In the darkness, the disaster wakes up slowly.

Then there is the quality three-in-one: "Who am I? Where am I? What happened?"

But no one answered him.

He found himself lying on the cold floor, not even a mat under him.

"You can't treat me like this. I'm a factory owner!" Hua Lie shouted in grief and anger.

But no one paid attention to him.

The floor was cold, but not wet.

But after lying on it for a long time, it hurts.

As a Nashenian, the disaster has long since disappeared from the tradition of hard work.

Their Nashenians have long since divided into a new race, called the "Golden Nashenians", because all they have golden blood flowing in their blood.

This also represents their noble status and identity. They are the founders of the Industrial Party, their race and the highest proportion of factory owners.

However, neither his noble identity nor his prominent surname could make his current situation better.

The disaster finally got up from the ground and walked out slowly.

When I pushed open a door that would creak, the disaster heard a strange rustling sound from outside.

It was like something was constantly colliding, or it was like tiny pieces of ice flowing across the river.

I also heard a strange conversation.

"Three cakes!"

"eat!"

"Seven!"

"bump!"

Hearing this brief conversation made Hua Le subconsciously feel a little numb.

He still remembered that he was deceived by such a brief conversation, and the other party really rushed in along the line.

Now, as long as he thinks of the light blade flying from the sky, and destroys his factory with one knife, his scalp will be numb.

By the way, where is my factory?

My factory...

Huanlie subconsciously reached out and touched the factory owner token on his chest.

He reached out and sensed his connection with the factory token.

But in the past it was always warm, like something was rhythmic inside the factory, but it was as cold as a piece of ice, and it had completely lost its connection with its own factory.

What exactly happened?

Has his factory been completely damaged?

Of course he didn't know that the sugar ball factory upgraded to the Star Factory had an appetite that was more than ten times bigger than before. Now his factory, the useful ones were probably dismantled, and the useless ones were probably turned into waste and discharged.

The disaster got up from the ground and stumbled outward.

After passing through an iron door, I saw a long corridor outside.

There are the same rooms on both sides of the corridor.

This is a cell, but there are no fences, shackles or something.

A glimmer of hope arose in Huaili's heart, and he might be able to escape!

Just go back to your own factory...what can you do when you return to your own factory?

He didn't know either, but at least he had to go back!

He is a factory owner! If he doesn’t have a factory, what kind of factory owner is he?

He looked around and found a brighter light at the end of one side, and hurried over.

The sound of kicking and stomping footsteps echoed in the dark corridor, as if someone was chasing him from behind.

The disaster quickly accelerated and ran out of the corridor frantically. The corridor was not long, but the body that had not been exercised for a long time was already out of breath at such a short distance.

It was not until he saw the warm lights and five or six tables that he covered his abdomen, bent down, and gasped.

"Oh, disaster, you're awake." Hearing the movement here, Old Mo waved his hand and greeted him, "Come here, come here! I'm not lucky, how many games do you want to play for me?"

"What?" Huaili looked puzzled, then he looked up and looked to the side.

A half-open door is not far away.

A faint rumbling sound came from outside, as if it was directed to other areas of the factory.

The disaster line takes two steps forward, and then look around with caution.

There was no guard, and no one stopped him.

But strange... why didn't these people run away?

Could it be that there is any trap on the door that will be cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces as long as you walk over it?

Thinking of this, the disaster shuddered and filled his feet. He walked carefully to the door and looked outside.

There seems to be no trap.

There is indeed a long corridor outside, and there is a complex passage not far away.

There are too many places to hide in the factory, and he has no doubt that as long as he goes out, he will be half successful in escaping.

Why is it so easy?

It's impossible.

The disaster pondered.

At this moment, Lao Mo said: "Eighty thousand!"

"bump!"

"eat!"

"Two shots!"

Lao Mo hammered his head with a hateful hammer, let out a "bang", opened the drawer in front of him, and found that there was only one chip left inside.

"Oh, I have no bargaining chips now, I owe it first! I owe it!"

"No, how can I take credit on the poker table?"

"The bad luck will be passed on to me, pay quickly!"

"But I really have no bargaining chips..."

"Then go and change it! OK, change it, change it, who will you do?"

Everyone, look at me, and I don’t even want to attend the seat.

These three people are in good luck, and whoever comes will die.

"Who... the disaster line, come!"

"I?"

"I can't..." Seeing these guys, Hua Lie probably played some games, but they were completely different from the games he played before. "And, I don't have any bargaining chips!"

"Newcomers can change a box for free, I'll help you get it!" Lao Mo turned around and ran to the corner.

At this time, Huanlie saw a strange creature sitting in the corner with a short stature, only one foot tall, wearing a long skirt, three-petaled mouth, long ears and red eyes.

She glanced at Huaili and handed the box of chips to Lao Mo.

"Come on, sit down." Press the disaster line on the seat, and Lao Mo pointed next to him: "This game is actually very simple. Look at this, this is a cake..."

Several other people also said enthusiastically:

"Let's go around first, it's not a win or lose. You'll know after playing."

"By the way, I'll pour you some more happy water for the fat man!" Old Mo handed over a cup attentively.

Then I walked a few laps, as the saying goes, the good luck of a novice, with Lao Mo's guidance, the disaster line won two games.

"Oh, you play first, I'll go to another table to see." Lao Mo's hands itched again.

He ran to the bunny girl next to him: "Girl, I'll change some chips."

"Hmm?" The bunny girl was a little cold and stared at him with red eyes.

"I also know a secret... He has a wife and is now a factory owner. I have her frequency band, so you can definitely find her! How many boxes of chips can this secret be exchanged for?"

The bunny girl put a box of chips in front of him.

"Only one box...Okay, let's see if I turn it over and make a comeback!"

Lao Mo turned around and entered the mahjong court again.
Chapter completed!