Looking at Fan's leaving figure, someone whispered angrily: "Mousse, why is this guy like this?
We kindly saved him."
Mousse paused for a while, and after Fan completely disappeared from his sight, he explained softly, "Did you notice that his nose was not injured at all, and even anesthetics were ineffective on him. " After Mu Si said this, he left the man behind and hurried slowly along the way Fan left.
The person who spoke before unconsciously touched his nose.
His nasal bones had been completely broken before, so he clearly remembered the pain.
"Have you ever seen anyone who can avoid being hit by an alloy hammer?"
the man asked instinctively.
"I heard that Muzer seemed to have been hit back then."
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and suddenly woke up and looked towards the position where Fan left at the same time.
In the dark and dirty basement, Fan finally found a relatively clean place to stay.
He leaned against the wall and gently rubbed his swollen forehead.
Wherever there are people there is always a fight, no matter where it is.
Although Mousse's approach is very problematic, it cannot be denied that his starting point is kind.
However, Fan Ke, as the person involved, does not like this approach.
Fan could leave the basement at any time, but some words from Mousse still reminded him.
Before he figured out the rules here, he decided to wait and see.
As he was thinking about it, someone walked up beside him.
"I don't mean any harm.
I hope you can understand.
I apologize to you for what I did."
Looking at Fan's cold eyes, Moussie waved her hands hurriedly.
Feeling the change in Fan's facial expression, Moussi hurriedly continued: "My name is Mousse, and I am the nominal leader of the people here.
I know you are not familiar with the rules here, so I can help you."
"reason."
"What" Fan suddenly took action and grabbed Mousse's neck.
Push him hard against the wall.
With a cold and serious expression, "Tell me the truth, what is your motive?"
Fan never believed that a person would help others without any reason.
And some of the ways of mousse have a different meaning.
Feeling the strong pressure in the throat and the almost substantial murderous aura of Vanna.
Mousse swallowed nervously and with difficulty.
Only then did he realize that the person in front of him had definitely killed people before, and he had killed many people.
Otherwise, he would not have such strong murderous intent.
Seeing that he was seen through, Moussi immediately stopped thinking about anything else.
He first looked around to see if there was no outsider, then cautiously but extremely firmly gritted his teeth and said, "I want to be free."
"Freedom" Fan frowned tightly.
"Free" Mousse gets more serious.
"Most of the people here are slaves.
They have been oppressed for too long.
Even though their physiques are different from ordinary people, they have still been wiped out by the long-term oppression.
Unlike them, I have never been able to resist.
Never gave up the pursuit of freedom.”
"What does this have to do with me."
"From the first time I saw you in the gap at the entrance, I knew that you and I were the same type of people.
You would never let yourself succumb to the control of others, and you also proved that you have the strength to do this.
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Do it."
Mousse spoke faster and faster.
"We have less than a month to compete within the Huma family, and Lord Origi will select a team from among us to represent him in the competition.
Only after defeating other opponents in the family, Only the Huma family can determine the strongest team to participate in the final battle for the only chance to gain freedom."
"In one month, you have no chance to form your own team.
Besides, you injured Muzer's brother on the third floor.
Other teams will never dare to take you in, so if you want to participate, we are Your only choice” "You guys," Fan suddenly laughed sarcastically, the mockery in his tone undisguised, "A group of rats living underground also want to compete with the male lions on the grassland."
Mousse's face turned red with humiliation, "We are war slaves.
We are the best soldiers.
Each of us has been on the battlefield."
"A rat that has been on the battlefield is still a rat, at most a stronger rat."
"A group of rats can tear wild elephants apart, but a group of lions can only kill each other."
Mousse's face turned red, and she didn't know whether it was because of shame or anger.
"We have been through more battles than you can imagine.
No one obeys orders better than a group of war slaves.
We just lack a leader.
You can reject us.
But you cannot humiliate us."
Looking at the furious Mousse, it was clear that honor was more important to him than life.
This is what every Imperial person insists on, even slaves.
However, Mousse's metaphor of the mouse and the lion moved Fan somewhat, so he slowly let go of his iron-like hand.
"Why don't you find someone else?"
