Qiao Ze moved to the witch god and looked greedily at the bag of food on the ground, but he didn't have the courage to take it.

The witch god said coldly: "Someone told me that you used to be a very professional pirate. Honestly, there is no need for thieves on Death Island, if the Witch God Boss needs something, then just grab it! But for experts like you, I, the witch god, have always been more respectful, this bag of things is placed in front of you, if you eat it today, then I will cover you from now on, but correspondingly, if one day I ask you to do something, then you better think about today's bag of food. ”

Qiao Ze hesitated, looked at Kratos again, and nodded.

The witch god sneered, "Very good, if you really forget it one day, it doesn't matter, I will personally dig these foods out of your stomach again." Eat it!"

Qiao Ze shuddered, tore open the food bag and took a small bite.

"Is there another ......" The witch god narrowed his eyes and looked at He Ruozhi carefully, not understanding why this little guy who was not amazing in appearance would be so "cared for" by the owner of Tucson Island.

"Brethren help me greet this lad!" Although he was suspicious, the witch god still gave the order according to the instructions of the owner of Tucson Island.

Five bald men surrounded them with a smirk, all of them wearing black 'colored' leather coats, with breathing masks on their faces, shaped like ghosts, and holding mace 'sticks' made of hard plastic in their hands, with thick protrusions on the top of the 'stick' body.

At a glance, it is clear that such industrial products are not produced on Death Island, but must be brought by the outside world.

He Ruozhi exaggerated a mouthful of blood as soon as he went down with a stick, and fell to his knees on the ground with pain on his face, letting out a miserable cry from his mouth.

Five big men surrounded him tightly, and the big 'stick' fell like rain, without any mercy on his subordinates, as if they were going to beat He Ruozhi to death!

It's just that no one noticed that He Ruozhi, who was holding his head and shrinking his head under the big 'stick', actually had a pair of very calm black 'colored' eyes embedded in his face full of pain, as if what fell on him was not a crazy beating, but a mosquito bite!

One by one, the Black Bone Technique had reached his point, and the bones all over his body were already like steel, and if he wanted to, he could even break these sticks on the spot.

As for the physical pain, it was too light and too light compared to the pain He Ruozhi had received.

It's like a mosquito bite.

Qiao Ze couldn't stand it anymore.

"Kratos one by one," he slowly crawled over, "these people will beat He Ruozhi to death." ”

"Yes, they will." Kratos said expressionlessly, staring at the remaining half bag of food in Qiao Ze's hand.

Qiao Ze was taken aback: "What should I do then?" I, I mean we can't just watch him die, he just saved me!

Kratos nodded bluntly: "Give me your food, I promise that guy won't die." ”

Qiao Ze didn't expect the other party to make such a request, he hesitated for a while, he hadn't had much since he was caught, and his stomach was actually very hungry. However, seeing He Ruozhi, who was screaming again and again, and thinking of his 'legs', Qiao Ze gritted his teeth and handed over the food: "Give!" ”

Kratos smiled innocently and ate in three or two bites.

"Save him!" Qiao Ze was in a hurry.

Kratos shrugged: "Who said to save that man?" I'm not sure I'm going to kill all of these thugs in the current situation, the mechs behind them are easy to mess with. ”

"You ......," Qiao Ze said hurriedly, "but you said one by one"

"I just said that guy wasn't going to die, and trust me, they didn't want to kill the man, at least not here. And in fact......" Kratos looked at He Ruozhi thoughtfully, and said very cautiously, "I don't think these people have the strength to kill that young man......" Kratos was right.

After a harsh lesson, the witch god motioned for his men to throw He Ruozhi into an armored car and administer him simple medical treatment.

Those injuries were all skin injuries and were not fatal.

Wu Shen said: "Listen up boys, originally every newcomer who comes to my Death Island must accept such a treat, but I see that you two are useful talents, and I can't bear to ruin you like this, so that unlucky ghost holds the board for you." See, there are rules for everything here, as long as you don't break the rules of my witch god, you can live a good life, far better than in a dark death row cage!"

The witch god waved his hand: "Back to Fallen Town!"

The steep rocks suddenly rumbled like a landslide and the earth cracked, and the mountain cracked in the middle, revealing a wide and flat road.

Two armed fortresses are set up in the breach, and various energy weapons defend against the dangerous creatures of Death Island.

The witch god's convoy swaggered into the 'cave' of the mountain.

Kratos looked around, the whole mountain seemed to have been hollowed out, the scale of the mountain "hole" is very huge, the main "hole" and "hole" is simply a super huge square, in the "hole" and "hole" wall are densely dug countless kiln "hole", is a dwelling.

Some 'holes' and 'holes' lead to the depths of darkness.

In the square, there is a splendid town!

Kratos couldn't believe his eyes! A city built in a cave in a mountain!

Crowds were everywhere, death row inmates set up stalls in the bazaar, unscrupulously selling contraband, including weapons and drugs, and in the distance there was a raging concert where several fiery 'girls' were performing 'glamorous' dances on stage.

The witch god laughed in his ear, "I didn't expect that, right? The Lord of Tucson is a very benevolent man, and since we have worked so hard to hunt beasts for him and make raw materials for mechas, why not forget some of the not-so-wonderful things in our past and let us enjoy some small pleasures? Kratos ..... I think you're a nice guy, a smart guy, and I'll give you a thousand death coins to go to my town and have a good life, and then you can think about your future path......"

