Chapter 255 [It's Really Dark]
As a driver of Berxgger, the bodyguard head, the man of the body of the body, was watching the lively slave market on both sides and frowned.
"Master, you must also know what the origin of these girls is? If you have not had a forefront, the family property is strong. Not only the family members of the Singh Industrial Group, but this situation will be likely. You have the merits of merit, how many people have been saved. "
Belsinger looked at the young girls who were picked up like a product and shook their heads with sigh of sighing, and said bitterly. "But my ability is still too weak, I can't save people as I want. You can see these young girls. What kind of fate do they face in the future can imagine that there is no way to save them. "" "
Do n’t think so? Watching Berxgg's mood was low, I planned to say something easy, and said with a smile. "Master, this is nothing to do. After all, personal abilities are too weak compared to the country. What can you do in the government? You can protect us. What do you want you? Change another person to try to see if they can keep these people. "
Belsinger just shook his head and looked at the girls who were picked by people like a product and said silently, and soon the car came to the building materials. Because she and Lina lived in school since she was a child, there were too many people who had completely destroyed the truth, and they were not suitable for living as a noble identity like himself, so they were rebuilt into a warehouse.
Now Berzeringer is the general manager room of the Building Materials Bank to the second floor. The general manager's office and those heads and brains of the Building Materials Cleboles were discussed with some problems. After the business was finished, Bell's character frowned and told everyone.
"Presumably everyone lives in the town, and knows that after the disaster is in trouble, what industry is the hottest. That's right that is the industry where slaves are buying and selling. You see those girls without, and you can't grasp yourself in the face of future fate. In your hands, you have become a walking dead. "
The only person present was Belsine, who was older than him? I haven't seen it before. Although the Indian government is advertised as the most populous democratic country in the world and is complacent, in the dark corner, those dirty and shameless transactions are undergoing it, and has never been cut off. His darkness is beyond people's imagination.
Only Belsinger was guarded by the old housekeeper under his wings, and the top giants who had grown up happily had never seen such a tragic situation. Who hasn't seen it? At a glance, everyone knew that their own master was impacted by this shameless transaction in front of the eyes.
The young eagle finally flew into the sky, and was baptized by the storm, and it was only known that the world was difficult. The world is not as beautiful as you think. It is inevitable. After all, although people are different from both sides, they can feel the same. If you are arranged to choose sale in the slave market, what will you do in the face of dark fate and endless pain.
But isn't there a saying good? Slowly it will adapt, and society is like this that you can't change. You can only adapt. If you see a lot, you will be numb, and you will pass slowly, so everyone starts to persuade their master to go to their hearts. The master protects so many people who have worked in Singh. What do you want?
It may endure the system of surnames for thousands of years. Everyone has learned to endure, all learned to adapt, and they all learned to obey. I also believe that as long as you have a peace of mind and stay in your class, you will be re -rebuilt after his death, and he will definitely be a superior person and be a rich person to change his fate of his grassroots.
This kind of thought has been deeply rooted. You want to change it, not to mention that it is not your noble master with a higher surname. Seeing everyone's arrangements for fate, all the consequences of disaster, anyway, they put their responsibilities aside.
It felt very angry. He waved his hands and quickly let these bastards roll out of his room, then sat next to the window to smoke, watching the messy streets although a messy but very lively street. A scene that made himself couldn't suppress the anger appeared.
Opposite the streets, two Brahmin monks who are sixty or seventy -year -old are dressed like people and kindly. But when choosing a little girl with only six -year -old, she actually took off the other party's clothes very much, and checked it like a animal. The head is full, and even the two or even the two are arguing who should sell how much money to buy this little female slave.
These Brahman sacrifices have experienced countless things such a big age. They can be said to be golden eyes. As long as these Brahmins are both the young girls who are fancy, they are so ugly and dirty. When growing up, it must be a rare beauty. It can be said that these Brahman festivals are countless women. Since becoming a sacrifice monk, they have enjoyed the body of countless women. They are the most experienced groups.
The two old guys were arguing with the dispute, and the troubles were boiling, and the little girl with a little white mouse was squatting on the ground with her arms. Silently crying and thin shoulders were pumped because of emotional depression, like a injured little swallow, squatting in the cold in the rain, how could a tragic word shivering.
However, the paunchy and luxuriously dressed and high-ranking aristocratic men around them actually laughed and cheered for the two brahmin priests who were arguing. Are these people still human? Don't they have any children? This little girl looked like she was only six or seven years old. It was really unbearable. Belsinger couldn't bear it anymore.
He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out with his feet, and cursed while holding his clothes. I walked downstairs and saw Brooke, a human mule, laughing and drinking tea with some people in the yard, and started to curse and kick them.
"You are quite leisurely. Hurry up and follow me. Damn it, I can't stand it anymore. See how I deal with these bastards."
Although the human mule was kicked, seeing his master's imminent anger felt very incredible. What's going on? Who made my old man so angry? Do you not want to live anymore? Brooke, who treats me as a human being, is just a decoration.
When he heard his master's order to the copycat, he immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist, loaded the gun with a click, and then shouted crazily. "Master, tell me who it is? We're going to eat him alive right away. Who is he that made you so angry?"
Why is there so much nonsense? Bell's character just waved his hand and asked Rodbrook to follow behind him, and then walked out of the building materials store. After pushing through the lively crowd, he rushed inside 30 meters away, but there was a quarrel between two brahmins who couldn't argue. The two of them were comparing each other, which temple I belonged to, which religious sect I belonged to, and how powerful I was.
Some of the surrounding high-caste gentlemen in luxurious clothes also divided into two groups of Brahmin priests who shared the same faith with them and cheered behind them. The two sides were quarreling fiercely. After finally breaking into the crowd, Belsinger quickly took off his jacket and wrapped the little girl who was only six or seven years old around her body, giving her some warmth and some dignity.
There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!
Then he stood up, stared at the two Brahmin priests who were looking at him with cold eyes, and said with a sneer. "You two don't have to argue. I bought this little girl and Brooke paid for it. Who dares to stop you? Kill him with one shot."
Seeing the head-on confrontation between his master and two Brahmin priests, Brooke broke into a cold sweat. The religious traditions and secular beliefs formed over thousands of years prevent these people from showing the slightest disrespect to Brahmins. Of course, my master belongs to the Kshatriya class and is not afraid of Brahmins, but they are not the same.