After this incident, Mark is taken to a strange prison.

This does not improve the treatment.

The cell door opened, and he was thrown into a cell.

The messy firewood and grass and dust choked Mark's nose with ash, and the smell of corruption made people frown.

Just as he was about to get up, a huge pressure hit his back.

Someone seemed to be stepping on his spine with his foot, and Mark couldn't move.

"Another silly fork!"

The ridicule pierced the ear like the tip of a sharp needle.

Mark struggled to look up.

A ragged, scruffy human was smiling maliciously, his thick arms folded around his chest.

When he noticed that the new prisoner was looking up and glaring, his smile instantly froze.

Staring at Mark viciously, he "snorted" a mouthful of saliva on the ground with extreme disdain.

A great sense of insult came over him, and the anger made Mark angry.

"Yikes! ～”

Rolling his body suddenly, he quickly grabbed the ankle of the stomp and flipped it to the ground.

The laughter of the crowd gradually ossified......

In astonishment, Mark slammed his shoulders into one of the big men, hugged the spitting man (presumably the leader) and slammed his forehead against his brow.

The action is coherent and done in one go.

The man didn't guard against this move, and after the blow was hit, blood was already flowing from the end of his nose.

The pain was so great that he covered his nose and squatted on the ground, unable to speak for a long time.

When everyone saw that the leader was attacked, they reacted quickly and kicked out several legs.

Without waiting for Mark to make a judgment, he had already received dozens of kicks on his body.

Mark gritted his teeth, knowing that the prison was small and congested, and it was difficult to move and dodge, and there were many people on the other side, and his own strength was weak.

Even if they are outnumbered, they can only beat the leaders as best they can to force them to throw into the trap.

When the policy is set, it is like taking a reassuring pill.

No matter how others beat them, they only grabbed the leader with their lives and returned them all.

This is the experience that Mark summed up when he was a child and was beaten by many people, and the effect is definitely better than punching and kicking in the west.

Just because there is only one on your side, when facing multiple people, you can't fight back one by one.

Either protect the critical part to save your life, or grab a hard hit, there is no other way.

(Guys, this isn't teaching you how to fight.) If you encounter this situation, you can escape, and if you can't escape, call the police, protect the key parts and wait for the police uncle. ）

Hearing the commotion in the cell, several jailers poured into the cell and waved iron rods to disperse the crowd.

Seeing that the two were rolling around, they still did not separate.

In a fit of rage, the iron rod was whipped until it was separated.

With bruises all over his body, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, Mark almost collapsed, panting heavily.

The jailer grabbed his arm with an iron rod and dragged him away.

In a daze, he found that the leader was also embarrassed, with a crack in the corner of his eye, mixed with nosebleeds.

He rested his head on the corner of the wall, wiped the blood with his dirty hands, and grinned.

The laughter was mixed with arrogance and provocation until his confusion gradually dissipated.

Immediately, he was thrown into a single prison by the guards.

The room was just opposite.

Seeing that everyone was angry, they confided hateful eyes. Mark was not only resentful, but felt a trace of sadness.

This group of cowardly prisoners only knows how to bully the weak, no wonder they are enslaved by the lizardmen.

A prison is separated, and it is difficult to add punches and kicks. One of them lifted his crotch and drowned in Mark's direction. To provoke and despise him in such a crude way.

The jailer did not leave, and after chaining the prisoner's hands, he separated his arms and hung them.

The body swayed, and the toes barely reached the ground.

Before leaving, the jailer cursed incessantly and beat him with an iron rod to vent his hatred.

For the beating of the jailers, it was tolerable.

This kind of criminal law tastes extremely uncomfortable.

I can't stand upright, I can't stand steadily, my arms are pulled and I can't rest.

The nerves are in a constant state of tension, and this kind of taste is indeed an ordeal.

The pain after the torture burned like a brand.

Mark held back a moan, and thought about it.

Go home...... Close relatives......

Thoughts are like an angel, calling in the ears with a gentle voice, constantly motivating themselves to persevere.

In the confusion, Mark recalls the fight.

Messing around and fighting without discipline doesn't work at all.

