"Where is this place?"
Fan asked again.
"Bian Huang, who else could this be but Bian Huang?"
The old man coughed lightly.
Fan was silent for a while and then asked, "Why do they want to lock you up."
"Slave catchers, they are all slave catchers, don't you know?"
Fan murmured these three words, thoughtfully.
"We should have been sold as goods, but the sandstorm cut them off from the surrounding area, so we were locked up."
The old man sighed.
Fan noticed the old man's shriveled belly and chapped lips, "They don't provide you with food or water."
"How is that possible?"
The old man shook his head.
"Sandstorms are the most dangerous weather in the frontier wilderness.
They not only cut off the connection between here and the surrounding areas, but more seriously, the supply lines.
The slave catchers themselves are in danger, so how can they care about us?
” Fan frowned and his face flashed with solemnity.
Without food and water, this was the worst result.
"You know each other."
Fan's tone was not a question but a direct statement, because he could feel the strangeness and resistance in all the eyes looking at him.
The old man was stunned for a moment, neither agreeing nor refuting.
"Why shouldn't I save him?"
Fan didn't struggle with this issue, but pointed to the child huddled in the corner and asked.
"You will know."
The old man just sighed quietly.
Fan looked at the child thoughtfully, and after a moment, he suddenly waved to him, "Come, come to me."
The child is a little scared.
Because it is indeed difficult for you to instinctively feel good about a person with a hideous face full of scars.
"I will protect you."
Van continued.
The child's expression hesitated after hearing this, and his eyes darted back and forth across the people around him.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and carefully climbed to Fan's side.
"Don't be afraid."
Fan gently touched the child's head, "Follow me from now on."
He said these words to the child, but his eyes were looking at the people around him, cold and serious.
At this moment, the old wooden door of the cell was kicked open with great force, and a group of thugs holding iron rods rushed in with a cry of "Get up, all of them."
The leader was none other than Wanda's subordinate.
Judging from their aggressive looks, even a fool knows what these people want to do.
The door of the iron cage was immediately opened by the key.
This group of three people rushed in without saying a word. call The thick iron rod hit Fan's head without any explanation, "I let you show off as a hero."
The blow was hard and hard.
And without giving anyone any time to react, Fan was hit immediately, leaving a bruise on his back, which made him grit his teeth in pain.
"If you dare, beat him to death," he ordered.
Two more iron rods were added, and for a while there were several red marks on Fan's body.
Perhaps because he was tired from the beating, the leader took a breath, looked at Fan who was beaten on the ground and spat heavily.
"You like to show off as a hero, do you?
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Drag that boy out for me.
I will kill him in front of you today.
I want to see how you can still show off."
After the man finished speaking, he immediately ordered another person to huddle in the corner.
The child was dragged out.
The child was crying and shouting for help, and his little fingers were weakly holding on, but it was of no avail under the cruelty of the thugs.
"No" Van roared hoarsely.
The iron rod fell straight down with a sound of breaking through the air.
"ah" There was unbearable pain in the child's little voice.
The cruel thugs broke his leg bones without any explanation.
"You little beast, you pretended to be dead this morning.
Why didn't I see you so strong when I called you?"
"Mom.
Save me, dad, save me."
The child screamed heartbreakingly, with large beads of cold sweat rolling on his pale face.
The severe pain made his whole body twist and convulse, but he His fingers pointed desperately in one direction.
The two people pointed at by the child quickly backed away.
Soon he retreated to the other side of the iron cage.
At this time, two people among the thugs looked at each other, grinned and strode out.
The two men were dragged out like animals.
"I didn't expect you, a little beast, to have parents."
The thug led by the leader smiled and looked at the two people who were dragged over, but this glance made him a little dazed, because these two people were the ones who dragged the child to him with their own hands early in the morning.
Those two.
"Let us go, let us go, we have nothing to do with him, we are not his parents."
The two people were frightened at this time and tried desperately to clarify their relationship.
"Dad, Mom, don't you want me?
Don't want me.
I promise not to eat more in the future.
I beg you, please save me.
I'm in so much pain."
The child's immature words were like sharp swords.
It pierces people's hearts, but some people's hearts are hard-hearted.
"We really have nothing to do with him, really, please believe me."
"Really" Thug suddenly smiled.
The “really” answer is almost a no-brainer.
The iron rod was swung down again, and the child's heart-rending howl was unbearable.
As his parents, they just lowered their heads silently and remained silent.
"Fucking, they're cold-blooded than me."
The thug spat in disgust, "Kill them all.
This kind of people are just a waste of food."
"Is it true that nothing will happen if Jerry kills people?"
One of them hesitated.
"No matter what, if they don't die, you will die.
You think the food is enough" This sentence extinguishes all mercy from the thugs.
The lives of others are naturally not important before their own destiny.
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The iron rods suddenly fell down like rain, and the two men's miserable howls also sounded.
"You brat, don't you want to save him?
I want you to watch him die."
Jerry then smiled ferociously at Fan who was lying on the ground.
Seeing that the raised iron rod was about to fall, Fan suddenly got up from lying on the ground and slammed into Jerry like a mad bull.
"You beast, he is just a child."
