Wren and his party grabbed the cart and moved forward, and there was a person on it who was struggling, and his hands were shaking. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info looked at him a little familiarly, and Wren exclaimed, "Beck? ”

Beck turned his head and smiled reluctantly with a pale face: "You were also arranged to push the cart?" ”

"Well, I didn't expect you to look so thin and still be able to do this job?"

"Hehe, no way, forced." Beck sighed, clenched the handlebars with trembling hands, and moved forward with bloodshot eyes.

After a while, Wren overtook him by a meter, glanced back worriedly, and said, "Are you okay?" ”

Beck didn't speak, didn't know whether he didn't hear him or ignored him, and buried himself in the cart. But Wren could see that the tremor had spread to his steps, and if he continued like this, he would be like the dead prisoner in front of him.

- "What are you three still grinding around, looking for death!" Moss shouted from afar, and when he saw that Beck still didn't move, he flicked his whip and walked up.

"I'm going to push, I'm pushing!" Beck suddenly shouted, gritting his teeth frantically and moving forward, but the car moved slowly, and he only advanced less than ten centimeters with great effort.

His body was shaking, and the heavy car was falling!

"Ahh Berk screamed, lost his balance and fell, the handlebars slipping out of his hands, and his bones slid off at a rapid pace.

Wren, who was paying attention to him, raised an eyebrow and shouted, "Be careful! ”

Instinctively, he pounced and grabbed Beck, Wren slid down with the soles of his feet, and his other hand clasped the ground, his fingers were scratched with blood, and finally stabilized his body, and the two of them hung in half, and Rick was in a backward posture, all by Wren pulling him.

"I'm sorry!"

Beck's face was gray, he was finished himself, but he still affected others, and the people of the law enforcement team would definitely wave the whip mercilessly when they saw it.

Moss came to them with a few easy steps as a spirit gatherer, staring coldly at Wren.

"You want to die with him?" Moss's voice was emotionless.

At that moment, Moss could see clearly, and the moment Beck fell, Wren didn't hesitate to let go of his car and pounced directly. The distance between them was one meter, and the speed at which Beck fell was so fast that it was impossible to think before acting.

That is, Wren saved him by instinct.

"I didn't think much of it, my body moved on its own." Wren said calmly: "I don't think he's good, I can't watch him die." ”

Berke, who was being pulled by Wren, shook his shoulders violently when he heard this, stared at Wren tremblingly, and the tears that disappeared for an unknown time filled his eyes, and he whimpered: "You, you don't have to, someone like me... ”

Lifting him up to make Beck stand on his feet, Wren smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't you kid still want to see your fiancée, how can he die now?" ”

Berke was struck by lightning and gritted his teeth and snorted.

They looked at Moss, presumably the punishment would be severe.

Moss was puzzled.

Is this something that can be done by criminals who do all kinds of evil? He remembered that Wren had committed a crime of being in debt... Moss couldn't help but ponder, what debt did he owe because of? Ordinary prisoners wouldn't do that, would they?

The whip was raised, and it fell slowly.

Moss felt that something was wrong with him today, and glanced at Wren's car—Coloros smiled, grabbed a car with one hand, and didn't fall off.

Rubbing his temples, Moss said impatiently, "What are you doing in a daze?" Hurry up and push it! ”

Wren was stunned and said in surprise: "What about punishment?" ”

"If you want to push you, you will push? Why don't I give you two lashes? Moss sneered.

"No, no, no, I'll push it!" Wren laughed twice, and for some reason Moss let them go, took the car from Coloros, and the group moved on. Beck hurried down to clean up the scattered ore, but the car broke two wheels.

"W-What can I do about this?" Beck fell to his knees, looking helpless.

"You." Moss glanced at him, "Go mine." ”

Beck was stunned, looked at Moss's side face in disbelief, reacted and bowed deeply, "Thank you, sir!" ”

After part-time work in the afternoon, Moss thought for a long time before he realized why he wanted to let Wren and the others go.

It was too dark in the prison, and even his feelings became cold and cruel, and the moment Wren pounced to save Vick, Moss saw the light side of humanity again.

"Maybe some of the prisoners aren't so hateful... Moss sat at the table and muttered.

。。。。。。

When Wren came back from the cart, he saw Beck mining, and greeted him in surprise: "Actually, Moss is not bad." ”

He was working hard, and when he saw that it was Wren, he temporarily stopped what he was doing and said gratefully: "Thank you!" Today I'll invite you to drink, as much as you want! ”

Wren didn't hesitate, and simply nodded and pointed to the two of them behind him, "It's not as much as you want, just invite us to a bowl each!" ”

"Hmm!"

The tiring day ended with the ringing of the bells, and the prisoners gathered around the law enforcement officers, waiting for the letter to be sent with a happy face.

Moss held a thick wad of yellow envelopes in his hand and shouted one by one: "Bald and fat." ”

"Here!"

The bald head and fat responded energetically, his job is to check, and it doesn't take too much effort. After going up and getting your share of salary, it's your turn to be next. For the first time, Wren felt that time was so difficult, and finally waited for his name.

"Wren!"

Wren replied in a loud voice: "Here!" ”

The envelope was thick and full, and Moss glanced at him and said, "Good job." ”

"Yes, sir!" The sudden sentence made Wren scratch his head, but he replied anyway.

After the paychecks, Moss tied everyone up and led them back to their cells.

The old man in charge of cooking came with a squeaky and broken car, but the foreman headed by the bald fat man was indifferent.

"Damn, it's payday, whoever wants to eat that shit, old man, get out of here!" The bald head waved his hand. As a local tyrant among the prisoners, he earns 2,000 kilowatt-hours of fast food stamps every month, which is ten times that of a flat prisoner.

The foremen don't have a high income, and they still have to eat a little like Wren. Otherwise, how many food stamps do you have to spend if you want to eat enough food from the old vendors?

After pushing the cart for a day, he was tired and dying, and a bowl of rice was eaten by Wren in a few bites, and his stomach was still not full, but it didn't matter, Wren was looking forward to it, waiting for the arrival of the old vendor.

As a rule, on payday, whether it is a weekly cycle or not, the old vendors come back. This day is a real carnival day.

It's a pity that the thick wad of food stamps in his hand has not been spent, and only half of it is left.

After learning that the bald fat was once the captain of the hunt, Wren did not dare to act rashly, and it was not too late to deal with him after his strength was completely restored. (To be continued.) )