Chapter 144
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After a moment, the fat middle-aged man who was next to him reacted and shouted: "Waste! Go and cripple him! Let's see how he will fight back!"
"Boss." The man who was covering his abdomen hesitated: "This kid's strength is too big. He doesn't look like an ordinary civilian. How about we starve him for a few days, and then cripple him?"
Fat middle-aged man was so angry that he rolled his eyes: "Waste! Waste!" Although he was cursing, he didn't force the others to besiege Dean. The latter's resistance really surprised him. Generally, people who had been pierced by steel nails, no matter how rebellious they were before, would become like a dead dog. They wouldn't be able to resist. But this kid was very strange. He was obviously lying on the ground and didn't have the strength to stand up. But the result was that his resistance was crazier and fiercer than the others.
Moreover, he had tasted Dean's strength. He couldn't help but think that if it wasn't for the steel nails, he wouldn't be the kid's opponent in a head-on fight.
"Don't let him rest. This kid is most likely a hunter or a knight." Although Fat middle-aged man's face was fierce, but his mind was very sharp: "Give me 24/7 turns to attack him. Don't let him close his eyes. I don't believe that I can't beat him. A newcomer wants to make waves? Bah!"
"Fat pig, stop!" A voice came from the cell next to him. A burly youth said in a low voice: "This kid has good potential. I want him."
Fat middle-aged man's face sank: "Scar, it's not that I don't want to give you face, but I have already offended this kid. If I let him live a good life in the future, then I won't have a good life. I must cripple him!"
"I promise you that he won't provoke you in the future." The burly youth frowned.
Fat middle-aged man sneered: "When his injury is healed, then he will come to me for revenge. You may not be able to stop him. There is no room for discussion. You don't have to say it again. I don't want to fall out with you."
The burly youth's face was gloomy. He deeply looked at him but didn't say anything.
"What are you waiting for? I said, don't give him time to breathe!" Fat middle-aged man turned back and shouted.
These people were hesitant, but they still stepped forward to intimidate Dean, making him tense up.
Dean gasped and looked at the figures that were constantly shaking in front of him. The previous torture on the rack and the massive loss of blood made his eyes blurred. He raised his hand to make an attack posture while restoring his physical strength.
Among them, a skinny youth was more clever. He saw that Dean was just an empty frame. After a few deliberate feints, he suddenly kicked out.
Dean was caught off guard. He was kicked in the arm and fell to the ground.
When the others saw this, they grew bolder and continued to feign attacks. Occasionally, they would launch a sneak attack.
Dean's body was soon covered with scars.
The skinny youth feinted back and forth a few times, but once again attacked and kicked Dudian's neck.
Dean, who had long given up resistance, raised his arm in vain and tightly hugged his foot. His face was ferocious as he raised his other arm and smashed it on his knee.
Kacha! The sound of bones breaking echoed. At the same time, the skinny youth's mouth issued a pig-like scream, howling in pain.
When the others saw this, they hurriedly stepped forward and kicked Dean, forcing him to let go of his hand.
Dean didn't resist. He loosened his hand and leaned against the cage behind him. He felt the pain on both sides of his shoulder blades making his nerves twitch. But compared with before, he was barely able to bear it. It was like the human instinct was gradually adapting.
"Ah, ah, ah …" The skinny young man retreated with the help of the others. He sat on the straw mat on the ground and cried out in pain. The leg he had kicked out was protruding in the opposite direction. The blood vessels and nerves inside were obviously damaged.
Fat middle-aged man's face changed. He looked at Dean coldly and said: "Good boy, you are tenacious."
Dean stared at him and didn't speak.
The others immediately helped the skinny youth to deal with his leg injury and adjust his bones. For a while, no one paid attention to Dean.
The people in other cells knew that the entertainment was over. They were a bit bored.
"Boring."
"Fat pig is too garbage. He can't even deal with a little kid."
"Fat pig, if you don't kill the little kid then you will be the one to die."
"He came to our Thorn Flower Prison at such a young age. He is definitely an evil embryo."
Fat middle-aged man didn't think that the new kid would be so difficult to deal with. But he didn't rush to act and continued to wait.
A few hours later, two jailers opened the door and put down a wooden plank from the stairs. They carried a cart and rolled down the plank to the corridor. One of the jailers shouted, "Trash, it's time to eat."
The laughter and chatter in the cells suddenly quieted down.
Another jailer picked up the food on the table and threw it into each cell. All of them were pieces of dark bread.
"Sir, we seem to be missing one." Someone in one of the cells said.
Two jailers picked up the dark bread and casually threw it away. One of them bent down and said: "Missing one? Give me the one in your hand."
The jailer seemed to realize something and shook his head: "It's a lot."
"I told you to give it to me. Did you hear me? Stupid pig!" The jailer roared.
The jailer's face turned ugly but he still handed the bread to the jailer.
The jailer picked up the bread and spat two mouthfuls of saliva on it. He threw it on the ground outside the cell. He lifted his toes and stepped on it. He twisted back and forth and flattened the bread. He sneered: "Garbage, if you want to eat then pick it up." Then he went back to the cart and continued to distribute the dark bread to the other cells in the corridor.
After a moment, the cart arrived in front of Dean's cell.
One of the jailers was one of the five jailers. He saw Dean leaning against the cage. He couldn't help but laugh: "Little kid, are you used to living here? Did this fat pig make you happy?" His tone was relaxed as if he was greeting an old acquaintance.
Dean lowered his head and didn't make a sound.
The other jailer looked at Dean and laughed: "I heard that there is a new kid who came today. He crippled a jailer so he can't go to work. Is it that little guy?"
The former jailer laughed: "Yes, it's Lawrence's fault. He is too stupid. He doesn't know how to nail him first and then torture him. Haha, he will have to lie in bed for half a year. His wife will be lonely."
The other young jailer laughed upon hearing this.
The former jailer suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Do you want to see a performance?"
"Performance?" The people in the other cages who were eating the dark bread looked up. One of them took the lead and shouted: "Yes!"
"Yes!"
The people in the other cages didn't fall behind and quickly responded.
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