Since Bai Xiaoyu returned to the Golden Triangle again, she has never left the gate of Fu Qinglu. If it weren't for his excessiveness, she wouldn't have thought it was a cage at all. I'm afraid she would really think that Fu Qinglu was there.
Imprison her.
Half a month has passed since she last proposed how to negotiate with the Peng family. During this period, she rarely sees Fu Qinglu every day, let alone Zuo You and A Yuan, there is not even a personal figure.
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Bai Xiaoyu lives here, and the person who talks to her the most every day is actually Mrs. Han. Maybe everyone speaks the same language, so it is very easy to talk about.
It turned out that Bai Xiaoyu and Mrs. Han wanted to inquire about Fu Qingxi's affairs more, but over time, she would also talk to Mrs. Han about some gossip that does not involve private issues.
On this day, Mrs. Han was walking in the backyard with Bai Xiaoyu. On the way, she met two soldiers driving a car with an iron cage behind her. There was a man wearing bloody clothes in the iron cage. The man lowered his head.
The hair in front is slightly longer, covering the eyes.
The car drove away quickly, Bai Xiaoyu's eyes turned to her, and Han's wife whispered, "It must be a deadly criminal again, I'll take it to play the game."
Bai Xiaoyu frowned slightly and said, "What does it mean?"
Mrs. Han said, "This is the rule set by the owner of the Law Enforcement Hall. Anyone sentenced to death will be sent here in advance to practice for the soldiers. The more people they win, the later they can die.
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Bai Xiaoyu was only sad in her heart. She died early and late, and she was going to die. She didn't know who made such a ruthless rule.
What’s even more sad is that Mrs. Han actually spoke, “Miss Bai, do you want to go over and take a look?”
Bai Xiaoyu raised her head and Han's wife said, "The young master has something to do recently and is often not at home. I'm afraid you will be bored."
Bai Xiaoyu couldn't help but say, "Sister Han, aren't you afraid of looking at those things?"
Mrs. Han said calmly, "Our soldiers beat each other and were injured. I feel really distressed and can't stand it. But I don't feel distressed when the people sent from outside are sent. Since they are sentenced to death,
He either betrays his brother or the killer sent by others. He should be killed by us."
When Mrs. Han said the word "death", she hated her very much.
For a moment, Bai Xiaoyu didn't know what to say. Maybe this is the rule of the Golden Triangle. It is not an exaggeration to Fu Qinglu allow such lynching.
Mrs. Han pulled Bai Xiaoyu over to watch the fun. It was still the huge platform, and there were still soldiers with naked and strong upper bodies below.
But there was one more person on the stage at this time. The man who was just locked in a cage was pushed to Taichung at this time. Accompanied by various insults from the people below, a soldier on the stage said, "Death convict,
The master of the hall called to send it to everyone to practice.”
After saying that, he turned around and untied the handcuffs and footcuffs on the man. The man's wrists were worn and bloodstained everywhere on his body, which showed that he had been tortured.
A hero soldier came from the audience, ready to rub his hands and said, "I'll be the first one!"
Mrs. Han preached to Bai Xiaoyu below, "If you win one person, you can live one more day."
Bai Xiaoyu's eyes fell on the ragged man on the stage. From the side, his figure was not as burly as a foreign soldier, but rather tall and strong, with half a bronze arm exposed inside his tattered sleeves.
His hair was black and his face was injured. He couldn't tell how careful he looked. He could probably guess it was from Southeast Asia, but he still couldn't be sure where he was.
The red lips opened lightly, Bai Xiaoyu said, "What if I keep winning?"
Mrs. Han was slightly stunned, then smiled faintly and said, "Miss Bai is so innocent. Not to mention that he is so hurt, it would be strange if the soldiers below were ready to beat him to death.
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Bai Xiaoyu pursed her red lips and stopped talking.
There was a soldier holding a machine gun standing on the stage. He was responsible for guarding the death row inmate who was uncuffed and stomped. Although he knew that he could not escape, it was a routine matter.
The first soldier had short yellow hair, very burly. He raised his fists and looked at the man in front of him and smiled proudly.
Everyone in the audience was following and shouting loudly, "Beat him to death, beat him to death, beat him to death..."
Bai Xiaoyu was in a mess and noisy, staring at the black-haired man on the stage without distraction. For some reason, she just felt that this man was extraordinary. Maybe he was about to die and there was no reason why he was afraid of him.
The referee-like soldiers on the stage started and the game officially began. The foreign soldiers roared forward and punched each other. The powerful Bai Xiaoyu seemed to feel the fist wind off the stage.
Everyone thought that if the punch was pushed, the death row prisoner must be knocked to the ground, but as everyone watched so much, he bent down and turned around, and then came behind the foreign soldiers.
Extend your hand and poke it three inches below the soldier's right waist.
Due to inertia, the soldier rushed forward and suddenly fell to the ground and then his whole body became convulsive.
A unified sucking sound immediately came from the audience. The black-haired man on the stage lowered his eyes slightly, and his bloody face was expressionless.
The referee was also stunned. After a few seconds, he asked someone to carry the foreign soldiers down and then the second person came up.
The second soldier was a black man. His dark skin and blocky muscles made him look like a tall black iron tower.
He gave a thumbs up at the black-haired man and then slowly fell over.
The audience shouted, "Beat him to death, beat him to death..."
The referee started and the second game began.
The tower soldier rushed directly to the previous one, leaving an opportunity for the other party to take advantage of it. He walked forward vigilantly and came to the man, then punched, and the man stretched out his hand, but he didn't follow him.
The Iron Tower soldiers fought head-on, and no one saw his movements. The Iron Tower soldiers' fists suddenly dispersed.
Bai Xiaoyu's eyes flashed, and she saw the man's movement. The man reached out and slapped the joints of the wrists of the tower soldier, causing the opponent to lose muscles in a short period of time. This move was a move in Israeli fighting and had been lost for a long time. She was
Because of her self-defense, Zhang Zhiyuan specially found a teacher who specialized in Israeli fighting techniques to teach her.
In a blink of an eye, the winner was decided again on the stage. The tower soldiers fell down with a bang. He covered the kneecap that was lifted by the black-haired man in pain, making a dull sound.
The black-haired man stood on the stage without breathing for a moment, still expressionless, as if everything was not his business.
At this time, everyone in the audience had already realized something was wrong. It seemed that the death row prisoner on the stage was different from those before. He did not fight to the death, but he did not fight to the death without any trace.
The referee asked someone to drag the loser down and then called a third person up.
The result was really as Bai Xiaoyu expected. No matter who came up, it was just a matter of time to solve it by the black-haired man. Seeing that the soldiers on his side were knocked down to the ground one by one,
It seemed that the most prestigious person among these people, and said, "Come up three!"