The fourth car of ore was poured into the big truck. The team led by King Yama has completed the task. Next, if you push another car down, everyone will accumulate three points. There is still a lot of time left, and everyone is very motivated. According to this efficiency, they can accumulate at least twelve points!
A few rough men were happily flattering in front of King Yama when they suddenly heard a noise coming from the mining area.
"Brother, it seems that someone is fighting!" Nan Xun said immediately.
Yan Luo's eyes sank, pushing the car carrying Nan Xun, and galloping over in a few strides.
In a hidden corner of the mine, prisoners formed a dense circle.
Nan Xun's expression suddenly changed when he saw this familiar situation. He quickly pushed people away. After seeing the situation in the circle, his eyes suddenly widened, and he was completely dumbfounded.
I saw a man covered in blood lying among the rubble. A blood hole was smashed into his head by the stone.
When Nan Xun arrived, the man vomited blood and twitched all over. After rolling his eyes a few times, he swallowed his breath.
Nan Xun felt a coolness pouring down from his head and feet, and his whole body trembled.
This person he and Yama had only met this morning when they were out in the air, and it was the prisoner who begged Yama to cover him.
In Nan Xun's mind, there was still the uncle's excited expression after receiving Yan Luo's agreement to bless him. Tears flashed in his old eyes, and his eyes were full of yearning for a new life.
He said that he still has an old mother and two children in his family. His wife is always taking care of the children. He is very grateful. He will go back to take good care of them and take up the responsibility of the head of the family.
Before he left, he thanked Yan Luo fiercely, but when he turned to run away, his eyes glanced at Nan Xun with deep gratitude. During lunch, he saw Nan Xun and greeted him with a friendly smile.
But just such a person, when he was about to be released from prison in another two months, had an accident. He was stoned in the head, his head was bleeding, and he died under the indifferent gaze of a group of prisoners.
Nan Xun raised his head abruptly, his red eyes turned to look at the circle of people watching, an indescribable hatred emerged in his heart.
"Who did it?" Yan Luo said suddenly, his cold voice showing a bone-breaking chill.
When Nan Xun heard this, he couldn't help but look at Yan Luo next to him. He glanced at a group of people savagely. The light in his eyes turned into a sharp knife. The fist, the blue veins on the forearm were exposed, and it was bulging.
The people in the circle took a step back subconsciously, but no one spoke.
The corners of Yan Luo's mouth twitched slightly, but his voice was even colder than before, "Master ask again, who did it?"
Everyone bowed their heads in unison, but no one spoke.
Yan Luo snorted, his eyes suddenly lingered, and he rushed towards one of them with a few strides, directly picked up the big man, and slammed his head against the stone with a thud.
A blood hole suddenly appeared on the head, and the blood flowed out.
The man screamed, "Yan Ye spare your life, Yan Ye spare your life! I said, I said!"
Nan Xun noticed that the man's hands were stained with blood, and he couldn't help suspecting that this man was one of the murderers. I don't know if Yan Luo saw the blood on the back of his hand, so he shot at him.
Just when the man changed his tune, seven or eight strong men suddenly rushed out of the crowd and directly surrounded Yan Luo.
Nan Xun's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted, "Brother be careful!"
Yan Luo's head looked like he had eyes. Before the first person approached, he suddenly turned around and smashed his fist into the man's eyes. Then he grabbed the man's collar, picked him up and smashed it on the stone on the ground.
The man said less than one hundred and eighty pounds, but the whole person was like a chicken, and was easily lifted up by King Yama, and smashed it out after a half circle in the air.
bang, bang, bang...
Yan Luo didn't hold back at all, grabbed the head and slammed it against the stone, hitting the ground in a dozen or 20 times.
The prisoners were so frightened that they opened their mouths wide and did not dare to take a breath. They even saw the blood mixed with pulpy flesh, which was extremely disgusting.
Nan Xun also opened his mouth and stood there dumbfounded.
The following prisoners were obviously also frightened by King Yama's ferocity, but there was no turning back when they opened their bows. They suppressed their fear and rushed towards King Yama.
Yan Luo picked up the fainted big man on the ground and smashed it towards the three people in front of him. Taking advantage of the three people in front of him, he kicked the chest of the person behind him. Covering his chest, he curled up like a maggot.
The heavy shackles were placed on the man's feet, which did not hinder his movement at all. He was vicious, and when he was fighting with the heavy shackles, he looked a bit more vicious than usual.
After kicking this man, Yan Luo swept again, tripping the other two, then picked up one with one hand, and smashed it fiercely towards the ground, smashing hard.
He seemed to have forgotten that he was holding a person, and smashed to the ground like a dead object, as if he had to use the human-shaped hammer in his hand to smash a crack in the ground.
The other three were frightened by King Yama's ruthlessness and turned around and ran away.
King Yama's eyes widened, kicked one, and directly smashed the back of the remaining two people's necks, grabbed their necks, and lifted the whole thing up until the two rolled their eyes and stuck their tongues out, and he slammed them to the ground. , bumped it, pulled it up, and bumped it again, until the head turned into a smashed watermelon.
"Brother, be careful!" Nan Xun suddenly returned to his senses and couldn't help exclaiming.
The person who was kicked to the ground just now, enduring the severe pain of shifting his internal organs, lifted a large rock and was about to smash it at the back of Yan Luo's head.
Nan Xun didn't even think about it, he jumped up in the air and kicked his back with both feet.
The man staggered, the stone in his hand was not steady, and it smashed on his feet. He screamed in pain, turned around abruptly, and swung his fist towards Nanxun's face.
Nan Xun wanted to take a big step back, but he forgot that the shackles on his feet were too short, and only avoided a small step. He hurriedly tilted his head to hide, but he was still a step late. He almost bit his own tongue.
"What a courting death!" Nan Xun spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.
"Xiao Bai!" Yan Luo wanted to go and deal with the man, but he didn't want an immortal prisoner to hug his calf fiercely just now.
Yan Luo's eyes overflowed with suffocation, he directly raised his other foot and kicked him on the stomach.
The man was twitching all over, but the hands holding Yan Luo's legs were never loose.
Yan Luo picked up a stone and smashed it on the dead man's hand, smashing his hands into a bloody mess, and the blood splattered on his face.