Time flies, and nearly a month has passed in the blink of an eye. Today is a day to celebrate www.biquge.info and the prisoners are in great spirits.

For no other reason, today is payday.

For a month, Wren endured his bald head and fat countless times, during which he insulted, ridiculed and even beat Wren many times, and Wren endured it.

Like a hungry wolf lurking in the shadows, he hides in the corner and licks his sharp claws. The physical injuries heal very slowly, and the heavy physical labor takes a great burden, and today, the strength has recovered about 70%.

One-on-one against bald fat, Wren is now half as sure. But it's not time yet.

The vengeance of yesterday's humiliation must be repaid with blood!

Wren thought about it, and the iron pickaxe in his hand was even harder, and he accidentally knocked on the ore and felt numb, making a loud noise.

The law enforcement team gave him a cold look, and Wren tensed up, temporarily stopped thinking and started working.

He did it for a reason.

According to the rules of the black prison, prisoners are not allowed to kill each other, and violators will be punished severely. But there is one exception. Ever since he had read the watch the vendor had given him, a certain item had sparked in his mind.

The first is a 'pass' worth 1800. Holding it is equivalent to getting the legal right to go out, and being able to meet with outsiders once.

Wren's eyes lit up when he saw this, if the situation was worst, it would take a year and a half to save up the price of a pass, and then contact Eve, who became an elder, and it would not be simple for her to let the law enforcement team release her from the black prison with a word? It also happens to clarify the fact that Mimer framed him.

The second is the 'Black Race'. Every year, a gladiatorial arena-like competition is held in the Black Cell, and the top five are acquitted at a cost of 1,000 food stamps.

Of course, it's not that easy to win. It was not only the prisoners in the black cell who participated in the competition, but also some people from the outside world. The competition is only about winning or losing, whether it is life or death, and it will attract many spectators from other places, which is a major item of Qianxing's annual income.

To put it bluntly, in fact, the winners and losers of the game do not care about the spectators at all, they just want to see the bloody fighting, screaming, and the miserable death of the prisoners. Anyway, it's all sinful brutes, and no one will say anything when they're dead.

Top five, acquitted!

That's what Wren likes, maybe it's a tough game, but it's not hard for him! To do this, it is necessary to save a large number of tickets, and 1,000 yuan can be made up in less than a year.

When it came to the black match of the life-and-death competition, he heard that the bald fat would participate this year, and when the time came on the field, he would use the most cruel means to kill the bald fat head!

At noon, the bell rang, and the prisoners put down their tools and lined up to eat.

The three of them sat in the corner eating and chatting.

After a month of adaptation, they were able to withstand most of the hard work, and although they were still tired and falling apart every day, it was much stronger than the first day. The majestic Kororos is even more exaggerated, and he is still energetic after working every day.

A large hard cocoon formed in the center of his palm, and Wren was unkempt, and there was no light on his face.

Most of the prisoners are like this, and Coloros is an outlier. I can't see the sun all year round, smell the cold and wet air, clean water is extremely scarce, and the body is dirty and can only be wiped with water on the ground...

For a long time, even the cleanest person becomes a briquette.

"Teach a lesson to the bald head, right?" Coloros whispered after eating.

"No, it's not time yet." Wren shared his thoughts with everyone, adding, "That guy still has a lot of subordinates, and it's no problem to deal with him alone, if it causes the prisoners to riot... ”

Ka Yue nodded, and the corners of her mouth provoked a dangerous arc: "Just do what Wren said, it's too late to take revenge, wait until the black race, hehehe... ”

"What about the salary?" Coloros looked pained.

"Give it to him first, let's hurry up and find a way to keep his salary, otherwise we will pay a hundred per month, and we will be able to get out for more than a year, there is no spiritual power here, it will be too delayed to gather spirits." Wren Road.

"Hmm." The two nodded.

After eating, he saw the law enforcement team coming from a distance, he pointed to the three of them and said: "Don't be idle, there are a lot of mines dug out, you all go to push the cart!" ”

Wren and Ka Yue looked at each other with a wry smile.

Pushing the cart is one of the most tiring jobs, even today, after pushing all day, they have to be tired and don't want to move, and the next day they are still sore.

Under the fierce supervision of the law enforcement team, the three reluctantly pushed the cart and went down to the deep pit to push the mine.

In a month, the pit was terrifyingly deep.

When the cart went uphill, the slope was almost 60 degrees, and the prisoner with less strength pushed it halfway and was directly pressed down by the cart.

If this happens, the enforcement officer will give you three lashes and then let you continue to push the mine.

I have little strength, and I am bruised, when will I be able to push the car up? This is one thing that everyone fears, and in a reciprocal cycle, worthless prisoners will be sucked to death.

