The Dark King

On the second night, the obese middle-aged man gradually woke up and moaned to get up, but his body was extremely painful, especially the previous jailer's kicking and pulling the steel nail under his shoulder blade. At the moment, his hands were soft and weak. Can't get up.

He growled angrily: "Are you all dead, come and help Laozi!"

The few people shrank behind, looked at each other, and looked at Du Dean, daring not to shoot, including the strong young man who had previously reminded him, but also shrunk in the corner, dumbfounded.

The fat middle-aged man roared a few times and saw no one responding to him. The panic and sadness in his heart made him more angry, but he already understood that he was abandoned, a wounded blind tiger, even if he showed no more vicious Expression, it is difficult to calm other people.

Moreover, unlike old gold and black scars, he has a high prestige in the prison. Even among the leaders of the cells, he is one of the best. He can support each other. Even if one of them is seriously injured, no one dares to bully.

Loneliness, helplessness, despair, darkness.

He seemed to experience the feeling when he was first thrown into prison. At that time, he was violated in his crying and flattered in the cheering smile. Until his boss's deadline came and he was sentenced to death, he didn't get a chance to get higher.

Now, he fell again.

Du Dian looked at him silently and said nothing. After a while, the dinner was delivered. This time it was lucky to throw in four pieces of bread.

Dudi picked it up safely.

The obese middle-aged man heard the sound and suddenly crawled up, but instead of rushing to snatch it, he kowtowed in the direction of Du Dean and begged: "Please, forgive me, you will be my boss in the future, I admit defeat, Other people here often fight, I will be your fightman in the future, you can let me do anything, please don’t remember to hate me..."

Du Dian frowned slightly. He didn't expect his reversal to be so big. He thought he would counterattack in despair. He said to several others in silence for a moment, "Do you think I should forgive him?"

The few people sat on the straw mats, looked at the black bread in Du Di’an’s hands, and after hearing the question, one of them whispered tentatively: “Boss, if you don’t forgive him, we are assigned to each prison If he is abolished from work, few people will do a lot of hard work."

Du Dean nodded slightly and waited for the two jailers to leave, saying: "Abolish his arm and third leg."

Several people were stunned.

The fat middle-aged man's face changed, and the fingers lying on the ground could not help tightening, but then loosened again, begging to say: "Big brother, they are right, we have work every week, if we scrap my Arm, I will be a waste person, and the work will be divided equally among everyone, and you will suffer."

Dudi looked at him quietly and said, "Do you think I need to work on my own?"

Obese middle-aged people were startled.

Several other people's faces changed, knowing what Du Dean meant, but they didn't expect to change the boss, their days are still the same, and they can't help but feel a bit sad.

Du Di'an looked at several people and said, "Isn't anyone doing it?"

A few people looked at each other, they were full of anger, and all kept silent tacitly.

Du Dean took out two pieces of black bread from his arms and said, "Whoever obeys, it belongs to whom."

This trick was used by the jailer in the past two days, and he is now using it now.

Several people were startled, some hesitated, and finally one of them stepped forward and said, "I'm coming, but, I'm afraid I can't beat him."

Du Dian said to obese middle-aged people: "Have you heard, I believe if you are smart, you will not resist, otherwise there will be more than one hand broken, if I guess right, the rules here are very simple, just two Articles, no homicides, and guaranteed workload, so little torture should be nothing."

Hearing his understatement saying "little torture", the obese middle-aged man was trembling, angry, and afraid, because he knew that Du Di'an was right.

As long as it does not kill people and does not affect the workload, the jailer is happy to see the dog bite.

Du Di'an took out two other pieces of black bread, bite it and eat it, and said while eating: "The show can start."

Hearing his words, several other people looked at his chewing brown bread, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward to surround the fat middle-aged man.

The people in the other cells naturally noticed the situation here, but it was rare that they did not make a big laugh. Everyone felt a faint chill. They had seen fierce criminals and demon who never killed blinks, but never saw them. People who have adapted so quickly, because Du Dean is not pure revenge, and even he can not hear the slightest hatred and killing intention from his command, but a kind of calm.

It is such a calm, people feel a very dangerous breath.

Screams and angry roars sounded in the prison, and the sound waves slammed against the steel columns of the cage, then shattered mercilessly.

Du Dean was eating dark bread with the taste of expired food slowly, watching the scene before him quietly. When he finished eating, the atrocities in front of him also ended, leaving only obese middle-aged people lying in the pool of blood dying. In the middle, the crotch was blood red and the left hand was broken.

The performance was over, and several people looked over at the black bread in Du Di'an's hands.

Du Di'an is very trustworthy. He didn't say much. He threw out the black bread and fell into the blood flowing out of the fat middle-aged man.

Several people hurriedly picked it up, quickly divided it, and ate it indiscriminately.

Days pass by day by day.

Although Du Di'an did not shoot again, the people here are not stupid. From his initial struggle, he can see that he is not an ordinary person, but a fighter with super powers.

After all, some things can burst out of superpowers without relying on anger. They have seen too many people who are struggling with anger and despair, and finally they are still pressed down with unyielding heads, lying on the ground for them to enjoy.

Pure anger, in the face of absolute power, has no effect at all, and will only appear more sad and sad.

In the past few days, Du Dean occasionally said a few words to Black Scar, and knew that the prison is located at the bottom of the lake. The prison has three floors. They are on the first floor, which means that they are the weakest criminals in this prison.

To prove that a criminal is weak and strong, in addition to relying on his own strength, there are also crimes committed outside.

For example, Du Dean entered here with the crime of theft, which naturally belongs to the weakest category.

In the past few days, Du Dean also learned about the crimes that obese middle-aged people and other people have committed. This obese middle-aged person, like his appearance, was once a rich businessman because of a strong (harmony) violence against a noble lady. jail.However, it was his status as a wealthy businessman that gave him the opportunity to purchase "Blessings of God" in the black market, so his power would be higher than that of ordinary people, equivalent to the junior scavengers.

And Du Dean also knew for the first time that such items as "Holy" of "God's Blessing" could be purchased on the black market.