Wasteland: My Items Can Be Infinitely Upgraded-Chapter 565 - 275: Early Duel—Three Strikes to Quell the Soul Riot (Part 3)

As he turned around, Lin Feng saw the distinct bruising inside the collar, some still fresh and red, clearly indicating recent suffering.

Three days ago, when these rebels, who attempted to sabotage the essential facilities of the Oasis Battleship, were arrested by Lin Feng and the patrol team, they were subjected to thorough instruction by the patrol team members.

As the saying goes: Three strikes to break the rebellious spirit, Officer I am an Upper-class Person!

After tasting the severity of torture, this group of young people, originally just bewitched, trying vainly to use destruction to release their inner, unrestrained youth rebellious emotions, began to betray their teammates one faster than the other.

And Rong Xuan, who was originally stubborn, directly broke down his worldview on the spot after seeing the behavior of his companions selling him out in exchange for a break, and also began to betray his teammates.

He carefully recounted everyone he knew who participated in this matter.

Now this group of guys, lying in the cage, no longer arrogant as before, each is only thinking about how to escape the next unforgettable lesson, seeing each other as mortal enemies.

Wishing to report even the pranks the other played in childhood to the patrol team, in exchange for being hit two fewer times.

The reason it is so effective is, firstly, even Evolvers are living humans, who feel pain when beaten, and with quick recovery speed, so external injuries have become the best interrogation means.

Moreover, the Oasis Upper Class are essentially a group of pampered flowers, who have never fought in their lives, and cannot withstand the patrol team’s torture.

Since the Li Family can incite them with flowery words to commit destruction, the Church can also make them truly feel the cost of unauthorized transgression.

For example, at this moment Rong Xuan, just despising the upper-class people in the cage, not realizing that he has not freed himself from the identity of a slave.

It is merely moving from one hell to a more realistic world.

If her mother cannot give a satisfactory answer to Lin Feng, then what Rong Xuan is about to face is a fate more painful than being in the prison and getting reprimanded every day:

Leaving the safe Oasis Battleship, facing the deadly fangs of the Desert Wolf Race, followed by being prematurely taken by Lin Feng to the Holy City, again sold into a cage to become a commodity, a pet in front of High-tier Evolvers.

"Let’s go."

At this moment Lin Feng spoke slowly, reminding in a deep voice.

Rong Xuan, coming back to her senses, no longer had the arrogant and domineering high-profile that relied on her mother’s status in the Upper District, obediently lowered her head and followed.

After all, the person in front of her was a Tier Two adult.

The two walked one after the other, returning to the Upper District, entering the streets.

After the curfew and the last capture, now the people in the Upper District are panicking, no longer seeing the once leisurely comfort, laughter, and joy...

The cold and deserted streets now only have peering eyes behind the window curtains.

Lin Feng did not care about the attention from these "slaves."

They were just canaries bred in a cage, not belonging to the Wasteland.

Certainly, if someone was willing to leave the Upper District and go to the Wasteland Wilderness to fight for their destiny, Lin Feng wouldn’t mind giving them a hand.

After all, having a good physique as a base, as long as the talent is okay and willing to work hard, is far better than absorbing a group of wanted criminals from the Wanderers.

And soon, the two arrived at the dining hall in the Upper District.

At this moment, Rong Yan, as the lady boss, had already received the news and was standing at the door waiting to greet the two.