"What is Death Coins?"

"Death Coin is the currency that can only be used on Dead Island. Listen, we're not drudgers, 'but businessmen. We hunt wild beasts and sell them to the owners of Tucson in exchange for the necessary amenities...... It's like liquor, tobacco, drugs, weapons, and even 'women'! This is a very complicated 'exchange' process, so we use Death Coins for settlement.

Kratos nodded, "I see, the more beasts you hunt, the more death coins you can get." ”

The Witch God shook his head, "We don't need to hunt beasts ourselves, do you understand? We can control those hunters! Listen, there are thousands of death row inmates on this island, and sometimes even the power of money is not enough to make these unruly people obedient, and then it's our turn to work. Let's be clear, we're prisoners on Death Island, of course it's illegal, but what is really legal in this world? No, not at all! ”

Kratos got it.

Most death row inmates have to risk their lives to hunt beasts of prey in exchange for their survival.

But there are still a small number of people, like the witch god, who rely on squeezing other death row prisoners and teaching those who are imprisoned and unruly with sticks, in this way to obtain high profits and keep this fallen town running.

And those thugs who were domesticated.

Kratos is an out-and-out fighter and has a lot of contempt for this practice.

But he still nodded without hesitation: "I understand, of course I don't want to fight those beasts, I'm willing to follow the witch god boss."

Yes, it should be much more refreshing to hunt a scumbag like a witch god than to hunt a beast......

They came to a stop in front of another huge 'hole' and 'hole', and a sign on the wall showed that this was a mech repair yard.

Several minions pushed and shoved He Ruozhi off the armored car, and the witch god said: "It's good to put this kid in a black prison, let him slowly rot there!" ”

A few minions were about to do so, when a tattered armored car slowly drove up in front of them and stopped, and an old man with a slump of body stepped out of the car.

There were so many wrinkles on his face that he could barely see his face, and the skin around him was blown by the sea breeze, as if it were hanging

A layer of mottled paint, the bronze 'colored' muscles and 'flesh' hung down softly, as if it was filled with water.

Only a pair of eagle-like eyes are just as sharp.

"Old Man of the Sea"

Mr. Hai was one of the first inhabitants of Death Island.

He and his companions hunted the first beasts, recorded the rules of hunting, and surveyed the terrain of Death Island, digging 'holes' and 'holes' for habitation.

When the second and third groups of death row inmates arrived, he led them, taught them how to survive, and set up a series of organizations to bring all the death row inmates together into a group to survive together.

The old man of the sea is the leader of the 'spirit' god on the island, and even the witch god does not dare to disobey his orders.

The witch god greeted him with a smile on his face.

The old man coughed twice, and said slowly: "I heard that three new brothers came to Death Island today, so come and see if these brothers need help." Why, is the brother behind you, who has his hands and feet tied, our newcomer? ”

The witch god stubbornly said, "Yes, this is only one of them. ”

"So, where are you going to 'get' him?"

"Black Prison!" The witch god's eyes rolled.

Old Man Hai smiled slightly: "I remember that in order to control so many brothers, we made seven island rules that are absolutely not allowed to be violated, and if anyone violates them, they will be sent to the black prison to wait for death." So what island rules did this new brother violate? ”

"This ...... Boss Hai, this is the order of the Tucson Island Lord, this kid has somehow offended the Tucson Island Lord, and I am also acting on my own orders. The witch god A argued awkwardly.

Old Man Hai raised his head and said, "Witch God, usually you are willing to act as Tucson's lackey, then I don't care." But if you were to do that, I don't know what else would be necessary for the rules of the island, but the reason why we prisoners have been able to survive on Death Island for so long is nothing more than unity! A single order from Tucson can make one of our brothers die a tragic death, and if that's the case, no island rules should be needed!"

Although the old man did not have a thug, he had always had a high prestige, and when he saw that the old man was here, all the prisoners who had been looking for pleasure in the fallen town gathered.

There was a glint of resentment in the witch god's eyes, and then he smiled again: "No, there is no such thing...... Boss Hai, you can't help but embarrass me too much. ”

"Let go of this brother and 'hand' him over to me, and I won't embarrass you."

"This ...... It's not going to work!"

"Why not, he didn't make a mistake!"

The witch god snorted twice, suddenly thought of something, pointed at He Ruozhi and said loudly: "This guy is a waste, he doesn't know anything, and staying here is just a 'waste' of food!"

The morality on Death Island is different from that of the outside, where people can tolerate any kind of sin, because everyone is on death row and no one can waste anything.

Because this is hell, everyone must have a skill to survive here!

The witch god was proud: "Boss Hai, this guy doesn't know how to drive a mecha, and his fighting skills are also a mess. What else is this going to do?"

Old Man Hai glanced at He Ruozhi and said slowly: "Maybe this brother has some other skills, you might as well let him say it himself."

He Ruozhi heard it clearly next to him, and said hurriedly: "I will repair the mecha!"

"You, repair mechs?" The witch god circled around He Ruozhi twice, scratched his scalp and said, "Don't joke about waste, mecha maintenance engineer is a multi-professional position, just with your ghostly appearance, you are also worthy?"