With a "boom", all the cells immediately erupted in shouts that could not tell whether they were cheerful or excited. In the iron cage closest to cell 903, slaves and criminals lay down in front of the door, their eyes wide open, their faces intertwined with cruelty and irritation, and their hands kept slapping back and forth on the iron cage, making a dull "bang" sound.

"Rip off his clothes, I'm going to have a good look at his ass."

"Logan, stab this guy to death with your oversized ****. His tender skin felt uncomfortable when he saw it. Feed! Feed! Feed! The opening bet is placed, and I bet that kid will be fucked down in less than half an hour. Look at his thin legs that are shaking all the time. Haha This is the fate of the little tender chicken that enters the tiger's den! ”

"Why are only the bastards in cell 903 able to try it? Chop off that kid's thigh, his meat is tender and should taste good. Lao Tzu hasn't eaten enough for dinner for several days in a row, and I'm going to eat enough today! ”

The five people in the room all stood up, walked up to Su Hao, formed a semi-circular circle, and looked at him with a playful, evil, cold, and tyrannical gaze, and their lips and nostrils kept making their scalps tingle.

Su Hao subconsciously supported the edge of the bed with his hands, but there was a very strange roughness in his fingertips.

The steel bed frame had been twisted and deformed, and it seemed to have been bent in the middle by some tremendous force, and then forcibly returned to its original position. With the faint glimmer of light outside the door, you can see that the surface of the nearby iron grille is covered with mottled dents, and there are many marks similar to those left by sharp cutting and smashing. What is particularly shocking is the old blood stains that have been smeared on the surface of the metal railing, and I don't know when the tunnel was left, and it has long since become part of the iron grille.

A particularly strong guy stood in front of Su Hao, he grinned, his hands kept clenching into fists in the air, and slowly opened under the drive of strong force. The movement caused the muscles in his arms to stretch and squirm back and forth, and his eyes burned with the flames of evil and ferocious desire.

"Take off your clothes and pants and move quickly. I'm going to fuck your dog's ass and intestines through today. ”

The strong man grinned, revealing a mouthful of very corroded yellow teeth. His words caused laughter and applause in the crowd of onlookers. Men and women were separated from each other in the slave camps. Men like beautiful women, but in this kind of prison cell, where even the female mouse does not want to appear, he can only turn to the second best thing and use the man's body to vent his desires. Pretty men are very popular in this kind of place, and Su Hao is also clearly beyond the category of beautiful men. To put it mildly, this guy is simply a shemale and pseudo-man who failed to operate. Naturally, his ass must have been ravaged repeatedly by energetic slaves until it turned into a puddle of pus.

Su Hao calmly looked at the fierce slaves standing in front of him. His gaze was still calm, and an inexplicable cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes from time to time.

The moment the eye made contact, the strong man at the head clearly felt Su Hao's contempt for him. Nothing could be more infuriating than this. You know, this is a slave camp, and I'm the boss in this cell. Here, no matter what Lao Tzu says, you have to obey. Even if you pull-soaked for you to eat, you can still only lower your head, open your mouth, and swallow all the juice and dregs to Lao Tzu.

The flame of anger in the strong man's heart grew higher and higher. He roared and spread his arms and threw himself at Su Hao.

Without the slightest imaginary grasp of the smooth touch of the white and tender skin, the strong man only felt a huge force suddenly clasp his throat, and his huge body fell backwards and rolled backwards. It feels weird and terrifying. The space in the cell was narrow enough for him to flip in the air and then fall to the ground. The center of gravity of the force control also quickly shifted from the throat to the back of the strong man's head, crushed it with an irresistible force, and in an extremely terrifying way, it was slammed into the iron grille behind the opposite bed.

Yes, he was completely stuffed inside.

The density of metals on the planet Rabangka is much higher than that of Earth. The iron grates that make up the walls of the cells are thick and strong. In this worldly realm where a person's physical strength is directly proportional to the actual matter, even elite warriors whose strength exceeds the standard of a fifth-order enhancer cannot bend the iron fence with their own strength. Although the strong man is brave, it is only for ordinary people. The amount of force from Su Hao is irresistible to anyone. All the onlookers in the cell who were going to watch the show saw it unmistakable: the strong man's head was pressed against the surface of the grid-like iron grate, and his eyes, teeth, lips, and nose were squeezed in a terrifying way between the horizontal and vertical iron bars. The iron grille was not bent and deformed, but the strong man's head made a terrible crisp bone cracking sound. Among them, there is a chaotic sound of muscles and soft organs being torn apart. Like a piece of tofu in the shape of a human head, it was pressed down a barbed wire fence, and in the form of scattered slag and flesh, it completed the crossing of the iron grid.

Su Hao has extremely rich experience in killing. He had already understood how to control the force, so that the head in his hand would not burst open under pressure, and it could be squeezed into shattered bone scraps. It takes skill. It's like a magician in a circus who cuts a person in half with a knife and then closes it again and splices it again. And ordinary spectators can only kill people when they go up, and blood and intestines are messy and flowing all over the ground.

