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"Meizishu, shut up."

The Dark Lord, who was sitting still, opened his eyes, pointed his finger at Mei Zishu's head, and shouted: "There are more than fifty of us, all of whom are masters who have killed many people, why are they not their opponents?" If you say this kind of thing to destroy your own prestige by growing the morale of others, I will stop talking about your value tonight, and leave you to my brother to enjoy. ”

What's more, both of them were handcuffed on both hands, and the triangular-eyed police officer deliberately didn't take them off, just to reduce the flexibility and combat effectiveness of the two, in the face of such two lambs sent to the door, how could the Dark Lord listen to Mei Zishu's words and give up? He moved his huge body forward: "Whoever enters here should call me king." ”

The coercion he displayed violently made the atmosphere of the entire warehouse sink.

Mei Zishu said lightly: "Loyalty is against the ear." He looked up at Mo Qixiong and Ye Zixuan, and then smiled bitterly: "Demon King, I am just grateful to you for taking care of them for half a year, so I advised you not to deal with them, I know that the prison promised you benefits, but there are some things, if you have a life, you must also have a life, otherwise there is no point." ”

"Since you won't listen to my advice, I won't say anything more."

Mei Zishu pinched his shirt, looked at the rest of the prisoners and said: "Everyone, listen to me, stop it, the path that the Dark Lord took you is a dead end, a dead end." ”

The more than fifty prisoners were stunned at first, and then smiled noncommittally, not taking Mei Zishu's words seriously at all.

When Ye Zixuan and Mo Qixiong sighed that Mei Zishu had a good eye, the Dark Lord was snorting heavily: "Mei Zishu, you are becoming more and more unruly, you used to protect you and keep you because you can make some benefits from the prison on our behalf, do you really think you are the number one person?" Without my support, who will give you face. ”

"Not only do you not have self-knowledge now, but you also dare to instigate them to go against me."

"When I'm done cleaning up these two boys, I'll tie you to the railing and ravage everyone."

Mei Zishu's face was even paler, but Qing Xù was still calm, and he shook his head and remained silent.

The Dark Lord thought that he was intimidated by himself, so he stood upright and looked at the two: "Ye Zixuan? Ink Seven Bears? ”

Without waiting for Ye Zixuan to respond, Mo Qixiong twisted his neck: "What's the matter?" Looking for abuse? ”

"Boy, it's really a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water!"

Seeing this, a one-eyed white man rose into anger, stepped forward, and slapped the face of the ink seven bears with his hands while scorning the opening, although the seven bears looked very strong, but he felt that they were all a bunch of fat, where was the sturdiness that he fought fiercely every day: "Are you, I don't know, where are you now?" ”

Mo Qixiong's face sank, and he shouted: "Get out!" ”

The Dark Lord was surprised: It's really a bit bloody.

"Holy! Do you dare to drag it here? ”

The one-eyed white man, who had long been unaccustomed to Mo Qixiong, stepped forward menacingly, and roared a straight punch neatly, Ye Zixuan blocked it quietly, and did not let the Dark Lord and the prisoner think of the thunderous counterattack, bang! The one-eyed white man's fist slammed into Ye Zixuan's shoulder, making a crisp sound that stimulated everyone's eardrums.

Ye Zixuan withdrew three steps.

Mo Qixiong's face changed: "Brother?!" ”

A glimmer of light crossed Mei Zishu's eyes: This kid is an old-fashioned man, and he doesn't forget that he is famous.

The Dark Lord couldn't see through Ye Zixuan's intentions, and there was a touch of contempt in his eyes: these two boys are also immature stunned greens, pinched and broken, and they thought they had any guts, but now it seems to be purely an illusion, speaking of the invincible world, it is powerless to do it, and the prison side will inevitably take them too seriously.

This is the final judgment made by the Dark Lord to Ye Zixuan and the others!

He hummed to the sick young man: "Meizishu, you look away, you are really getting more and more crucible. ”

The rest of the strong men also clasped their hands and laughed on their chests: they turned out to be two wretched, and there will be bullying tonight.

When they looked at Ye Zixuan with bad intentions, Ye Zixuan was surprised: "You hit me?" Do you dare to hit me? ”

The one-eyed white man who swept the target laughed wildly, putting on a posture of being the only one in the world, and after a long time, he restrained his wild smile and replied with a mocking face: "That's right! Lao Tzu just beat you, what's wrong? To resist or to accuse? Don't be naïve, sue you, this is the place where the strong are kings, if your fist is big, you will be big. ”

"If you don't accept Lao Tzu, I will beat you until you obey, quickly kneel down and beg for mercy, I promise to spare your life."

He waved his fist in front of Ye Zixuan: "Hurry up and kneel down for Lao Tzu, do you hear?" ”

Ye Zixuan rubbed his aching shoulders and showed a smile: "If your fist is big, you will be big." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ye Zixuan moved his steps, the whole person jumped high, and at the same time kicked out like a phantom, a series of actions were completed in an instant, as fast as lightning, dazzling, in the face of the fierce killing move without warning, the frightened one-eyed white man had no time to dodge backwards, and could only cross his hands to block Ye Zixuan's attack.

"Bang!"

