The Dark King

This sudden reversal shocked everyone.

Looking at the obese middle-aged man with his eyes snapped on the ground and howling, everyone felt shudder.

Du Dean leaned against the cage next to him, gasping for breath, suppressing the pain in his body, listening to the other's screams, with no emotion in his eyes.

After a moment, the obese middle-aged man covered his eyes and got used to the pain a little. He resisted the panic in his heart and raised his hand to sweep around, fearing that Du Dean would take the opportunity to attack again and also want to catch Du Dean. , Desperately with him!

He knew what it meant to lose his eyes.

Moreover, there is another injured evil tiger in this cage!

"Come out! Come out!" The fat middle-aged man growled angrily, his eyes were blood red, and the blood slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the chest with thick hair.

Du Di'an had no intention of killing, but just looked at it silently, and saw him coming over to him by mistake. He immediately bent over the steel column of another cage beside him, and made a sound with his fingers.

Seeing Du Di'an's actions, the other cages next to him were secretly cunning, and at the same time they felt faintly that if this little devil could resist this attack, he would definitely become a virulent tiger in this prison in the future.

The obese middle-aged man heard the sound, threw it with a roar, threw his hand and hit it hard, but it hit the steel column, and suddenly he was sore with pain. He immediately bent over and thumped around, but did not touch it. Du Di'an figure immediately realized that he was fooled. Instead of rushing rashly, he stood still and relied on hearing to sense the movement around him.

"Fat pig, come on!"

"On your left, on the left!"

"You are blind, on your left, oh, you are blind indeed."

Some of the people in the other cell next door showed no sympathy and ridiculed, while deliberately saying the opposite direction, in fact Du Dean was on the right.However, the people living in this prison have long seen their eyes, knowing that this obese middle-aged person is mostly impossible. Instead of offending an injured young tiger, it is better to offend an evil tiger with his teeth pulled out.

The roaring noises around seriously interfered with the hearing of obese middle-aged people. He growled angrily: "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up to Lao Tzu!"

"Don't call, he's going to pounce."

"Behind you."

"be careful!"

Others reminded, but his face was full of ridicule, especially when he saw his reminder being heard by obese middle-aged people and responded, he could not help laughing.

Du Dian sat in a dark corner next to him, watching the expressionless obese middle-aged man scratching everywhere in front of the cage like a headless fly. The laughter around him made the coldness in his eyes gradually disappear, only in silence. .

"Where is he!" the obese middle-aged man growled, thinking about his men.

The few people looked at Du Dean's position, but they saw Du Dean also turned their heads to look at them. Through the scattered hair stained with blood on their faces, they could still see a pair of indifferent eyes. Hesitated to be silent.

Among them, there is a young man with a strong physical body, who gritted his teeth and said: "Boss, he is by your left hand wall."

The obese middle-aged man rushed in the direction of Du Dean when he heard his words.

Du Dean's eyes were cold, and he immediately evaded, while dragging his body, and ran towards the strong young man who spoke.

"Come here, here with me." The sturdy young man saw Du Di'an rushing, his face a little frightened, and screamed quickly.

The obese middle-aged man heard the words and immediately rushed in the direction of the voice.

Seeing the others hesitate, Du Di'an seemed ready to join forces to resist, and his heart sank. He squeezed out of his teeth and said: "Want to continue to mix with a waste, don't want to die and get away!"

When several people heard Du Dean's words, their face changed, and they evaded one after another.

Only when the strong young man stood on the spot, his face was ugly and said, "If you assholes, if the boss is dead, he will clean us up when he turns around."

Those people looked at each other, but did not respond.

The sturdy youth immediately knew their intentions, scolded in their hearts, and at the same time hid to the left, not daring to confront Du Dean.

Du Dean gasped, holding his breath and forced him into the corner on the left. After all, the cell was so big, and although this strong young man was just a normal civilian criminal, he was quickly forced to In the corner.

"Boss, here with me, come on!" the strong young man shouted quickly.

The obese middle-aged man roared and rushed over.

Du Dean gasped and raised his left hand to grab him slowly.

The strong young man was irreversible. He gritted his teeth fiercely and raised his fist towards Du Di'an's scapula.

Du Dian deliberately shot slowly, waiting for this moment, his wrist moved, pinched his fist, turned around, and flung towards the fat middle-aged man in the back.

The strong young man resisted hard, but he was shocked to find that his fist head was strangled by steel, and there was a feeling of fragmentation, and this figure, one and a half head shorter than himself, was so terrible that he could not resist it.

However, he responded very quickly and quickly raised his hand to hit Du Dean's other scapula.

Du Di'an didn't stop him, and he couldn't lift his right hand. He saw that he squatted down sharply. The strong young man punched empty, and just wanted to close his fist to continue the attack. His pupils shrank in vain, and he said, "Boss -"

Boom!

The fist punched by the fat middle-aged man suddenly hit his chest. This position was originally the height of Du Dean's head.

The sturdy young man spit out blood and was smashed against the wall, his face full of pain, moaning: "Boss, it's me, he squatted below."

The obese middle-aged man hurriedly squatted down to attack.

Du Di'an had already rolled away, stepped barefoot on the ground, and climbed silently to another place like a black cat.

The obese middle-aged man fought around, but did not find it, and shouted angrily: "Where did he go!"

The strong young man gasped and gave him pointers.

Du Di'an's face was very gloomy, he hid from side to side, pulling the injury all over his body, making his hands and feet tremble with pain.

Several others saw the tragic situation of strong young men, afraid of being accidentally injured by obese middle-aged people, and running around in the cell. The sound of footsteps seriously interfered with obese middle-aged people.

For several consecutive minutes, the obese middle-aged man did not touch Du Dean’s body. He roared violently, turned and rushed to the injured strong young man, growling: "Do you want to harm me! Do you want to Harm to me!" Raised his fist and smashed it hard.

The sturdy young man was shocked, and when he saw him punching his fist, he shouted in horror: "Boss, don't, I don't have--"

With a loud bang, his fist followed his voice to locate his head and punched his nose, and the strong young man suddenly passed out.

Seeing this, the others looked pale, knowing that he did not believe anyone, and became more afraid to speak.

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