Thinking about the fact that three Americans died in line last time, and the remaining seven people didn't eat for a day.

No wonder the food also disappears, and the thorn sticks and food are taken by them while they are taking advantage of the chaos.

The scene at this moment is that the Americans threaten the boss of the death row prisoners, and the death row prisoners are hesitant to do so.

The Americans suffered on the side of the weapons, but now it is clear that the scene is a little awkward.

And no one noticed me, and they were still confronted.

I saw the old boss's crossbow, which had been trampled on the ground.

I wondered if what I said yesterday had angered these American gang members. At the moment, they want to make a fish die and break the net.

Which side of the two sides should help now became something I had to think about, and one of the condemned prisoners saw me.

I was startled when he walked towards me quickly.

The condemned prisoner put a baseball bat directly against my neck and pushed me to the front.

I got caught in a baseball bat and felt a little suffocated.

What was the condemned prisoner shouting, I didn't have time to react at all, how did I become a hostage on the side of the condemned prisoner?

The scene was a little embarrassing at one point, and the condemned prisoners collectively shouted something.

It seems to be in English, shouting one, of, one.

Is it the meaning of one for one? But apparently the Americans on the other side didn't use me as a bargaining chip.

The two sides faced off like this, and the condemned prisoners seemed to really use me as a bargaining chip for one.

But apparently I knew I didn't have the ability, and I wouldn't have come out if I had known.

Tieing me up, although it didn't make the Americans let go, obviously made my dad move.

Dad began to walk around behind the group of Americans, as if trying to make a move.

My dad walked slowly to the back of the American, and I could see my dad holding a screwdriver in his left hand and grabbing his shirt with his right hand.

In the next moment, Dad rushed straight up, and the American who was kidnapping the boss of the death row prisoner didn't have time to react.

Dad covered the other's head with his shirt and poked him in the chest with a screwdriver.

It's really ruthless, and the Americans who hold the boss hostage seem to have stabbed the stick.

The boss of the condemned prisoner instantly fell to the ground, and the other Americans next to him pulled down my father.

The condemned prisoners rioted and rushed forward.

My dad made the decision for me, and the baseball bat that was holding me was loosened.

A scuffle ensued between the two sides, and I was dragged aside.

I watched my dad being beaten up by two Americans on the ground, and it didn't seem like I could do anything about it.

There are many people on the side of the ten dozen and seven death row prisoners, and the weapons are much better, and the Americans can almost be said to have no weapons except for two barbed sticks.

Usu rushed forward for some reason, as if he was planning to save my father.

The scene was a little uncontrollable, and Usu was also pressed to the ground by an American and punched.

Except for the seven Americans, the others in the hall were almost useless, and they were all old, weak, sick and disabled, waiting for their own people to bring food.

I wanted to rush forward, but with my strength I was no match for them at all.

I remembered the group of people behind me, the people who were lining up in the pathway.

Although the group heard the shouting, they were still lining up on their own, and nothing happened at all.

But now I had to ask them for help, and I ran back into the pathway.

I shouted in English that I was outside, and the people in line were still going about their business.

Jock asked me who was fighting whom, and I thought about the condemned prisoners beating the people in the hall.