The brawny man had no tenderness for the fairer sex. With a ferocious expression, he grabbed the woman's hair with one hand and punched her face with the other. His moves were simple and violent. Every time he pulled back his fist, thick blood would stick to his fist like silk. Then, he would send his fist back to the woman's face.
The woman screamed in pain, holding the arm of the strong man and struggling, but it seemed like she was shaking an iron wall. Her struggle soon weakened, and the screams gradually stopped. The arm that was holding the strong man drooped down powerlessly, leaving only a slight moan of pain.
"Blow her head off!!"
"Harder, harder!"
The audience cheered crazily.
The strong man raised his head and looked around, then his eyes fell on the woman in his hand. He raised his fist and punched her forehead. He punched her again and again until the back of his hand was numb. At this time, the woman even stopped moaning and stopped breathing.
The strong man loosened the hand that was holding her hair, and the woman fell down and fell heavily on the stage. Her head was tilted, and a face that had been smashed was powerlessly looking at the barbed wire and the excited roaring faces outside the barbed wire. Her only remaining eye was drooping, lifeless and empty.
No one noticed that in her dark, mirror-like pupils, a figure flashed past.
Behind the spectator seats of this small underground arena was a narrow passageway. Behind the passageway was a circular wall that surrounded the arena on all four sides. Spacious passageways were set apart from each other. At this moment, people were leaving the spectator seats one after another, turning around and entering the dark passageway at the back. The rest of the people were still sitting in the spectator seats, excitedly preparing to watch the next match.
The dark aisle was inlaid with sparse fluorescent stones, which looked much more luxurious than cheap oil lamps. The long aisle was extremely deep, and there were several forks. The people who came here were obviously very familiar with these forks, and they all walked to the place they wanted to go.
Prana walked to the leftmost fork of the long aisle. On the wall of this long aisle, there was a door at regular intervals. Obviously, there were rooms inside. Prana walked to the dark golden patterned door with the number "108" engraved on it. As soon as he approached it, he heard a burst of childish crying. He sighed in his heart, knowing that this man was addicted to playing again.
He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, then stood respectfully at the door, waiting for a response.
A moment later, an irritated voice came from the room, "Who's so blind? Do you want to die? Ah?! "
Prana hurriedly said respectfully, "Sir, it's me, Sir Rukland asked me to pass a message to you." Although Rukeland was a surname, with the addition of "Lord", there was no doubt that it was Rukeland West.
"Come in!" The irascible voice inside said in a low voice, filled with suppressed anger.
The door was opened from the inside. A fair-skinned young knight smiled at Prana and said softly, "Please, sir."
"Thank you." Prana didn't dare to be negligent. He knew that this person was the Lord's trusted aide and the man he doted on the most.
When he entered the room, the faint childish voice that he had heard earlier became even clearer. He saw that this was an extremely spacious room with a large bed and a few wardrobes. In addition, there were some shelves with strange utensils hanging on them, as well as a weapon rack. The things on the rack were not swords or sabers, but whips and ropes with dense iron spikes.
At first glance, it looked like a torture room for prisoners.
Prana looked to the side of the bed and saw a slender middle-aged man leaning on the big bed with two small figures in his arms. One was a little girl about seven or eight years old, and the other was a little boy about four or five years old. The two children's skin was relatively clean. Obviously, they did not come from poor families. There were no dark spots on their hands and faces. They looked extremely cute.
However, at this moment, there were obvious tears on the two children's faces, and their black eyes were filled with fear. Every time the middle-aged man's hand touched their hair, the fear in their eyes would increase a bit.
In addition to these two children, there were three other children on the bed, but they were all sitting on the edge of the bed, their bodies curled up, trembling, and making soft sobbing sounds.
Prana glanced at them. Although he felt uncomfortable, he didn't frown. He looked extremely calm on the surface. If it was him ten years ago, he wouldn't be able to be so calm.
"Sir, Sir Rukland asked me to tell you that there's news from His Excellency the Pope," Prana said respectfully.
The middle-aged man on the bed raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly. "Is he dead or alive?"
Hearing his rude words, Prana wasn't surprised at all. He still said respectfully, "His Excellency the Pope seems to be fine, but after holding the blessing ceremony in Martha Square, he disappeared again."
"Huh? What's going on? "The middle-aged man said unhappily." What's this old guy doing running around? "
Prana said respectfully, "Sir Rukland asked me to bring a message to you, sir, to talk in detail."
"So annoying!" The middle-aged man was a bit impatient, but even so, he still slowly sat up from the bed and used his hands to pinch the soft cheeks of the two children. The irritation in his eyes suddenly turned into greed and desire. He licked his lips, picked up the little girl, and kissed her hard.
The little girl was so scared that she tried to resist, pushing his chest with her little hands, but how could she move him at all?
Suddenly, the little girl screamed and cried loudly.
At this time, the middle-aged man opened his mouth, but there was half a piece of soft flesh in his mouth, and he chewed it gently. It was the little girl's lips.
"Delicious." The middle-aged man closed his eyes and chewed with great enjoyment. After chewing and swallowing, he slowly opened his eyes and touched the head of the little girl who was crying in pain. There was a doting fatherly look in his eyes. He said softly, "Be good, be obedient, understand?"
The little girl couldn't stop crying. She screamed in pain, tears streaming down her face.
The middle-aged man smiled and got off the bed. He stepped on the clean wooden floor with his bare feet, and said to the fair-skinned young knight by the door, "Bring my clothes."
The young knight nodded respectfully, took out a luxurious suit from the wardrobe, and put it on for him.
The middle-aged man stretched out his hands like a hanger, enjoying his service. When the young knight put on his tie, he asked, "You're not jealous, are you?"
"How could I be?" The young knight's face was slightly red.
The middle-aged man laughed and adjusted his tie himself. He looked at his attire in the mirror outside the wardrobe, and was quite satisfied. Then, he took out a precision mechanical watch made by a master craftsman, and put on a hat. He looked elegant, and it was obvious that he was a person of great etiquette and education.
"Let's go." The middle-aged man said.
The young knight glanced at the five children on the bed, and said, "What about them?"
"As usual, kill them and feed them to the little loach." The middle-aged man said casually, and then he buttoned his sleeves while turning around, ready to go out.
"You haven't even put on your clothes, why are you in such a hurry to go out?" A calm voice sounded.
When the middle-aged man heard this voice, he didn't think much about it. He looked down and immediately saw that the buttons on his clothes were not fastened properly. He frowned and was a little angry. Suddenly, the young knight behind him cried out in surprise: "You, who are you?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly reacted, and all the hair on his body stood up. He looked up and suddenly saw that there was a figure in a black robe standing by the door. The loose hood covered most of his face, revealing a fair and handsome chin.
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