Chapter 1190 Special Number
Many people rushed over to sign their names.
After all, they had had enough of this place.
They had slept through the night and were hungry.
Everyone wanted to eat something, drink some water, and breathe some fresh air outside.
But soon, someone noticed a problem.
"Everyone, don't sign yet! There's an issue with this agreement!" someone shouted, holding up the agreement.
"If you sign this, it's like a slave contract! At best, you'll be stuck working here and can't leave. A few months might be bearable, but ten or twenty years here would be a disaster! We can't sign this, and the worst part is, it might not just be here!"
A man in black said, "The rules here are that since you're here, you have to follow them. If you don't sign, you won't get any food. Those who sign can go eat and rest on the first floor. Those who don't sign will stay here."
Upon hearing that they could rest on the first floor and eat, a few people gritted their teeth and signed.
After all, they had no money and only one life to lose.
Everyone wanted to eat, having been hungry all night. Plus, the air here was extremely foul.
With a dozen men gathered together all night and someone vomiting in the morning, the smell was truly unbearable.
Derek and Stefan exchanged a glance.
Derek nodded.
The two walked over and signed their names.
As Derek passed the man in black, he noticed a number on the man's neck.
It looked like it was branded.
0263
It seemed that each man in black had a different number on his neck.
After walking out, Derek said to Stefan, "Did you see the numbers on their necks?"
"Yes, there were two of them. One had 0263 on his neck, and the other had 0266. They all wear masks here and no one uses their real names, so they go by numbers."
"The one with 0266 looks older, with a hunched back and wrinkles on his neck, probably around 60 years old. The one with 0263 is younger, speaks with authority, has a thick neck, and a strong build, likely in his prime."
There were men in black watching all the way.
The two followed the crowd to the dining hall on the first floor.
Stefan said, "Derek, do you think those who don't sign will get any food, or will they be left without any?"
"People who don't follow the rules can't survive here," Derek whispered. "They periodically post invitations on major forums to attract young people, but I don't know what their purpose is."
"Derek, look at what they're doing," Stefan said, looking into the distance.
Derek looked over too.
At the entrance of the dining hall on the first floor, there was a security gate.
People walked through it and were scanned.
Only after confirming they weren't carrying any dangerous items could they enter.
"It's a security check."
The device beeped.
Instantly, two men in black pinned down an elderly man in a plaid shirt with a hunched back.
The old man struggled, "Let me go! I'm going to kill you! I want revenge! You bastards ruined my son!"
The old man had a knife in his hand, which was knocked to the ground, and then the two men in black tied him up and took him away.
The old man struggled, shouting and screaming.
Immediately, many people around started talking.
"What's going on?"
"Revenge? What does that mean?"
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