No one wants to go against a madman. Even slaves do.

Su Hao, who threw down the corpse, showed surprising calmness and calmness. He was always smiling. A guard who was recognized as courageous, walked forward tremblingly and roared and asked Su Hao to walk out of the room. Su Hao did not refuse, nor did he resist, and walked towards the third-class slave area with a noble-like graceful pace.

A strange phenomenon of sandwiching each other in the corridor formed in the front and back, hollow. Both the guards and the knights believed that Su Hao was being guided by the people in front of him, but they did not know that Su Hao was actually going to the third-class slave area, and he was guiding everyone to take the initiative to follow.

Su Hao, who walked out of the first-class slave area, quickly attracted new attention in the square.

"Hey, look, it's the little guy who just sent him to the comfort zone. This guy obviously doesn't know the rules there. He must have made some mistake and was kicked out."

"I like this kid. He is obviously going to be brought among us for re-education. Well, I feel that my long-dolent dick has a new vitality. He is very handsome and must be much more handsome than those dirty fat guys Yu Jing."

"What mom is that I see this fresh meat first. All the bastards who want to do it will line up for me. This kid will be my turn tonight and it will be your turn tomorrow after twelve o'clock."

All the guards surrounding Su Hao were as if they were facing a great enemy. It was not until the moment he walked into the iron bar and was locked into the stone chamber with the name "903", that the knight immediately followed him felt relaxed, and he felt almost exhausted. Cold sweat soaked his clothes and felt uncomfortable all over his body.

Maca City, Baron's Mansion.

"What did you say? He killed the maid who sent him to serve him, and almost gnawed his entire head?"

Baron Sorant had already changed into a light-weight home suit. Looking at the knight who was kneeling in front of him and looked like a mortal face, the baron's face was full of surprise, and soon turned into anger that could not be curbed.

The Knight did not come alone to report. He cleverly pulled up several guards present at the time and bribed the prison supervisor who was responsible for detaining Su Hao. Everyone testified about this description. The escort and supervisor's statements were even more exaggerated than the Knight, and even said Su Hao was a perverted maniac who liked to have sex with the corpse... Of course, these statements were not groundless. The corpse of the murdered girl had been torn to be more ragged than before, mixed with a large amount of semen. These traces were deliberately made up under the arrangement of the Knight and the prison supervisor, just to get rid of their guilt and completely push the problem to Su Hao.

Anyway, that guy is just a slave.

"asshole"

"madman"

"barbarian"

The furious baron grabbed every thing around him and smashed it on the ground. The room was soon covered with messy pieces. He kept roaring, pulling out the dagger hanging on the wall and slashing it back and forth until the dagger could no longer bear the destruction and opened a hole in the middle, and then threw it away with hatred.

Baron Sorant began to understand why Mengqi would rather give two alien slaves to him for free than take them back. The natives are indigenous after all, and if they want them to be obedient, they must spend too much to train them. Otherwise, no one would be willing to buy such disobedient goods.

Thinking of this, Baron Sorant turned his gaze to the knight kneeling on the ground and asked gloomyly: "Is that guy's name Su Hao?"

The Knight stayed for three seconds before he was quite slow and nodded hesitantly.

For some reason, the knight suddenly had a very bad premonition for no reason.

He didn't understand why the Baron suddenly asked Su Hao's name at this time?

That guy was just a slave, a slave caught from the Central Mountains. Yes, he was indeed powerful and had surprising combat skills, cruel, bloody, cold, inhumane... words like this are really appropriate to use Su Hao. Especially after the maid was killed just now, in the eyes of the many guards in the prison slave camp, Su Hao's danger has risen sharply, reaching an extremely terrible height.

As a confidant of Baron Sorant, the Knight knew some of the Baron's habits. For slaves, the Baron never took the initiative and rarely remembered a certain person's name. He prefers to use numbers or codes as the title of slaves. The Baron once said: "Slaves are slaves, and they do not have to be treated as humans. In addition to exchange for money and interests, the only function of slaves is to allow the master to be fully satisfied in various ways.

Baron Sorant never mentioned the original name of the slave. Even his favorite beautiful female slave only uses code names such as "No. 1 Heart and Liver" and "No. 2 Honey" as the title.

In a frightening atmosphere, the Baron continued his question just now: "Balt, how long have you been with me?"