Beside him, a dark-skinned guy saw Su Hao grab the strong man and press him down, so he reacted, and immediately roared and rushed over, waving his fist and smashing at the back of Su Hao's neck, but Su Hao dodged sideways, clinging to the human body that pounced, grabbing the other party's shoulders and slamming into the iron door of the cell in the side direction.

This force is so powerful that it is chilling. The slaves and criminals in the other cells only felt that a red blood flower appeared in front of them, and the slave who was caught by Su Hao in his hand seemed to be made of glass, and it shattered under the violent impact. He was even more shattered than the strong man he had just been killed. From the head to the chest, it was completely divided into countless pieces of flesh by the iron grid grid. Scattered ribs ran through the grid, muscles and ligaments were tucked in the middle, and most of his body remained inside the cell, his bloodied legs slumped to the ground, twitching incessantly.

This happened so fast. No one could have imagined that things would turn out like this. Shattered pieces of flesh and eyeballs flew like bullets, striking the slaves in the neighboring cells. Extraordinary force and speed are enough to turn the softest matter into a murder weapon. The slaves who were caught off guard didn't hurt all over their bodies, and one of the most unlucky guys was directly smashed by a tooth ****. There was also a criminal in the opposite cell whose eye was blown off by flesh and blood, and even the bridge of his nose was broken from it. For a moment, both sides of the corridor were filled with wailing and screaming, and swearing in the dirtiest words.

The roaring and wheezing continued, and the incessant screaming became the dominant sound on both sides of the hallway. Su Hao slowly turned around and swept over the other three slaves in the cell with a cold gaze. He raised his right hand and slowly licked his blood-soaked fingers with the tip of his tongue, as if he had fixed his eyes on his prey, ready to pounce on the wolf.

The slaves on the left and in the center had their faces full of horror. They retreated in a panic until they reached the edge of the iron grille and the bed, their entire backs and hands were pressed against each other, their naked chests heaving violently, their eyes full of fear and despair, and there was no longer the playful and hideous they had been a few seconds ago.

The slave on the right obviously didn't think Su Hao was his opponent. He screamed, pulling a sharpened stick from under the bed. Without waiting for the force, the left knee had been kicked and broken by Su Hao, and the body involuntarily leaned forward, and Su Hao continued to step on the opponent's shin. The slave, who had lost his support, fell hard, and then felt the sharp pain coming from the shattered leg, looked down, and immediately let out a heart-rending scream.

"Oh my God! He killed Kerryth, and so did Famorak. Oak's leg looks like it's broken...... The Lord God Almighty, he, how did he do it? How, exactly? ”

"My eyes! My eyes! Help, I can't see anything, he blinded me, help! Help me! ”

"Unbelievable, who the hell is this guy? Kerrys: They obviously chose the wrong opponent. ”

Chatters and exclamations echoed in every cell. The terrible screams had already alarmed the guards outside. The iron door in the depths of the hallway was opened, and a dozen heavily armed guards hurried in. The first one, who was careless and covered with blood and minced flesh, stepped on the eye of the death row prisoner called Famorak, and stumbled on the slippery ground, instantly lost his balance, screamed, and fell backwards.

"Shut up!"

"Everybody's quiet!"

"Quick, call all the guards outside. I've never seen such a bloody death. It turned out to be Carryse? He's a slave that the baron fancies, so what should he do now? ”

The panic was quickly brought under control. More and more guards burst into the corridors, smashing the iron doors of the cells back and forth with weapons such as iron rods, and cursing at the slaves with all sorts of threatening words. Only the 903 cell was blank, and the nearest guard was also standing three or five meters away, looking at the two headless corpses hanging on the iron grid with a frightened and frightened gaze, and the focus of his eyes always unconsciously turned to Su Hao who was standing in the cell, and quickly dodged away as if he saw a ghost.

Brawls of all kinds, which were common in the camps. Fighting for food and water, for a bed near the door, for possession of a slave's ass, will always lead to chaotic fights. Slaves were well aware that they were goods that could be sold on the market at any time, and they knew what the bottom line was that the slave owners could afford. Those who were ravaged to death as playthings were all thin and cowardly creatures. In order to pass the time for fun, there are always endless tricks waiting for those tortured in the cell. This time, however, they clearly chose the wrong target.

The deaths of Kereth and Famorak are simply unheard of. Their heads are like crushed meatloaf stuffed under a millstone. And Oak, who was lying on the ground and dying, the guy had obviously broken his legs and feet. The skin and muscles of the wound were pressed to almost the same level as the ground, and the blood and the surface of the skin were left with a clear shoe print. His leg was directly crushed by someone, just like the snow in winter is directly trampled by pedestrians. This, this, how much force is required for this? Is that handsome and beautiful young boy really human?

The chaos and fear continued into the night. Su Hao remained silent, he always sneered faintly, and swirled back and forth on the guards with a provocative gaze. Under this threat of intense hostility, no one dared to approach cell 903 from the beginning to the end, let alone open the iron door and drag the body out and transport it away.