"Because they have never looked down on slaves, and are even ashamed of being with us, but you are different.
I can't see that kind of contempt in your eyes.
And you are the only one who has avoided the attack of the alloy hammer.
You have the strength."
"How can I believe that a group of mice dare to step out of the ground and face the lions" "When a strong leader is born."
After saying this, Mous strode away, obviously unable to let go of Fan's humiliation.
For a period of time after that, Fandu was silently linking up the things he encountered here, until a rapid ringing sounded.
The atmosphere in the basement quickly became tense and tight, and everyone was gathering towards the open area in the center.
"Today is Wednesday, and it is the day when supplies are distributed.
The food will be delivered together with the modification agent later.
Whether we can grab the good stuff depends on us."
Mousse looked around with a serious expression, and then said, "Yes No one wants to go out with me."
Everyone looked at each other, hesitating for a moment.
Mousse was obviously used to this phenomenon.
He was not angry and just selected a few people who looked stronger.
"Follow me, it's your turn this time." ."
After that, he headed straight towards the exit stairs, climbed up quickly and carefully opened the manhole cover, carefully observing the situation outside.
At this time, the first floor was already crowded with people.
Most of these people gathered in groups, obviously belonging to many groups.
A team of cyborgs with live ammunition was busy drawing a straight line, and not far behind the straight line were several boxes of heavy supplies.
After opening all the supply boxes, the team actually left the first floor without any intention of delegating their subordinates.
Moreover, the smiles on their lips when they left clearly had a hint of blood and cruelty.
"Bang" the heavy metal door was closed.
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At the same time, the atmosphere on the first floor became tense and depressing in vain.
The swelling of muscles and the twisting of joints could be heard everywhere.
Various groups were on guard against each other.
No one could No one dared to be the first to cross that line.
Seeing the situation, Mousse carefully crawled out and hid, because this place was located in a corner and far away from supplies, so it was right in the blind spot of most people.
"We will get 30% of the supplies this time, and we have to give priority to the selection."
The speaker had a thick beard, and his tone was majestic, just like a lion on the grassland, but his triangular eyes gave him a hint of sinisterness. ruthless.
His words immediately aroused a big reaction, and the mood of most people immediately changed from nervousness to hostility.
"Muzer, last time you promised us to take less this time, why do you have to give priority to selection this time?
Isn't it right?"
All the good things belong to you" someone choked.
"So what, you have an opinion?"
Muzer's expression remained unchanged.
His increasingly bulging muscles and clenched fists were undoubtedly reminding some people.
The person being questioned blushed but had to swallow his words.
Questioning Muzer's decision was extremely dangerous in itself.
If he went further, what he would face would not be as simple as Muzer's threats.
However, his leadership still played a certain role.
Now more and more people began to vent their dissatisfaction, "One month from now is when the Huma family will officially determine the candidates for the competition.
You will take away the best 30% of the supplies at this time.
It is clear."
Just don’t give us a way to survive.”
"We can't say anything to you this time."
The crowd was indignant for a moment; "boom" A figure rushed forward quickly with a deafening sound.
With both fists, he slammed the speaker close to the ground.
The cracks in the earth can prove how ferocious this punch is.
And along with this deafening roar, the hall fell into silent silence for a moment.
Muzer stepped on his opponent who was spitting blood, and looked at everyone like a proud lion king sworn in his territory.
"Now, does anyone else have any opinions?"
The person who was knocked down was the leader of a group on the second floor.
His strength was impressive and he was quite prestigious among the people, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even block Muzer's casual punch.
Muzer's punch completely shattered the slowly rising resistance of the people.
Only then did they realize how terrifying the person they were provoking was.
Seemingly satisfied with the oppression he brought to everyone, Muzer snorted disdainfully, but just when he was about to give the order to take action, an extremely discordant voice completely broke the atmosphere he created.
"Who took my package?"
The cold voice was filled with chill and a trace of hidden murderous intent.
"Take it out yourself and I will consider giving him a chance."
Mousse, who was closest to the source of the sound, suddenly froze, not only because everyone's eyes were focused on the position close to him at this time, but also because he could identify who the speaker was.
"It's over."
This was Mousse's only thought at the moment
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