder who Old Fogey Lin Feng will send next."

"I just hope they’re a little more interesting."

His laughter echoed through the empty halls as he visited hell upon every single one of his new toys.

"It’s so big! It can’t fit!" the men cried out in panic, their voices cracking as they struggled against the crushing weight pinning them down.

The big fatty didn’t listen. He never did.

A slow, hungry grin spread across his face as he ignored their pleas, forcing himself forward with deliberate, relentless pressure.

The lewd act that followed was something beyond anything they had ever imagined... wet, heavy, and impossibly deep, stretching them past every limit they thought they had.

At first they fought, twisting and shoving, but his bulk was overwhelming.

Hours passed like that... slow, grinding, merciless.

What began as desperate resistance slowly turned into exhausted, trembling submission.

They could have imagined hell in the worst way possible, yet nothing in their darkest thoughts prepared them for the reality of being used so thoroughly, so completely, by something that massive.

"Lin Feng! Forgive us!" They desperately cried out to the person who had sent them here, but Lin Feng had already gone, stepping toward a life they could no longer reach.