Night, a secluded section of the River Thames in London.
A half-old small steamboat was docked by the river, and five or six burly men carried well-looking women from cars on the bank and placed them into the cabin of the small steamboat.
They were a gang organization in London, specializing in making huge profits through human trafficking.
Eight years after the end of World War I, although the United States had risen rapidly, Britain was still the World's leading colonial power, and its international status remained strong.
Therefore, women from London, the capital of Britain, were naturally worth more in some smaller countries.
Every country has poor people, and every country has rich people. They would search for good-looking women in the London slums. They would trick and abduct them in various ways, then smuggle and sell them to wealthy individuals in smaller countries to satisfy their perverted desires.
And when women from the slums went missing, the government generally didn't pay much attention.
"Hurry up!"
Standing on the bank, a young man dressed in a suit and tie, looking well-groomed, smoked a cigarette while ordering the burly men.
He was one of the organization's leaders and the person in charge of this transaction.
A fat man in his forties standing next to him laughed:
"No need to rush. I've already taken care of the people; it's very safe here."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the two streetlights by the river suddenly went out, leaving only the car lights on the bank still shining, but without the streetlights, the light was significantly dimmer.
The suit-clad man complained, seeing the situation, but didn't take it too seriously, only thinking the streetlight was broken.
The fat man next to him was clearly much more vigilant. The moment the streetlight went out, he turned his head and looked around.
"Someone is coming, be careful!"
Soon, the fat man discovered a Shadow rushing towards them from a distance at an extremely fast speed.
He wanted to draw his gun and shoot, but the Shadow's speed was too fast. Before he could even half-draw his gun, he was already knocked out by a close-range punch.
Similarly, the suit-clad man and the burly men who were still carrying women only froze for a moment, and before they could even react to what had happened, they were immediately approached by the Shadow and taken down one by one.
"Good luck, I just came out not long ago, and I actually found some good practice subjects."
Li Chuan's face showed a satisfied smile as he looked at the several people on the ground.
He moved from the bustling Wizard gathering place, Diagon Alley, back to the secluded Folly family Manor, precisely so he could secretly capture some ordinary people to use as subjects for magic practice.
Practice makes perfect. Many magic spells that work on people, if only practiced theoretically without subjects, naturally result in low learning efficiency.
Many of those powerful Black magic spells were only invented when Black Wizards conducted cruel magic experiments on ordinary humans.
However, such behavior would certainly not be approved by the Ministry of Magic. Once Aurors discovered it, he would immediately be wanted by the Ministry of Magic and become one of those Black Wizards who hide everywhere.
So he chose to return to the more secluded manor, and when capturing ordinary people, he used physical combat instead of magic, so as not to leave any magical traces to be tracked.
And he chose scumbags who deserved to be shot. When he no longer needed them, he could directly kill them and bury them in the garden as fertilizer.
"It's also your luck to run into me."
Li Chuan put these human trafficking scumbags into sacks, temporarily placing them in small cloth bags. After thinking for a moment, he took out a golden mask from his task space, put it on, and walked into the cabin by the river.
All the women in the cabin had their hands tied, their mouths gagged, and their eyes blindfolded. There were also obvious bruises on their bodies from being beaten.
At this moment, they were all huddled together, trembling, not daring to make any sound, fearing another round of beatings and abuse.
Raising his hand, he removed the women's blindfolds and untied their ropes. Li Chuan looked at their bewildered faces, still not daring to move, and said gently:
"All right, you're saved. Those bad guys have been driven away by me. There's a car on the bank outside; hurry home!"
After speaking, he didn't wait for the women to react, but walked directly out of the cabin and disappeared after a few leaps.
Capturing people for experiments was the main purpose of coming out this time; saving people was just a side task. He couldn't send these women home one by one, nor did he need their gratitude.
Because that had no value for improving his strength.
However, the rescued women did not think so. For the rest of their lives, these women might occasionally recall the mysterious man with the golden mask, who seemed like a God, saving them from hell.
Returning to the manor, which Bari had already cleaned thoroughly with magic, Li Chuan went to the Underground Room and released the people from the cloth bag, then tied them one by one to the crosses he had prepared earlier in the day.
"Bari, come here!"
"Master, what are your orders?"
The house-elf Bari instantly appeared before Li Chuan.
Li Chuan pointed to the eight people tied to the crosses and said:
"These Muggle are evil scoundrels. I brought them back as subjects for magic practice. Just look after them a bit; just make sure they don't starve or die of thirst."
House-elves are the most loyal beings. Even if their Master is a Black Wizard, a pure evil person who abuses them daily, they will still pledge their unwavering loyalty.
Even an anomaly like Dobby, who longed for freedom and was often abused by the Malfoys, would not reveal the Malfoy family's secrets before being granted his freedom.
So Li Chuan was not worried that Bari would betray him and report him to the Ministry of Magic.
"Yes, my Master, I will take good care of these lowly Muggle."
Bari nodded respectfully, then looked at the ordinary people tied to the crosses with some disgust.
House-elves are generally found in ancient pure-blood families, so they share the same ideology as most pure-blood Wizards, naturally despising Muggle who do not have Wizard Bloodline. Bari was no exception.
Li Chuan didn't care about this.
The conflict between Wizards and Muggle, the conflict between pure-bloods and half-bloods, none of these had anything to do with him; in his eyes, they were all the same.
The next day, after breakfast, he resumed his routine magic practice, but this time it was in the Underground Room.
"Flagrate!"
"Diffindo!"
"Episkey!"
"Sectumsempra!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"Locomotor Mortis!"
Spell after spell flew from Li Chuan's wand, hitting the terrified gang members. Their bodies would turn into animals for a moment, then bleed, then heal again.
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