After this incident, Mark was taken to a strange prison.

The treatment does not improve as a result.

The prison door opened and was thrown into a prison.

The messy firewood and dust choked Mark's nose, and the smell of corruption made people frown.

Just as I was about to get up, huge pressure on my back came.

Someone seemed to be trampling on the back with his feet, making Mark unable to move.

"Another stupid one!"

The laughter was like a sharp needle tip, piercing straight into the ear.

Mark tried his best to look up.

A ragged and sloppy human was smiling maliciously, while his thick arms were wrapped around his chest.

When he noticed the new prisoner looking up and glaring, his smile instantly became stiff.

He stared at Mark fiercely and "snatched" his saliva on the ground with extreme contempt.

A huge sense of insult came like a tide, and anger attacked the heart and made Mark become evil and brave.

"Ah!"

He rolled his body suddenly, quickly hugged the trampled ankle, and overturned it to the ground with force.

Everyone's sneered and became increasingly rigid...

In shock, Mark knocked the man on one side with his shoulder, hugged the man tightly (that person is the leader) and violently hit his eyebrows with his forehead.

The movements are coherent and done in one go.

The man was not careful of this move. After hitting the attack, blood was already flowing from the end of his nose.

The huge pain made him squat on the ground with his nose covering his nose and unable to speak for a long time.

When everyone saw the leader being attacked, they reacted quickly and kicked out several legs with their strength.

Before Mark could make a judgment, he had already been hit dozens of times.

Mark gritted his teeth and held on his shoulders. He knew that the prison was small and congested and it was difficult to move and dodge. The opponent had many people, but he was weak.

Even if they are outnumbered, they can only try their best to beat the boss and force them to throw themselves into danger.

The policy is determined, it is like taking a reassurance pill.

No matter how others beat him, they only grabbed the leader and returned them all.

This is the experience Mark summed up when he was young and was beaten by many people. The effect is definitely better than a punch and kick.

Just because there is only one side of our side, when facing many people, I am unable to fight back one by one.

Either protect the key part and save your life, or grab a slam and hit it hard, there is no other way.

(Everyone, this is not a teaching you how to fight. If you encounter this situation, you can escape if you can. If you can't escape, call the police. Protect the key parts and wait for the police uncle.)

Hearing the commotion in the cell, several jailers rushed into the prison, waved iron rods, and drove everyone away.

Seeing the two of them getting together, they still didn't separate.

In a rage, the iron rod whipped it until it separated.

He was bruised all over and bleeding from the corners of his mouth. Mark was almost exhausted and he was constantly gasping for a long time.

The jailer clamped his arms with an iron rod and dragged them away.

In a daze, I found that the leader was also in a mess, with a crack in the corner of my eyes, mixed with nosebleeds and continuous flow.

He leaned on the corner of the wall, wiped the blood with his dirty hands, and grinned.

The smile is mixed with arrogance and provocation until one's consciousness is confused and it disappears.

Immediately, he was thrown into a single prison by the guards.

The room is opposite.

Seeing that everyone was angry and showed hatred, Mark not only couldn't get angry, but instead felt a little sad.

These prisoners who are harsh and timid and bully the weak and fear the strong only know how to bully the weak. No wonder they are enslaved by the lizardmen.

It is difficult to add fists and feet when they are separated by a stern separation. One of them lifts his crotch and drowns in the direction where Mark is. He provokes and despises him in this vulgar way.

The prisoner did not leave. After locking the prisoner's hands with iron chains, he separated his arms and hung them up.

His body swayed, his toes barely reached the ground.

Before leaving, the prison guard kept cursing in his mouth and beat him hard with an iron rod to vent his hatred.

The beatings of the jailer are tolerated.

Such a criminal law tastes extremely uncomfortable.

I can't stand straight, stand firmly, and my arms are pulled and hurt, and I can't rest.

The nerves are always in a tight state, and this taste is indeed a torment.

The pain after the torture was burning like a brand, burning like a burning burning soundly.

Mark held back his moans, and Hu Siman remembered.

Go home...family...

Missing is like an angel, calling in his ears with a gentle voice, constantly inspiring himself to persevere.

In the chaos, Mark recalled the fight just now.

It's just a mess, unorganized fight, that doesn't work at all.

You can also fool around with ordinary gangsters. Once you encounter a desperate battle, you will be killed by one move.

Kansas has a harsh environment, poor material conditions, tough folk customs, barbaric and brutal.

The will to survive forced Mark to be ruthless and not be bullied for nothing, so it is necessary to strengthen his fighting skills.

So I turned on my father's chip again, hoping that my father's fighting experience could help me survive.

Many fighting skills and the use of cold weapons are left in the chip.

Although it is indeed very beneficial to not be able to understand the essence for a moment.

It’s a pity that my hands are difficult to move, otherwise I can practice it.

While thinking, the prison door suddenly opened.

Surrounded by the guards, the slender lizard man narrowed his eyes, covered his nose with a yellow handkerchief, and stepped into the prison.

"What a pity this strong body."

The slim lizard man has a strong nasal voice, his fingertips slid on Mark's solid muscles.

When the fingertips streaked across the throat, they hooked Mark's chin and lifted his drooping head with force.

The messy hair gradually slid, causing this Yinglang face to appear.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk... Look at this face! If it weren't for a serious offense, I'll send it to my mansion, and I'll make you want to die and not stop. Hahaha..."

The laughter echoed in the cell.

"Pooh!"

The bloody saliva spitted straight towards the slender lizard man.

If it weren't for the chains being tight, Mark would have already killed this freak who is neither male nor female.

Seeing this, the jailer on the side fell down immediately.

The slender lizard man wrinkled his eyebrows horizontally and gently wiped away his saliva with a handkerchief.

Put the handkerchief under your nose, smell it, and stretch your eyebrows.

After waving his hand to the prison guard, he said with a flattering smile: "Oh! Death is coming, and he is still very tempered."

The slender lizard man orchid pointed at Mark and ordered the guards: "Put him down and watch it well. In three months, it will be Kansas God of War Day, and the king will call him to appear. So...hehehehe."

The weird laughter is creepy.

After a slim lizard man continued to say, "I suggest that he go to the underground arena to practice first. If he dies, feed the mice directly!"

"See the order, sir!" the jailers answered voluntarily.

Before leaving, the slender lizard man seemed to be unsatisfied, and he poked Mark's forehead with his fingers and said coquettishly: "Enjoy it! Hehe~hehe~"

The jailer bowed and escorted him until he left.

After he left, he put down Mark's body and no longer made things difficult for him.

Perhaps in their eyes, this slave is just a corpse that can last a few months at most, so there is no need to be petty.

They knew in their hearts that they might make him "burp" next time the underground fight.

The requirements are not high, as long as you are not allowed to escape.
To be continued...