It was late at night, but not a single slave wanted to sleep. The scene that had happened before was so exciting, even though there were more guards in the hallways than ever, and the screams and roars were completely suppressed, people huddled in dark corners and whispered.

"This guy can really fight. I've never met anyone like him. ”

"How the hell did he get in? I don't think the warriors in the legends are just like that. However, this guy is sure to have good luck too. The baron would not punish him, and such a fierce fellow could fetch a very high price. ”

"I'm lucky I wasn't in the same cell as that dead ghost of Kerrys. Otherwise, there must be me as the one lying on the ground. If that young boy is going to be kept here, we're going to have to get on good terms with him. Otherwise, it will die ugly. ”

The other two slaves in cell 903 have shrunk into the corner. They were hunched over and half-kneeling. This kind of humble and pitiful practice is actually normal in the eyes of the prisoner next to him. Everyone wants to live and want to live better than everyone else. Since Su Hao has shown an extremely strong side, the best way to do it is to honestly obey his orders.

In this way, when the knight Barthes hurried from the baron's mansion, the atmosphere in the slave camp was already extremely tense. The obese prison warden spun back and forth like ants on a hot pot. This is entirely because Su Hao's identity is too special. The warden was free to play with a slave of the first class, but he had to keep them intact and healthy. If one of them dies or is injured unexpectedly, causing the price of the market to plummet, he must be responsible for the loss, and the sale of his son, his wife, and his parents must fill Baron Sorant's wallet with gold coins.

The bloody and terrifying scene in front of him made Barthes suffocated, and then he had an indescribable sense of luck.

Thankfully, I didn't provoke this beautiful yellow-skinned devil like those two dead idiots. Press people out of the iron grid like tofu...... This kind of death makes people shudder just thinking about it.

Knight Bart ignored the two dead bodies that were still hanging on the iron bar, endured the discomfort of the strong blood irritating his nostrils, took out a fragrant handkerchief to cover his nostrils, and then held his breath, and said to Su Hao in a tone that was both timid and majestic at the same time: "I want to talk to you." ”

Su Hao looked at him for a moment, then nodded.

Barthes was excited by the other party's approval, but it quickly turned into an uncontrollable anger. After all, Su Hao is just a slave, and he is indeed a noble knight. Things are completely reversed, and I have become a character who pleads with the other party. This was unimaginable and unacceptable before.

Sniffing the scented handkerchief again, Barth felt that the terrible gore could not be concealed, and still jerked into his nostrils. He kept swallowing his throat and said quickly and earnestly, "Someone has to clean up here." We'd better change places. What do you think? ”

Su Hao smiled slowly. He saw anticipation and longing in the man's eyes.

……

Barthes ruthlessly requisitioned the private living room of the warden of the slave camp. It was spacious, very quiet and had a large soft and comfortable bed.

"I am now speaking with you on behalf of His Excellency Baron Sorant."

Barthes struggled to find the right words so as not to anger Su Hao. He was deeply impressed by the bloody scene in the cell. Knight Barth reaffirmed that his idea of making Su Hao a gladiator was wise and correct. Lord Baron will get rich because of this slave named Su Hao, and he can also get more benefits from it, higher status and power.

Su Hao concentrated on dealing with a barbecue in front of him. The special service of waking up the chef in the middle of the night is limited to the nobles and the prison warden. That guy probably never dreamed that the delicious barbecue he had made with his sleepy eyes and swearing was now being munched on by a lowly slave.

Su Hao eats a lot of food, and in order to fill his stomach, he asked for four servings of barbecue. He ate heartily, hearty in contrast to Barthes's cautious caution across the table. It was almost the knight Bart who was talking alone, and Su Hao was just in charge of listening, but did not express any opinion.

It wasn't until he swept away all the food on the table and the muscles on Bart's face continued to tremble and twitch with anger that Su Hao picked up the water cup and ended the entire eating process.

If it were an ordinary slave, Barth would not have been so cautious at all. The corpse in the cell gave him a new understanding of Su Hao. At such a close distance, with no guards beside him, Su Hao could easily torture and kill himself. But for the sake of the future and the gold, any dangerous contact is worth it.

"You want me to be a gladiator?"

"What benefits do I get?"

"What about my identity? Still a slave? ”

These questions were straightforward, and Barthes had prepared them well in advance. He did not think that a single indigenous slave possessed wisdom beyond his own. As the baron said, all you need to do is feed them, give them women and wine, and the slave will willingly die for you. A glass of water that ends the whole eating process.

If it were an ordinary slave, Barth would not have been so cautious at all. The corpse in the cell gave him a new understanding of Su Hao. At such a close distance, with no guards beside him, Su Hao could easily torture and kill himself. But for the sake of the future and the gold, any dangerous contact is worth it.

"You want me to be a gladiator?"

"What benefits do I get?"

"What about my identity? Still a slave? ”

These questions were straightforward, and Barthes had prepared them well in advance. He did not think that a single indigenous slave possessed wisdom beyond his own. As the baron said, all you need to do is feed them, give them women and wine, and the slave will willingly die for you.