Looking at the back of Fan's departure, someone whispered angrily: "Mousse, why is this guy like this, we are kind enough to save him!" ”

Mousse paused for a moment, and only after Van completely disappeared from his field of vision did he gently explain, "Have you noticed?" His nose didn't hurt at all, and even the anesthetics didn't work for him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After Mousse said this, he left the man to follow the path that Van had left.

The person who spoke before unconsciously touched his nose, his nasal bone had been completely broken, so he remembered the pain clearly.

"Have you ever seen someone who can dodge the hammer blows of the metal hammer?" The man instinctively asked.

"This ...... I've heard that Muzel seems to have been hit as well...... So......" Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and suddenly looked towards the place where Fan had left almost at the same time.

In the dim and filthy basement, Van finally found a cleaner place to stay, leaning against the wall and gently rubbing the corners of his swollen forehead.

Where there are people, there is always fighting, no matter where it is. Although Mousse's approach is very problematic, it cannot be denied that his intentions are kind, but as a party, Van Ke does not like this practice.

Van could leave the basement at any time, but some of Mousse's words reminded him that he had decided to wait and see what happened before he could figure out the rules here.

Thinking about it, there was a man walking beside him.

"I have no ill intentions, I hope you understand, and I apologize to you for what I did." Looking at Fan's cold eyes, Mousse hurriedly waved his hand.

Feeling the change in Fan's facial expression, Mousse hurriedly continued: "My name is Mousse, and I am the nominal 'leader' of the people here, I know that you are not familiar with the rules here, I can help you. ”

"Reason."

"What?"

Van suddenly grabbed Mousse's neck. Shoved him against the wall, his expression cold and serious, "Tell me the truth, what is your motive." "Van never believed that a person could help someone for no reason, and some of Mousse's practices had a different meaning.

Feeling the strong sense of oppression in the throat, as well as the almost substantial murderous aura of Fanna, Mousse swallowed nervously and hard, and then he realized that the person in front of him had definitely killed people, and killed a lot, otherwise there would not be such a strong murderous aura!

Seeing that he was being seen through, Mousse immediately broke off his other thoughts, he first looked around to see that there were no outsiders, and then he gritted his teeth cautiously but with an unusually firm attitude and said, "I want to be free!" ”

"Freedom?" Van frowned tightly.

"Free!" Mousse became more serious, "Most of the people here are slaves, they have been oppressed for too long, even if their physique is different from ordinary people, but they are still worn out by long-term oppression!" Unlike them, I have never given up on the pursuit of freedom! ”

"What does this have to do with me?"

"From the first time I saw you in the crack in the entrance, I knew that you were the same kind of person as me, and that you would never allow yourself to submit to the control of others! And you also prove that you have the strength to do so. "Mousse is talking faster and faster.

"We have less than a month to compete within the Shuma family, and Lord Orich will pick a team from among us to represent him, and only after defeating the other opponents of the family can the Shuma family determine the strongest team to participate in the final gladiatorial battle for the only chance to be free."

"In a month's time, you won't have a chance to form a team of your own, and besides, if you hurt the third layer of Muzel's brother, the other teams will never dare to take you in, so if you want to compete, we are your only choice!"

"You guys?" Fan suddenly smiled sarcastically, and the mockery in his tone was undisguised, "A group of mice living underground also want to fight with the male lions of the grassland?" ”

Mousse's face turned red with humiliation, "We are war slaves!" We are the best soldiers! Every single one of us has been on the battlefield! ”

"The rats that have been on the battlefield are still rats, at most they are stronger rats."

"A swarm of rats can tear a wild elephant apart, but a swarm of male lions will only kill each other!" Mousse's flushed face was not known for shame or anger.

"We've been through more battles than you can imagine, and no one will obey orders better than a group of war slaves! We just lack a leader, you can reject us, but you can't humiliate us! ”

Looking at the furious Mousse, honor is obviously more important to him than life, which is also the insistence of every imperial person, even a slave. However, Mousse's metaphor of the mouse and the lion moved Van a little, so he slowly let go of his iron pincer-like hand.

"Why don't you find someone else?"

