The boxing room on the top floor is half the size of a basketball court. Because many miners who were tortured to despair committed suicide by jumping out of the window, which caused a lot of trouble, iron bars have been installed for a long time.
Without any cool moonlight shining in, it seemed extremely hot.
The spar chandelier casts a slightly dim light, making the dirty walls covered with blood stains and scratches look even more pale, like the bones of travelers who died of thirst in the desert.
A group of shirtless thugs surrounded a simple boxing ring, cheering on the miners they supported, and kept using all kinds of swear words.
Gotze was lying on the ground like a dog with all his limbs touching the ground, with sweat all over his face, but he didn't dare to move. On his back, sitting a mining bully, he was bored and watching his men beating a man who was unwilling to go on stage to compete.
of miners.
The miserable screams of the unlucky miners kept pouring into Gotze's ears, and those hideous smiles made him feel like this was hell.
"Bah, it's boring, feed it to the dogs!" The mine boss gnawed on the watermelon with a look of disdain, "What's the use of keeping this kind of waste?"
The thugs immediately dragged the unlucky miner who was covered in blood to a corner. Several hunting dogs smelled the smell of blood and became even more violent.
"Let me go, please." The miner begged weakly.
The thugs were laughing and joking, deliberately slowing down the dragging speed. Watching the miners' frightened struggles was more interesting to them than watching an opera.
"Eat it." The mine tyrant threw the melon rind in front of Gotze, stood up and stretched.
Gotze hesitated, then stepped on the back of his hand with one foot, crushing it hard, and a heartbreaking pain immediately swept through his nerves.
"You've even knelt down, and you're still afraid of eating this?" The mine bully was disdainful, spitting a mouthful of thick phlegm on Gotze's hair, "It's okay if you don't eat. Let's go to the boxing ring and have a fight."
"No, I'll eat it." Gotze was trembling all over. He glanced at the two miners on the ring who were fighting to the death, and helplessly lowered his head to the melon skin.
"Haha, waste." Seeing Gotze lying on his stomach and chewing on the skin of the melon, the mine bully laughed proudly. He liked the feeling of controlling other people's destiny, and then kicked him in the stomach, "Stop eating it.
Get in the ring."
"Didn't you say that you can stop fighting if you eat it?" Gotze was dumbfounded. The rules of the boxing ring are too cruel. It is not over until one party loses consciousness and falls down. However, if he pretends to lose, he will be seriously injured.
"There's so much nonsense, I told you to die. Will you die?" The mine bully put a wheel on Gotze's chin, then grabbed his collar and pulled him towards the ring, "I've placed my bet, I bet
For ten gold coins, Bass can cripple this kid in one minute."
"No, please!" Gotze shouted and struggled violently. Especially when he saw the two-meter-tall Bass put on the gloves with iron spikes welded in, an uncontrollable stream of urine flowed out.
My pants were soaked.
"Haha. Look, this loser is scared to death."
"To deal with him, just use Bass and a dog."
"Yeah, it's been a long time since I've seen a human-dog fight. I hope this guy can hold on for a little longer."
The mine tyrants and the gang were teasing unscrupulously, filling the boxing room with laughter. Everything was full of malice.
"Go on, bite him!" Bass untied the leash of a hunting dog and led it towards Gotze.
The hunting dog roared wildly, pounced, and its saliva even splashed on Gotze's face.
Gotze wanted to run, but was kicked in the knee by the mine bully. The pain was so painful that he couldn't stand up, so he could only crawl as hard as he could.
boom!
There was a loud noise, the door was kicked open, and it fell apart under the strong force, instantly making the boxing room quiet.
The mine tyrants and the gang turned around and saw amidst the flying sawdust, six 'iron cans' covered in heavy armor broke in and stood on both sides. Then the young man who had been in the limelight recently walked in.
The steel combat boots stepped on the floor, making a dull thumping sound, like a war drum, beating on their hearts, causing them to subconsciously restrain their arrogant attitude.
"Hey, I had a lot of fun." Downton saw Gotze, whose face was so frightened that he almost collapsed.
"Downton, this is none of your business. If you don't want to cause trouble, just leave immediately." The mine bully's tone was not very firm. There was nothing he could do. His record was the best deterrent.
"I am the supervisor. I can take care of anything that happens in the mine." Downton frowned. The smell of blood in the boxing room made him uncomfortable, especially the hunting dogs that kept barking.
"Downton, help me!" Gotze begged with tears streaming down his face. He didn't understand why everyone was of the same age and came to the mine at the same time, so their current situation was so different.
The two miners on the ring also stopped, but their lips moved a few times and they did not dare to ask for help.
"Who told you to stop?" Several thugs immediately rushed up and surrounded them and beat them wildly. This was a declaration of force against Downton.
"Boy, don't be shameless." Bass spit out thick phlegm, let go of the hunting dog and walked towards Downton. Three soul shields appeared around his body, spinning slowly.
Seeing Bass, who was the most capable of fighting, take the lead, the other thugs looked at the mine bully, and after getting a look that meant they would take action, they all picked up weapons such as machetes.
