The meat market, which was once in full swing, suddenly froze.


    The customers who were salivating just now seemed to have a lump of wet hair in their throat and couldn''t make any sound.


    The boy reluctantly looked over and saw a very "wet" man.


    Ignoring the cobra like sarcoma on his forehead, this man is actually decent, but his sweat glands seem to be affected by radiation, flowing with yellow sweat all the time. In the dim sunlight, it is like a layer of yellowish brown scales.


    "Snake, snake master..."


    Just now, the butcher, who was still in high spirits and was in charge of the whole situation, stammered and explained, "I, I don''t know you don''t want to sell it. This sheep was brought by the fourth brother. He said, said..."


    "Yes, snake."


    When the boy saw the strong man who had just sent him with all kinds of clothes, he bowed in front of the snake master and said with a smile, "this boy has been making thousands in our gambling shop for three days in a row. Today, he was arrested. According to the rules, he has to pay for the loss. Touching his pocket, he didn''t have half a bullet, and all the chips were stolen, so this good meat is worth some money, so..."


    "Oh."


    Snake master laughed, like Mu Chunfeng, "why don''t you tell me?"


    "Four elder brother"''s face suddenly became whiter than the butcher''s, his legs trembled, and his voice became more distorted. "I, you, your old man, are not busy trading with the nigger Gang these days. I think, if you think about it, don''t disturb me."


    "Shh..."


    Snake master put a thin and long finger on his thin lip, blew a breath to "fourth brother", and said with a smile, "old four, what does snake master dislike most?"


    "Excuse."


    "Four elder brothers" hard swallow saliva, tremble a way: "snake Ye most don''t like to hear excuse."


    "Good."


    Snake master no longer looked at him and narrowed his eyes. Half of his cold eyes were aimed at the butcher, and the other half was given to all the customers. He said faintly, "again, this sheep is not sold. Is there any problem?"


    No,


    Everyone in Tombstone town knows that snake master, the boss of "Sirius gambling house", dislikes two things the most.


    excuse.


    And problems.


    "Snake master, you, you old man, take this sheep back, I really don''t know!"


    The butcher said with a sad face, "I''ll give you another 50 catties of double head beef. Don''t be too little. Recently, the acid rain outside is so severe that it''s hard to make meat..."


    "No, it''s not your fault if you don''t know."


    Snake master laughs, grabs the boy''s ankle with one hand, and lifts him up. It''s like carrying a lamb just born. "Today''s matter is that the people in my gambling house are not good at doing things, which delays your business for half a day. At night, snake master gives you 50 chips in the gambling house."


    "Thank you snake, thank you snake, thank you snake!"


    When he heard the word "chips", the butcher''s eyes were shining, his face was shaking, and he began to drool like the customers.


    "Don''t thank me, just thank me."


    Snake Master said, "everyone in Tombstone town and the bloody wasteland knows that snake master likes justice best."


    With these words, the snake master took the boy and went out as if there were no one else.


    The crowd, like the tide of division, made way for them one after another. Although many people made a sound of "cooing" in their throats and looked at the boy''s eyes, they almost burst into blood, but no one dared to say "no".


    However, there are always exceptions.


    "Hey, it''s rare to have such a good sheep. I''ve been waiting for a long time, but I won''t let you cut any meat. It''s too bad for you to do things in Tombstone town."


    "Bang!"


    A strong man with three-level armor and tattoos on his face stood in front of the snake master and threw a thick canvas backpack on the ground. It was heavy inside, all of which were scrap cars, spring steel and freshly ground knives.


    Spring steel is a good raw material for making war knives, especially for heavy trucks. Coupled with the rapid development of doomsday technology after the nuclear war, the machete made of spring steel combines hardness with softness. It can blow the hair and break the blade. It can break most of the armor completely.


    So, like bullets, it''s hard currency on the wasteland.


    "I have plenty of money!"


    The tattooed man stared at the boy''s hand, licked his lips and said, "life belongs to snake master. I only want his hand!"


    Snake Lord looks at the strong man.


    The strong man looked at the snake defiantly, and the two companions behind him tightened their backpacks filled with spring steel, holding the sharp knife and pistol at their waist.


    "You are steel merchants in Ganghua city."


    Snake master laughs, "scrap iron Gang, isn''t it?"


    "That''s right."


    Tattoo strong man elated, "our scrap iron Gang materials, can build the fastest knife on the bloody wasteland!"


    "Oh."


    Snake master nodded, "want to eat hand?"


    "Want to eat!"


    Tattoo strong man tough way, "we have money, the wasteland to eat half a month of sand, today must eat a hand!"


    "I understand."


    Snake master did not return, "old four, give me the dagger, let the friends from afar of Ganghua city know the hospitality of tombstone town."


    "Yes, snake."


    "Four elder brothers" don''t understand what the snake master is going to do, but his guilty heart and fear make him react quickly. His hands touch a delicate dagger wrapped in calfskin.


    The next scene, no one saw, no one thought.