Fan roared angrily, like lightning.
He took the iron rod from Jerry's hand, and he gasped and stood in front of the painful child.
The iron rod in his hand was packed tightly.
Jerry was knocked down and rolled before he got up.
It took him a moment to react before he realized what had happened.
"How dare you hit me, how dare you hit me," he screamed.
"Kill him, kill him for me."
The remaining two people rushed forward without saying a word.
Just looking at Fan's current thin body, no one would regard him as a dangerous opponent.
Fan's body suffered several wounds after the random fighting with sticks.
The two attackers kept attacking his vital points.
This was obviously his death.
Fan really couldn't understand that he just said a few more words.
Why did the other party insist on killing him?
"You are also slaves."
The sharp-eyed Fan vaguely caught a glimpse of the mark under his opponent's shabby clothes that was quite similar to the mark on his chest.
The two people whose identities were revealed suddenly became slightly panicked.
Then they attacked him even more fiercely.
Their status as slaves was a lingering humiliation for them.
But this pain can be transferred through insulting others.
"Why is this happening?"
Fan asked loudly while blocking the attack.
He really couldn't understand why these people were fighting each other so hard.
"Why, of course it's to survive," Jerry roared in a low voice, "If you don't die, we will be the next ones to die.
You nosy trash has no idea what you are doing."
"Is killing a child something you should do?
It's your mercy."
Fan's anger also rose.
"What should or shouldn't be done?
Where did you escape from, idiot?
There is no mercy in this damn world.
It's nothing more than the law of the jungle.
Today you saved this child, but you will be the one who dies tomorrow.
I really didn't know you were so nosy."
How did this idiot survive to this day?"
Jerry's tone was full of sarcasm and hatred for the world.
"That's why you kill people and why you become someone else's lackey."
"Isn't this enough?
As long as I can live, I don't care whether others live or die.
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Don't be afraid of me telling you that none of you trash will survive in the future.
You will die sooner or later.
Rather than being tortured to death by them, it's better that I let you die."
Come on, so in other words, I'm actually helping you."
Jerry said with a grin on his face.
"Fart!"
Fan yelled unbearably.
Excessive anger caused his brain to go blank for a moment.
His body was handed over to instinct at this moment.
He could feel that he seemed to have made certain actions at this moment, but when the moment was over, he looked at Wen Wen.
Hot blood slowly flowed along the iron rod, slowly soaking his palms.
He stared blankly at the iron rod piercing the opponent's chest, at a loss.
"You" is just a sound of unknown meaning.
The man whose lung was punctured fell immediately.
Fan looked at his hands blankly, feeling the warm blood on them.
What happened just now?
How did the iron rod penetrate the opponent's chest?
"You killed Mondo, you actually killed Mondo."
Jerry, who was watching the battle, was stunned.
He could never imagine how things could suddenly change so drastically.
"You killed Mondo."
Jerry's expression was ferocious and terrifying.
"Since I can't escape the punishment, then I can't escape the punishment either."
After a thorough roar, he suddenly pulled out a worn-out weapon from his lower back.
Double barreled short gun "You must die."
Jerry didn't hesitate at all.
After briefly calibrating the target, the silent cell suddenly emitted a thunderous explosion.
After the gunfire dissipated, the weak slaves huddled together holding their heads.
Jerry's expression was still as ferocious as the previous moment, but there was blood gushing out uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, and his pupils couldn't help it.
It's contraction and relaxation, but it just can't be focused successfully.
"Who are you?"
Jerry vomited blood, tremblingly uttering the last words of his life, and stopped struggling completely before receiving an answer.
Fan was in a daze again, staring blankly at the iron rod pierced into Jerry's heart, and staring blankly at his right hand holding the rod.
Everything happened so fast that he didn't even realize what was happening.
The interval between pulling out the iron rod and attacking again was even shorter than the time it took Jerry to shoot.
This was not a conscious manipulation on his part, but a completely unconscious instinct "You, you are not a slave, you are a spy, you are a reformed person from another organization."
The last remaining person almost collapsed.
He watched helplessly as Fan killed two people in a row so easily, and the way he used it was so cruel and direct.
"Guard, there is a spy here."
He was emotionally broken and ran out, shouting in panic.
Seeing that he was about to run out, he didn't know what was driving Fan.
He picked it up casually and still held it in his hand.
The short gun in Jerry's hand was almost not calibrated.
The bullet penetrated the body from the spine with an ear-splitting explosion, and rushed out as if the whole person was flying.
The loud gunfire shocked the entire area, and a group of guards swarmed over and almost burst through the room.
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"Put the gun down and raise your hands."
Nearly ten black guns were pointed at Fan who was still in a daze.
Until someone boldly kicked him down, he still didn't wake up from this series of things that happened.
Wanda checked Jerry's stopped breathing and cursed in a low voice.
"How do you deal with it, boss?"
someone asked.
"Catch him first and then talk about it."
Wanda frowned vigorously.
"Then them?"
Someone pointed to the three corpses placed together.
"What else can we do and carry them away together?"
Wanda cursed and hit Fan hard on the back of the head with the butt of her gun, "a bunch of garbage, dog-eat-dog garbage":