There was a low muffled sound of the wrist and ankle clattering, and then there was a terrible scream, and the one-eyed white man fell out like a broken kite, and fell directly into the crowd of companions before stopping, trying to support himself but spurting out a mouthful of blood, and then knelt on the ground in pain, his hands trembling and hanging low, needless to say, knowing that they were broken.

The barn fell silent again, and it seemed that even the air had stopped surging.

No one expected Ye Zixuan's combat power to be so perverted, he would knock down the one-eyed white man with one move, this guy is not as good as the Dark Lord, but he is also a character.

More than fifty people had a hint of solemnity in their eyes, and they began to feel the trickiness of the target.

"Seven bears, warm up."

Ye Zixuan knocked over his opponent with one move, and tilted his head towards Mo Qixiong, who was about to move: "As long as you don't die, let go of your hands and feet, and do it." ”

"Great."

Mo Qixiong's eyes suddenly lit up, without saying a word, his arms were strong, with a click, the handcuffs broke off like potato chips, and then Mo Qixiong rushed towards the opposing camp, and a big African man with braids also aroused blood, roaring to meet Mo Qixiong, and the rest of the prisoners also pounced on Ye Zixuan, like a group of wolves fighting.

These are the most fierce and ferocious foreign strong men who have survived, all of them are burdened with enough blood debts to be shot, and their fish and death are even more terrifying, but it is a pity that they are doomed to fail tonight, because they met Ye Zixuan's two brothers, facing the siege of prisoners like tigers and wolves, Mo Qixiong did not retreat but advanced, and his hands were shackled and swept fiercely.

"Pounce!"

The handcuffs cast of stainless steel carried the domineering power of Mo Qixiong, and hit the head of the big African man in an arc, a stream of blood burst out, and the latter screamed and flew out to the side, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted out of his mouth, and then, Mo Qixiong kicked the chest of another Dongying man, and then his calf turned, and his toe kicked the Indian in the jaw.

"Click!"

Two blows sounded in a row, Dongyingren's ribs were broken, Indian's jaw was hit hard, both of them lost their combat effectiveness and fell to the ground wailing, the clenched fists in their hands were still bloodless, they finally tried the pain of bullying others in the past, but Mo Qixiong didn't even look at them, his hands turned like windmills, and the opponent was all blown away.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ye Zixuan didn't join the battle group, he believed that Mo Qixiong could handle it, he just walked behind slowly, stepped on the wounded who fell to the ground, and broke their calves one by one, making them completely lose their combat effectiveness, the interlacing of light and shadow, coupled with the rise of dust, made the shadow longing for the cell look like thousands of ghosts dancing.

Muffled, screaming, broken bones, wailing, countless voices superimposed, and the splattered blood quickly bleached half of the warehouse.

Mei Zishu looked at the scene coldly, not surprised or frightened, just a little more interested.

In less than five minutes, there were only thirteen people left around the Dark Lord, and the rest were all knocked to the ground by Mo Qixiong, the latter was very domineering and ruthless, and he would never spare any effort when he hit him hard, but what made their eyelids jump even more was that Ye Zixuan, who was gentle and elegant, stepped on the calves of his companions unhurriedly, and the sound of broken bones gave them endless psychological pressure.

Violent! It's too fierce! Out of the water seafood as fierce.

Usually they can bully nine rookie prisoners by themselves, but now Mo Qixiong has overturned more than forty people by himself, and his combat effectiveness cannot be said to be unchanging, and more importantly, the ruthlessness and ferocity of Mo Qixiong's attack is not lost to these heavy prisoners at all, and every time he makes a move, he can hear the sound of broken bones on the person's body, which makes the Dark Lord's face become solemn.

Who are these two boys? How can it be so tricky?

The Dark Lord began to feel a trace of regret: he knew that he would not take this task, and the risk was too great and too great compared to the benefits he would get.

The triangular-eyed Jing police officer in the corridor was smoking leisurely with his companions, while not listening to the movements in the warehouse to avoid causing trouble by writing reports, while stretching out his fingers and quietly betting with his companions that Ye Zixuan and Mo Qixiong would be beaten, and the occasional howl that came out of necessity not only did not make them feel wrong, but was full of smiles.

The six of them all thought that Ye Zixuan and the others were being tortured.

"Bang."

Mo Qixiong lifted his knees, smashed the head of a European strong man, and then broke off three fingers and threw them behind, with Ye Zixuan's kick, everyone knew that the European strong man had become a waste, so far, there was no besieging crowd around him, he looked very unpleasant, and hooked his finger to the Dark Lord: "Old Hei, come here." ”

The eyes of the ink seven bears exuded a beastly light, and his handcuffed hands were raised high:

"Aren't you going to deal with us? Why don't you come and do it? ”

The Dark Lord glanced at Mei Zishu with a complicated expression, this battle, the latter did not speak from beginning to end, and there was no wave in his eyes, it seemed that he had expected this result, the Dark Lord was a little remorseful and did not listen to his words, the guide zhì is now difficult to ride a tiger, thinking for a while, he exhaled a long breath, walked up from his companions who were tense and tightened, and did not smile:

"The two of you, I think, we can talk about it, and it is far better to live in peace than to fight and kill."