In this iron cage that is only the size of a small room, there are eleven ferocious-looking men squatting or sitting. These men have bare arms and only wear shorts. They have well-developed muscles in their arms, waists and abdomens, and their bodies are covered with scars. Each of them looks like a bloodthirsty devil. At this moment, these men are staring at him with unfriendly eyes.
Ning Lang, who was still shouting and cursing, saw that something was not right and couldn't help but shrink into a corner, looking at them vigilantly.
The big man sitting in the middle raised his chin and signaled. The strong men on both sides stood up, clenched their fists, twisted their necks, and approached step by step.
"What do you want to do?" Ning Lang stepped back, but found that there was nowhere to retreat.
"What are you doing? Now that you're in here, of course I have to teach you the rules." One of them snorted coldly.
Two figures stepped forward, grabbed Ning Lang's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, twisted his hands behind, and pushed him forward.
"Don't mess around. I have money and I can give you money." He said quickly.
"Money? Hahaha, what a joke, what's the use of money for us?" The man laughed loudly, and suddenly twisted his fist and hit Ning Lang's abdomen heavily. He leaned close to his ear and said, "Little Fatty, let your grandfather teach you. In this place, money is useless to us, understand? As long as you are strong in force, you are the boss even in this cage."
"Bang!"
As he spoke, another punch landed. He beat Ning Lang like a sandbag, one punch after another, with a force mixed with hidden energy. The sound of "bang bang bang" accompanied by Ning Lang's screams and groans of pain rang out in the iron cage and spread to the surroundings.
However, such things are too common here and no one cares at all. They just want to watch the show. After all, they are not the ones getting beaten.
"Ah... stop hitting me..."
His face was flushed, with blood at the corners of his mouth. There were several bruises on his face from being pulled and slammed into the iron cage. The pain in his body made him curl up. The people inside were either great spiritual masters, great martial masters, or foundation-building cultivators. He had no spiritual power now, and even if he did, he could not defeat so many people by himself!
In the past, no one had dared to beat him like this no matter where he was. Today, he was caught by these people, sold here, and beaten. He felt angry and aggrieved.
For the first time, he realized that he was no longer able to protect himself after leaving home. Just as these people said, it was useless for them to ask for money in such a place. For the first time in his life, he felt relieved.
He huddled on the ground, protecting his head as best he could, gritting his teeth and refusing to beg for mercy.
In the dark, Fengjiu watched this scene quietly, watching him curl up on the ground with his head in his hands like a little animal, watching the anger and frustration in his eyes, and seeing the confusion emerging in his eyes.
She did not intervene, nor did she stop it, because the beatings from those men were only superficial injuries and would not be fatal. What she wanted was to teach him a lesson, to give him a warning, and to let him figure out for himself why he was in such a situation.
Rather than asking for help and relying on others when he is in danger and facing death, it is better for him to think it through himself now. The only one who can save him is himself.