The strong man had no mercy and a ferocious face.
He grabbed the woman's hair with one hand and punched her in the face with the other.
The moves were simple and rough.
When each punch was withdrawn, the sticky blood stuck to him like silk. fist, and then used his fist to send it back hard to the woman's face.
The woman screamed in pain, hugging the strong man's arm and struggling hard, but it seemed like she was shaking an iron wall, with no effect.
Her struggle soon became weak, and her screams slowly stopped.
The arms holding the strong man fell down weakly, leaving only a slight moan of pain.
"Blow her brains out" "Harder, harder, harder" The audience cheered and shouted wildly.
The strong man raised his head and glanced around, then his eyes fell on the woman in his hand.
He raised his fist and punched her forehead hard, one punch after another.
He didn't stop until the back of his hand was numb.
At this time, the woman even stopped moaning and lost her breath.
The strong man let go of the hand holding her hair, and the woman fell backwards and fell heavily on the stage.
Her head was tilted, and her beaten face was weakly tilted to look at the barbed wire and the barbed wire.
There were excited and roaring faces, and the only remaining eye was drooping, lifeless and empty.
No one noticed that a figure flashed in her dark mirror-like pupils.
Behind the auditorium of this small underground arena is a narrow aisle.
Behind the aisle is a circular wall surrounded by a circular wall.
Every once in a while on the wall, there is a spacious passage.
At this moment, people are leaving the auditorium one after another and turning around to enter.
In the dark passage behind, the others were still sitting in the audience, eagerly preparing to watch the next show.
The dark passage is inlaid with sparse fluorescent stones, which looks much more luxurious than cheap oil lamps.
The corridor is extremely deep and has several forks.
People who come here are obviously very familiar with these forks, and they each go to where they want to go.
Prana walked towards the forked corridor on the far left.
On the wall of this corridor, there were doors at regular intervals, and it was obvious that there were rooms inside.
Prana walked to the door with a dark golden pattern engraved with the number "108".
As soon as he got close to it, he heard bursts of childish crying coming from inside.
He sighed inwardly, knowing that this adult was addicted to playing again.
He raised his hand and knocked gently, then stood at the door respectfully, waiting for a response.
After a while, a grumpy voice came from the room, "Who is so ignorant and wants to die?"
Prana quickly said respectfully: "Sir, it's me.
Lord Lukelan asked me to send you a message."
Although Lukelan is the same surname, if "Sir" is added after it, there is no doubt that it is Lukelans. special.
"Come in," the grumpy voice inside said lowly, full of suppressed anger.
The door was opened from the inside, and a fair-skinned young knight looked at Prana with a smile and said softly: "Sir, please."
"Thank you."
Prana did not dare to neglect, knowing that this man was the confidant of the Lord and also his most beloved man.
When he entered the room, the childish voices he had heard faintly before suddenly became clearer.
He saw that it was an extremely spacious room with a large bed, several wardrobes, and some strange hangings.
There are racks for utensils and a weapon rack.
The items on the rack are not swords, but whips, ropes with dense iron thorns and other items.
At first glance, it looks like a torture chamber for interrogating prisoners.
Prana looked towards the bed and saw a slender middle-aged man leaning on the big bed with two small figures in his arms.
They were a seven or eight-year-old girl and a four- or five-year-old girl.
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There are little boys with milky faces on the left and right.
The skin of these two children is relatively clean.
They obviously do not come from poor families.
There are no dark spots of radiation on their hands and faces.
They look extremely cute.
However, at this moment, there were obvious tears on the faces of the two children, and their dark eyes were full of fear.
Every time the middle-aged man touched their hair with his palm, the fear in his eyes became more intense.
In addition to these two children, there were three other children on the bed, but they were all sitting on the edge of the bed, their bodies curled up, shivering, and making low sobbing sounds.
Prana glanced at him.
Although he felt uncomfortable, he did not frown.
His surface was extremely calm.
If it were the person he was ten years ago, he would not be able to be as happy and angry as he is now.
"Sir, Lord Lukelan asked me to tell you that the Pope has news."
Plana said respectfully.
The middle-aged man on the bed raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted: "Death or life?"
Hearing his rude words, Plana was not surprised at all, and still said respectfully: "The Pope seemed to be in good health, but he disappeared again after holding a blessing ceremony in Martha's Square."
"Well, what's going on?"
the middle-aged man said displeasedly: "This old guy has enough to eat and nothing to do.
Why is he running around?"
Prana said respectfully: "Lord Lukelan, please let me take the lead.
Please go over and talk in detail."
"It's really annoying."
The middle-aged man was a little impatient, but after all, he slowly sat up from the bed and pinched the soft faces of the two children with his hands.
The irritability in his eyes suddenly turned into greed and desire, and he licked Licking her lips, she picked up the little girl and kissed her hard.
The little girl was so frightened that she tried her best to resist.
She pushed her little hands on his chest, but she couldn't shake him even a little bit.
Suddenly, the little girl screamed and cried loudly.
At this time, the middle-aged man let go of his mouth, but there was half a piece of soft flesh in his mouth, chewing it gently, and it turned out to be a piece of the little girl's lips.
"Delicious."
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and chewed with great enjoyment.
After chewing, he swallowed it.
Then he slowly opened his eyes and touched the head of the little girl who was crying in pain.
He said softly with paternal doting in his eyes.
Said: "Be good and obedient, you know?"
The little girl kept crying, screaming in pain, with tears streaming down her face.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly, got up and got out of bed.
He was naked, his bare feet stepped on the clean wooden floor, and said to the fair-skinned young knight by the door: "Bring me my clothes."
The young knight nodded respectfully, took out a luxurious suit from the nearby wardrobe, came to him, and put it on for him.
The middle-aged man stretched out his hands like clothes hangers, enjoying his service.
When he was tying his tie, he asked, "Are you jealous?"
"How could it be?"
The young knight's face turned red.
The middle-aged man laughed, covered his tie and adjusted it himself.
He looked at his outfit in the mirror outside the wardrobe and was quite satisfied.
Then he took the precision mechanical watch next to him made by a master and put on his hat.
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It looked like Elegant temperament.
"Let's go."
The middle-aged man said.
The young knight glanced at the five children on the bed and said, "Then them" "As usual, kill them and feed them to the loaches."
The middle-aged man said casually.
After finishing speaking, he tied the buttons on his sleeves, turned around, and prepared to go out.
"You haven't even put on your clothes yet, why are you in such a hurry to go out?"
A plain voice sounded.
When the middle-aged man heard this voice, he didn't think much.
He lowered his head and looked down.
He immediately saw that the buttons of his clothes were not fastened.
He frowned and became a little angry.
Suddenly, the young knight behind him shouted in surprise: "You, who are you" Hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly reacted, with a chill all over his body.
He looked up and suddenly saw a figure covered in black robes standing by the door at some point.
A loose hood covered most of his face. face, revealing a fair and handsome chin.
"Is the supervisor sent by the monastery so weak in perception?"
Dudian opened his hood and looked at the middle-aged man indifferently, "The button was wrong from the first one, and I didn't notice it until I twisted it to the last one.
You are too numb, and you still can’t see the right and wrong”: