Chapter 974

In this cage, which was only a small room, there were 11 ferocious men squatting or sitting. These men were barehanded and only wearing a pair of shorts. Their arms were muscular, and their scars were staggered. They looked like bloodthirsty demons. At this time, these people were staring at him.

Ning Lang, who was still shouting and scolding, looked at the situation not quite right, but shrunk to a corner and looked at them with vigilance.

The big man leaning against the middle raised his chin and motioned. The ten day strong men on the left and right sides stood up, twisted their fists and necks, and approached step by step.

"You, what do you want to do?" Ning Lang backward, but found no place to retreat.

"What? When you're here, of course, you'll have to teach you the rules. " One of them snorted coldly.

Two figures stepped forward, one left and one right clasped Ning Lang's shoulder. He twisted his hand back and pushed his people forward.

"Don't mess around. I have money. I can give you money." He said in a hurry.

"Money? Ha ha ha, that's a joke. What's the use of money? " The man burst into laughter and shot down Ning Lang's abdomen with a heavy blow. His whole body approached his ear: "little fat man, let your grandfather teach you, in this place, money is useless to us, you know? As long as the force is strong, even in this cage is the boss. "

"Bang!"

While speaking, another fist was knocked down. He beat Ning Lang as sandbags, one by one, one by one. His strength was accompanied by dark force. The sound of bang bang bang accompanied by Ning Lang's painful cry and stuffy hum sounded in the iron cage and spread around.

However, such things are too common in this, and no one cares at all. They just watch good plays. After all, they are not beaten.

"Ah Stop fighting... "

His face was red, and his mouth was bloodstained. He was pulled into the cage, and there were several black spots on his face. The pain of his body made him curl up. The people in this were either the great spirit Master, the great martial arts master, or the foundation building friar. Now he has no spiritual power. Even if he has, he can't beat so many people alone!

No matter where he was in the past, no one dared to beat him like this. Today, he was caught and sold here by these people, and he was beaten. His heart was filled with anger and frustration.

For the first time, he realized that his own strength could not protect himself when he left home and there was no one around to protect him. As these people said, it was useless for them to ask for money in such a place. For the first time in his life, his heart was relaxed.

He shrank on the ground, protecting his head as much as he could, clenching his teeth.

In the dark, Feng Jiu quietly looked at this scene, watching him holding his head like a small animal on the ground, looking at the anger and bending in his eyes, saw the confusion in his eyes.

She didn't show up and didn't stop him, because the beating of those people was only skin trauma, which would not be fatal. What she wanted was to teach him a lesson and alert him, so that he could understand why he was in such a situation.

Instead of asking for help from others in the face of danger and death, turning to others and pinning his life on others, it would be better for him to think clearly now that he can only save himself.

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