They are the direct descendants of the Chief Engineer, and it is absolutely impossible for them to coexist peacefully with Downton. Many of them want to kill Downton and then receive a bounty in front of Dosav. After all, this kid can be regarded as the new boss Dove.
It's a dog that has some status and weight.
"Put down your weapons and stand in a row against the wall, or you will suffer the consequences." Downton's eyes swept across the boxing room. There were dried blood spots everywhere, and he didn't know how many people were tortured to the point of becoming disabled here.
"Haha, are you kidding?" Bass was very treacherous. Before he finished laughing, he suddenly took action. While his fist hit Downton's throat, he raised his leg below and kicked his crotch hard. He was determined to get it.
Destroy him with one blow.
"Be careful!" The cronies crowded at the door were shocked.
Downton was already on guard against this guy. He swung his right fist quickly and hit him on the wrist. At the same time, he raised his left foot and stepped on the bone of Bass' calf. He pulled out the dagger Xiyu inserted in the boot.
Bass's second punch came, but before it could reach Downton, a dagger cut through his wrist like lightning, leaving a green light in the air.
Bang, one hand fell to the ground, and blood spurted out from the cut.
Bass screamed and quickly put the soul shield in front of him, but the magic dagger was too sharp. After breaking through it with one blow, it pierced his shoulder.
Ah! Bass wailed and knelt on the ground, his chest soaked with blood. However, this guy was tough enough and even grabbed Downton's crotch and crushed his big cock.
Downton raised his leg and kicked him hard. The military boot hit him on the nose, causing him to fall more than ten meters like a broken sack.
"Don't let me say it a third time. Everyone roll to the wall and squat down with their heads in their hands." Downton didn't pay attention to the more than 40 people in the room and walked towards the mine tyrant.
A hunting dog rushed over and pounced on Downton.
Downton kept walking, flicked his arm, and wiped the dagger across the hound's body.
The hunting dog landed, with a horrific gash on its body. It stood unsteadily and fell to the ground, with blood and internal organs spilling out.
"Cut them." Jackson rushed up with a group of ghouls with auras of agility on their soles. It was angry. It should have done the killing of miscellaneous fish by itself. How could the owner do it himself? Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.
Worth it.
The thugs obviously fought in groups. Looking at the strong opponents, they did not blindly fight in groups, but formed a defensive formation.
"Wait a minute." The mine tyrant looked at Bass, the most powerful fighter, being knocked down in one encounter. His forehead was suddenly covered with sweat, and he shouted quickly, "Downton, do you really want to have an affair with Doshaf?"
endlessly?"
"Why not?" Downton asked.
"The previous bosses who succeeded him either died or left in despair, so Dofink suffered a similar fate. It's not too late for you to join the team again." The mine boss was very depressed. He won a fight with Downton.
It's unlikely, but if we don't fight, our current status will definitely not be guaranteed. The chief engineer will never let a timid waste go.
Downton nodded, showing a thoughtful expression.
The mine tyrant thought there was a chance, so he tried harder to persuade him. It was his credit for being able to instigate him to rebel, so he put on a flattering smile and patted the horse on his flattery.
"With your strength, you can definitely be our leader. You can earn at least a thousand gold coins every month. It's easy and safe. It's much better than following Dofink."
The mine tyrant wanted to say more, but the curved warrior saber was like a thunder, slashing down with the momentum of Mount Tai.
The soul shield was fully opened and rushed to the top of the head and chest. The frightened mine bully quickly retreated, but his shoulder hurt and he watched helplessly as his arm was chopped off and fell to the ground.
"You..." The mine bully was so angry that he was going to die. He didn't expect that this guy would hit him whenever he asked.
"You talk too much nonsense." Downton flipped his wrist and shook off the blood stains on his saber.
"Master!" Jackson held the scabbard, bent slightly and stood next to Downton, "Let me do it!"
"This is your last chance. Everyone puts down their weapons and squats against the wall. Otherwise, they will all be executed for intentional wounding." Downton threw the warrior's sword back into its sheath and continued walking.
The mine tyrants all retreated, and Downton's two attacks were all bloody. He directly destroyed the two most powerful people and suppressed them.
When the cronies saw Downton showing off his power and repairing the mining tyrants who had always been rampant in the mines like mice, they were extremely excited and started shouting.
"All kneel down!"
The roars of more than 300 people shook the roof. The mine tyrants and the gang looked nervous and pale. After a moment of hesitation, they finally felt that a good man would not suffer the consequences, so they did not dare to resist and walked to the wall obediently.
, knelt down.
"Can you still speak?" Downton asked several injured miners, and without waiting for their answers, he directly ordered, "A few people will carry them back to the dormitory. Remember, the miners around them must see their miserable condition, so that
They understand how the overseers mistreat everyone."
Downton didn't want to stay in the bloody boxing room any longer, so he turned around and left. A moment later, a miner on guard duty ran up in a hurry, shouting nervously.
"Something bad is going to happen!" (To be continued...)