"Because they have always looked down on slaves, and even shamed to be with us, but unlike you, I do not see in your eyes the contempt of the high morning. And you're the only one who dodged the attack of the Metal Hammer, and you have the strength. ”

"How can I trust a pack of rats to dare to step out of the ground and face the lions?"

"When a strong leader is born." As soon as Mousse finished speaking, he strode away, obviously unable to let go of Fan's humiliation.

For a period of time after that, Van was silently connecting the things he encountered here, until a rapid bell rang.

The atmosphere in the basement quickly became tense and tense, and everyone was gathering towards the open space in the center.

"Today is Wednesday, and it's the day when supplies are distributed, and food will be delivered with the modifier later, so it's up to us whether we can grab the good stuff or not." Mousse looked around with a serious expression, and then said, "Is there anyone willing to take the initiative to go out with me!" ”

Everyone looked at each other, a little hesitant for a moment, Mousse was obviously used to this phenomenon, and he was not annoyed just to select a few people who looked stronger in turn, "You come with me, this time it's your turn." With that, he walked straight to the stairs at the exit, climbed up quickly, carefully opened the manhole cover, and carefully observed the situation outside.

At this time, the first floor was already crowded with people, most of whom gathered in groups, apparently belonging to many groups. A team of heavily loaded transhumans were busy drawing a straight line, and not far behind the line were several boxes of heavy supplies.

After opening all the supply crates, the team left the first floor directly, without any intention of delegating subordinates at all, and the smile on the corner of their lips when they left clearly carried a few wisps of blood and cruelty.

"Bang!" The heavy metal door was shut, and the atmosphere on the first floor became tense and oppressive, the expansion of muscles and the writhing of joints could be heard everywhere, and the various groups were on guard against each other, and no one dared to cross the line first.

Seeing this situation, Mousse cautiously crawled out and hid, because it was located in a corner, and it was far away from supplies, right in the blind spot of most people.

"We have to take 30% of the supplies this time, and we have to give priority to selection." The man who spoke had a thick beard, and his tone was majestic like a lion on the prairie, but a pair of triangular eyes brought him a bit of cruelty.

His words immediately caused a great reaction, and most people's emotions immediately changed from nervous to hostile, "Muzel, last time you promised us to take less this time, why do you have to give priority to this time, isn't it that all the good things belong to you?" "Someone choked.

"Yes so what, do you have an opinion?" Muzel's face did not change, his muscles growing and his huge fists that were already clenched, undoubtedly reminding some people.

The person being questioned blushed but had to swallow his anger, questioning Muzel's decision was extremely dangerous in itself, and if he went further, he would not have faced Muzel's intimidation.

However, his leadership still played a certain role, and now more and more people began to vent their dissatisfaction, "A month later, it is the time for the Xiuma family to officially determine the candidates for the competition, and you take the best thirty percent of the materials at this time, and make it clear that you will not give us a way to live!" ”

"That's right! This time we can't give you anything! ”

The crowd was indignant for a while, but it was in the gap between their indignation.

"Boom!"

With a deafening sound, a rapidly advancing figure smashed the speaker to the ground with both fists! The cracks in the earth can prove how ferocious this punch really is!

With this deafening roar, the hall fell silent for a moment. Muzel stepped on his blood-spewing opponent and looked at them like a proud lion king in his sworn territory.

"Now, is there anyone else who has an opinion?"

The person who was defeated was the leader of a group on the second floor, and his strength itself was not bad, and he was also quite prestigious among the people, but he didn't think that even Muzel's random punch could not be stopped. Muzel's punch completely shattered the slowly rising resistance of the people**, and it was only then that they realized how terrible their provoking people were.

Seemingly satisfied with the oppression he had brought to everyone, Muzel snorted disdainfully, but just as he was about to give the order to act, an extremely discordant voice completely broke the atmosphere he had created.

"Who took my package." The cold voice was full of coldness, and there was a trace of hidden killing intent. "Take it out yourself, and I'll consider giving him a chance."

Mousse, who was closest to the source of the sound, suddenly froze, not only because everyone's eyes were focused on him at this time, but also because he could tell who the voice was.

"It's over." This is Mousse's only thought at the moment. (To be continued.) )