The three of Wren gritted their teeth and pushed the cart to sprint, and when they reached a little higher along the way, Wren felt his heart pounding, and his hand holding the handlebar began to loosen.

A large hand reached over and steadied him. When I looked up, it was Coloros.

He held his car with one hand and pushed Wren with the other, and said honestly: "I'll push behind you, you go forward." ”

Wren smiled movingly, "No, it's not too difficult for me." ”

The three of them paid attention to each other's situation and pushed forward step by step. Compared to the passage to the upper level, the slope angle is less than 40 degrees, which is far worse than that.

The cart passed through three or four floors in a row, piling the ore in the cart into the open square, and the prisoners at the other end of the inspection selected the ore one by one, separating the good and the bad.

The time it takes for the cart to walk back is equivalent to a rest time, and the exerted physical strength must be recovered as soon as possible during the short journey. Along the way, there were law enforcement officers patrolling, and they hurried back to the pit and continued to push the mine.

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On the way back from the second trip, they met a prisoner. The prisoner was tall and strong, blind in one eye, and had a slender arm.

The prisoner glanced at Wren and sneered, "Look at you two are a little strange, which cell?" ”

"Number 17." Coloros said honestly.

"17 rooms? I remember your boss was bald and fat? Hey, it's miserable. The prisoner sighed and said, "My name is Io, I know you." ”

Wren nodded indifferently, he didn't mean to know this guy, if the chat was loud and the law enforcement team heard it, punishment would be indispensable.

The group hurried forward, trying to shake off Io. Io seemed to be a self-acquaintance, and eagerly posted it and said, "You don't want to know some information about bald heads? ”

"Huh?" Wren became interested and looked straight at him.

Seeing that Wren was willing to deal with him, Io smiled proudly, "I heard about it when I was on the ground before, and that guy's deeds are very famous." ”

"He is a hunting captain who climbed up from the civilians step by step, he is ruthless, it is said that he escaped from the battle in an ice beast battle, killing the whole team, and one of the dead team members was sent in because his father was old."

"Hey, actually... The rumor goes like this. Io glanced at no one around, leaned into Wren's ear and said, "That guy took a fancy to the ice core of a high-level ice beast, and deliberately provoked an ice and snow beast in order to swallow it privately, burying the entire team!" ”

"That's all I know, you must be upset with him, right? Hehe, just take this news and steal Lele in your heart. Io smiled scornfully.

Along the way, Wren pondered Io's words.

The bald fat man is so strong that he used to be the captain of the hunting team? With that being said, Wren had to reassess his odds against the bald fat.

In his own mind, the strength recovery should be about the same as Carlo, and there is still some distance from the hunting captain. In Qianxing, if you want to become the captain of the hunting team, in addition to strong strength, brain, command, and merit are very important.

Thinking about it, he came back to his senses and had already reached the bottom of the deep pit, and he felt that the law enforcement team was looking at him, and hurriedly loaded the mine inside.

Pushing a cart up, I found a figure struggling in the middle of the waist, and there were signs of backwards.

Gradually, he couldn't hold on, and began to slide down, this person looked flustered, and accidentally fell under his feet, Wren was shocked, the man was bone-chested and even the car with a bang, falling in the direction of Wren, he didn't care about the car and quickly dodged away.

Bang...

The man's head smashed on the corner of the ore, breaking his head, and the red blood flowed, and what was even worse was that the cart full of ore fell on him again, only to see his legs glare, and there was no movement.

"Cut." Moss spat disdainfully, pointed at Rennes, who didn't dare to go over, and scolded: "What are you still watching?" Hurry up and push your cart away! ”

Wren answered, the car was full of the man's blood, the pungent smell was disgusting, and it was mixed with white slimy things, and the man's head hit the sharp horn of the ore and died directly.

In a sense, he was lucky. If he hadn't died, he would have been whipped twice by Moss's whip, and he would have continued to push the cart, and so on, dying under the whip.

Moss glanced at the prisoner's death with disgust, and casually ordered someone to bury him. "Waste." After scolding, Moss continued his rounds.

The people in the law enforcement team are not all cold-hearted, and Moss can be said to be an upright person. But he knew that the people who went into the black prison were all brutes who had committed crimes outside, and that such people did not deserve sympathy.

If it was an ordinary civilian who fell from above, Moss would certainly not sit idly by. Staying in the black cell for many years, he became more and more disgusted with prisoners. is flattering on the surface, but behind it is grateful for the shady deeds. In addition to toil, violence reigns supreme here.

It's not that Moss doesn't know the situation in the cell, many of the foremen's families are called the bosses, and Moss doesn't bother to care, as long as they work hard. (To be continued.) )