    "Miso! Shua! Whew


    After three sounds lighter than the wind blowing catkins, the scorpion shell scabbard that tattooed the strong man''s waist was empty. The fourth brother''s left hand flew high into the air, and was pierced from the palm by a sharp sharp sharp knife, which was firmly copied in the snake master''s hand.


    Everyone''s face became particularly ugly.


    The tattoo man looked at the empty scorpion shell scabbard around his waist, and his face was like ashes.


    The scrap iron helps himself to make a knife. He can make the fastest knife on the bloody wasteland. Naturally, he can also make the fastest use of it.


    But his knife was in the snake master''s hand, and he didn''t see what was going on.


    "Fourth brother" is dumbfounded, looking at his wrist and broken left arm, sweating, half a word can not be called, dare not call.


    Snake master wants to cut off his hand, so he is guilty of spitting blood.


    "Please."


    Snake master slowly, slowly, slowly handed each other''s knife, together with the "fourth brother" left hand, "you want the hand."


    The tattooed man''s lips moved, just like the "fourth brother". Sweat oozed from his forehead. He looked at the boy who was still held upside down by the snake master, and did not speak.


    "I know that you think the meat of this hand is too old. You want to eat the hand of this sheep. But I tell you, the owner of this hand used to be the best spectator of Sirius gambling house. His hand is soaked in liquid medicine every day and moved countless times. Every piece is live meat. It''s not old at all, and it''s chewy enough to ensure delicious."


    Snake master looked at the tattooed man, almost stabbed the tip of the knife into the other party''s nose, "fair, snake master work, absolutely fair."


    "Thank you..."


    The tattoo man looked at the sharp point of the knife and said dejectedly, "thank you snake master, then, how much do we need this hand, how much is it?"


    "Fifty spring steels."


    The snake Master said.


    "What?"


    The tattoo man''s eyes widened. "Snake master, it''s not that we can''t afford to eat. Do you know how many knives fifty spring steel can make and how many hands fifty spring steel can chop on the bloody wasteland? Let''s bargain again!"


    "Yes, a hundred spring steels."


    The snake Master said.


    "Here, here!"


    The tattooed man trembled, "snake Lord, we scrap iron Gang --"


    "Two hundred spring steels."


    Snake Master said with a smile, "this is my last bid, but it''s not one hand. It''s seven, seven hands, two hundred spring steel. The price is very reasonable."


    The snake master looked at the hands of the tattooed man and his two companions with a smile.


    Three scrap iron gang members, each with two hands, add up to six.


    Six hands of the scrap iron Gang, plus one hand of "four brothers", are not exactly seven hands?


    Tattoo strong man understood.


    Look at the snake master, look at the knife on the snake master''s hand and the hand on the knife, and then look at the innumerable pairs of hostile eyes around him. He bit his teeth, shivered and reluctantly said: "OK, deal, but there are only 50 pieces here. The rest of the stock is in the warehouse of the nigger gang."


    "It doesn''t matter. Snake believes you."


    Snake Master said, "people who like to eat hands have good taste. People with good taste always have good reputation. Everyone is good friends. Welcome to Tombstone town. If you have time in the evening, you may as well go to Sirius gambling house. Snake master will give you 100 chips for free. If you are lucky, you may win back 200 spring steel in one night."


    The eyes of the three scrap iron gang members, like the butchers, lit up.


    "Don''t worry, no one dares to play tricks in Sirius gambling house."


    Snake master shook the boy in his hand, "unless he wants to become the meat on the chopping board."


    "Yes."


    Tattoo strong man some remorse way, "snake Lord''s justice, is also known in the steel flower city."


    Snake master laughs, kicks the spring steel on the ground with his foot, and says in a high voice: "butcher, come here, call the steel here, how many, change the meat, and divide it equally among all the people present. Snake master compensates for everyone''s losses. After eating the meat, they all come to the gambling house, and one person has ten chips, which are recorded in snake master''s account!"


    Inside and outside the meat market, there were cheers and cheers.


    ……


    The boy was carried upside down by the snake master and left the meat market all the way.


    The whole world turned upside down. The lead clouds and purple sun seemed to turn into a wobbly sea, while the stinking earth turned into a black sky.


    They passed the "old John''s car shop" which was adding armor and thrusting to the off-road vehicle. They passed the bloody tent where they were fighting in the black market. They passed the deafening noise all day long, the knife shop of the nigger Gang, and the Sorcerer''s workshop which smelled so bad that they could not know what kind of grease they were suffering from.


    People with abscesses, sarcomas, scales and claws, people in blood, people in armor, people swaggering with shotguns, people with haircuts, people who are asking God to help them, are dancing like ghosts.


    In the end, the boy was caught and dragged back to the starting point of the meat market, Sirius gambling house.


    The boy was a little too scared to think.


    When he recovered a little, he found that he had been taken to the deepest room of the gambling house, which he had never seen before.


    "Click."


    Snake master locked the door. There were only two of them in the room. The only ventilation window was welded by the iron fence.


    There is also a cabinet, a TV and a bed.


    This bed is big and comfortable.