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Chapter 118 Escape?

At this time, the man who had screamed before ran over with a black invitation letter, and then handed the black invitation letter to the scar man.

The scar man looked at the five blood-red characters on the invitation letter, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Death notice is really a death notice!

Could it be that if I buy children and beg for them, I will be judged by the death judge?

Why! I didn't kill them! It was just that they broke their legs and arms. Didn't the Death Judge only judge those serious criminals...

The scar man thought he was self-righteous and found the bottom line of the Death Judge, but now, the cruel facts told him that he was wrong.

In fact, he was wrong to lose his human nature for money.

It was already a crime for him to buy children abducted by human traffickers. Later, he even used cruel methods to turn many children into disabled people and beg for him to make money.

He has lost his humanity, but he has never thought about this.

Not only did he not think about the human nature, nor did he think about the sins suffered by children, nor did he think about the pain that families who lost their children would suffer.

Not only were the children abducted, but they were also broken their legs and arms to beg for begging. Their lives can be said to have been destroyed, in the hands of human traffickers and in the hands of scar men.

The scar man knows the death notice, the death trial, and the death judge. It is precisely because of his knowledge that he is afraid, but now he has received the death notice.

"Big...Big... Could it be... Could it be fake? The judge of the death judge is all serious crimes. We... we... can't call it..." The middle-aged man swallowed at this time and then spoke.

"Yes...Yes...I'll take a look...I'll take a look..." When the scar man heard this, he immediately raised some courage, and then trembled and opened the invitation letter.

The moment the death notice was seen by the Scar man, the Scar man froze and even his breathing paused for a moment.

It's true, it's actually true......

Death notice:

Wu Dazhu, male, 32 years old.

Crime: A fool of a woman and a fucking woman, two people.

26 children were purchased from human traffickers, 26 were disabled, and children were controlled to beg for begging.

Killing, robbery, extortion.

Qian Biao, male, 25 years old.

Crime: 26 disabled children, controlled children to beg.

Killing, robbery, extortion.

Zhao Donglin, male, 39 years old.

Crime: 26 disabled children, controlled children to beg.

Killing, robbery, extortion.

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Death trial, execution time, 5 pm.

The middle-aged man, Zhao Donglin, also saw the content on the death notice. His eyes suddenly opened, and then a terrified expression appeared on his face.

"Yes... it's true..." Zhao Donglin stammered.

No one knew that he had killed people, robbed them, and blackmailed them because the place where he committed the crime was very remote and he was hiding well, so no one knew about this.

The scar man, Wu Dazhu, and Qian Biao, all came from the same place, and the three of them committed the crime, which was the secret in their hearts.

After coming to the Demon City, they carefully hid and no longer engaged in murder, robbery, or extortion, just to avoid being wanted everywhere. This place is no longer a remote place. If a case is committed, it is difficult to escape.

They succeeded, hid in the Demon City, and then formed the "Beggars' Sect". At first, they just made small fusses, but later they started to control children's begging.

In order to make the children beg for money more smoothly, they broke a person's legs and found that the results were very good. They bought many children from human traffickers and then made them all disabled.

Originally, they didn't think there would be any danger, because all the children were staring at them.

But now, they have received a death notice, representing a death notice.

"Big...Big Brother...Let's run..." Zhao Donglin looked at Wu Dazhu and stammered.

Wu Dazhu is smaller than him, but Wu Dazhu is cruel enough, so Zhao Donglin calls Wu Dazhu the eldest brother.

"The death trial is 5 pm, now it is 2 pm, and there are 3 hours left. Let's go and leave the demon city far away!" Wu Dazhu took a deep breath, and then spoke.

"Okay, I'll go drive now!" Zhao Donglin said hurriedly.

"Call Biaozi and ask him to wait for us at the bank gate." Wu Dazhu remembered something at this time and said hurriedly.

"Brother, time is precious, let's forget about money? What if the death judge finds out that we have escaped and starts the trial early?" Zhao Donglin said anxiously.

"What, if we don't have money, we will leave the Demon City, eat and drink? Let's rob it? Now the Death Judge is eyeing us. What we have to do is to hide our identity, and this requires money! Do you know!" Wu Dazhu said coldly.

Zhao Donglin was slightly stunned, then nodded quickly and said, "Brother, you are still smart. I'll call Biaozi now."

After Zhao Donglin finished speaking, he took out his cell phone and called. After a few short sentences, Zhao Donglin hurriedly left, and then drove a van to the door.

Seeing this, Wu Dazhu waved his hand immediately, and his two younger brothers followed Wu Dazhu into the car.

Wu Dazhu actually doesn't want to bring these younger brothers, but he can't take them without them, and he can't take them without them.

In Wu Dazhu's opinion, the judge of death has set his sights on him. Taking one more person can give him a greater chance of living.

At least, Wu Dazhu will not abandon his younger brothers until he is truly sure to get rid of the Death Judge.

The Demon City, Ye Chen’s residence.

Looking at the big screen that he could only see by himself, Ye Chen's eyes suddenly narrowed and a cold light flashed by.

Run, run as much as you want...

Ye Chen snorted coldly, then picked up the invisible cloak on the sofa and left the residence.
Chapter completed!
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