You can also fool against ordinary gangsters, and once you encounter a desperate fight, you will be killed with one move.

The environment in Kansas is harsh, material scarcity, and the people are fierce, barbaric and brutal.

The will to survive forces Mark to be ruthless and not to be bullied for nothing, so it is necessary to strengthen his fighting skills.

So he turned on his father's chip again, hoping that his father's martial arts experience could help him survive.

There are many fighting skills and how to use cold weapons in the chip.

Although it is impossible to grasp the essence for a while, it is indeed very beneficial.

It's a pity that it's hard to move your hands, otherwise you can still practice.

As I was thinking, the cell door suddenly opened.

Surrounded by guards, the slender lizardman squinted his eyes and covered his nose with a yellow handkerchief as he stepped into the prison.

"It's a pity for this sturdy flesh and skin."

The slender lizardman had a deep nasal voice, his fingertips sliding over Mark's solid muscles.

As his fingertips ran down his throat, he hooked Mark's chin and lifted his drooping head with force.

The messy hair gradually slipped, making this handsome face gradually emerge.

"Tut-tut...... Look at this face! If it's not a repeat offense, send it to my mansion, and promise to make you want to die and want to be immortal. Hehehe......"

Blasphemy echoed through the cell.

"Phew!"

Bloody saliva spits straight at the slender lizardman.

If it weren't for the chains, Mark would have pinched this freak who is neither male nor female.

When the jailer on the side saw this, the iron rod immediately fell.

The slender lizardman twisted his eyebrows horizontally and gently wiped away his saliva with a handkerchief.

He put the handkerchief under his nose and sniffed it, his brow furrowed.

After waving his hand to the jailer, he said with a smile, "Yo! Death is on the verge of death, and his temper is not small. ”

The slender lizardman orchid cocked his fingers and pointed at Mark and ordered the guards, "You guys put him down and watch it well." In three months, the Kansas God of War Festival was celebrated, and the king asked him to appear by name. So...... Hehehehehe. ”

The eerie laughter is creepy.

After a wild laugh, the slender lizardman continued, "I propose that he go to the underground gladiatorial arena to practice first. If it's dead, feed the rats directly! ”

"Yes, my lord!" The jailers replied.

Before leaving, the slender lizard man seemed to be unsatisfied, poked the corner of Mark's forehead with his fingers, and said coquettishly: "Enjoy it!" Heh~he~"

The jailer bowed down and escorted him until he left.

After he left, he let go of Mark's body and no longer embarrassed him.

Perhaps in their eyes, the slave was just a corpse that could live for a few more months at most, and there was no need to worry about it.

They knew in their hearts that they might make him "burp" in the next underground fight.

It's not very demanding, as long as you don't run away.

Several prisoners on the opposite side clinged to the cell door and witnessed the passage.

When he heard of such 'treatment', he no longer despised Mark.

seems to know the so-called Kansas God of War Festival, and his expression is lonely, and he is actually sad.

Mark had no idea what was coming, and just silently read his father's chip.

In addition to recuperating his energy, he occasionally practiced various moves to stretch his muscles and bones.

After all, he is also a soldier, and it is easy to understand fighting skills.

The heavy cell door hissed and wailed, and the jailer departed.

The smell in the cell was pungent and unbearable, and it was no longer dirty.

A moment of tranquility calmed his mind, and after struggling to crawl, he committed himself to snuggling up in the corner.

Looking at the top of the black cave as deep as the universe, he sighed softly.

The sudden change put him in prison.

Before embarking on the journey, the mother's thoughts, the wife's reluctance, the son's expectations, and the crowds of people are vividly in my mind.

It's also to open up a new colony, and the previous target is not here, but that terrible alien.

Strange creatures, terrifying viruses, brutal battles, hasty retreats, and the destruction of the mothership before it opens its black hole, everything comes to mind like a nightmare.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile wryly.

A few days ago he was a respectable major, but now he is a prisoner.

Would the outcome have changed if he had tried his best to oppose Bruce's battle plan?

A deep sense of sleepiness eroded his mind, causing Mark to stop being dizzy and fall into a deep sleep......