The knight named Barth felt that his body was constantly shaking and it was difficult to maintain balance. He controlled his beating heart with force and replied in a trembling voice: "Eleventh year, eleven years, eleven years.

"Yes, eleven years. Even if you raise a dog, such a long time is enough for it to understand the owner's mind."

Baron Sorant sighed with emotion, then turned his cold eyes to the Knight Barth and said lightly: "Tell me what's going on? Don't use those messy excuses to make excuses. You should know that I'm not the kind of idiot who can be blinded by lies. If you think those fake tricks are useful to me, then be mentally prepared to bear the evil and then talk to me again.

Being able to be the lord of a city is enough to prove Baron Sorant's shrewdness.

After the initial anger, he quickly realized that there was something wrong with Balter's words. The language system of the Labonka continent is the same, and both the indigenous and civilized worlds use common words to communicate. When he grabbed Su Hao at the gate of the city, Sorant saw that Su Hao's eyes were filled with pure and clear eyes, rather than the confused and unconscious turbidity of the madman. Since he was not a madman, he was a man with normal logical thinking and even physiology, why did he suddenly kill the woman who arranged to serve him?

This is unreasonable no matter what.

Based on past experience and seeing the situation, the Baron concluded that Barth must be lying. At least, he concealed the crucial part of the whole thing. Otherwise, Su Hao would not have suddenly become a madman, nor would he eat human flesh like a barbarian.

"Clang————"

"Train him into a gladiator?"

Sorant turned around and asked uncertainly: "Is this OK?"

Knight Bart quickly sorted out his ideas, nodded seriously, and said very seriously: "He has extraordinary power, and his killing style is extremely bloody and cruel. With a little training, he can become a good player in the arena. At present, the best gladiators on the continent are native slaves. Those guys are all dark-skinned barbarians. Even well-trained prisoners of war, they will still die when they face them. The audience is tired of this one-sided duel performance. Su Hao is an alternative who was adopted by natives. We can make a big fuss about his life experience. With enough gimmicks, the audience will definitely like it very much."

"We can also give him a rather noble identity. For example, the descendant of a destitute nobleman was forced to enter the Central Mountains for wealth in order to make a living, but was killed by the mutant, leaving the baby to be adopted by the natives. His skin and appearance are the best proof, and even if someone doubts, it cannot be refuted.

"We don't need him to know too much, just let him understand what to do. Give him full, give him women and wine, the needs of the natives are easily met. He will soon become the most profitable machine in your master."

The plan of the Knight Barth is evil and despicable, but Baron Sorant is not disgusted. The biggest function of slaves is to earn money. Barth is right. A yellow-skinned gladiator will definitely cause a sensation on the field. Since ancient times, the Labangka continent has been a practice of using prisoners of war as slaves to perform gladiators. Although the soldiers captured on the battlefield are strong, they are far inferior to those of the native slaves who have been trained in gladiators. Those ugly niggers were born for fighting, and even in the worst case, they can still fight for three in the arena. It is precisely because of this courage and tenacity that the indigenous slaves have become the most elite part of the army of various kingdoms. Although they are under their identities, they are invincible on the battlefield.

In the arena, there has never been a civilized slave who defeated the indigenous slaves. Su Hao could have broken this record. Think about it, when everyone thinks that the damn black slaves will win and crazily put the bet on that bastard, I am alone in the backstage and put all the money in my pocket. How refreshing satisfaction and excitement should it be?

Baron Sorant narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The worried knight Bart completely relieved and let out a sigh of relief. Seeing the master's expression at this moment, he no longer worried or feared anything.

“Do as you think”

The Baron pulled open the wooden cabinet drawer next to the chair, took out a bulging purse, threw a beautiful arc in the air, and dropped it accurately in Barth's hand, and told lightly: "You have to make sure that the boy is alive. Tell the prison warden of the prison slave camp that it is OK to teach a lesson occasionally, but it cannot damage the muscles and bones. Especially his face that makes the woman feel his heart beat faster and the wet and overflowing between her legs. If the skin is slightly cut during the camp training, no matter who does it, I will turn his whole family into a slave."

The release of the prison slave camp has ended. Under the escort of fully armed guards, the slaves and criminals began to return to their respective rooms. Cell No. 903 is no exception.

The light in the cell was dim, and even during the day, darkness still enveloped the entire room. In the depths of the large shadow, Su Hao saw five pairs of hungry wolf staring at his eyes.

The iron bars are only used as the isolated cell, which is almost transparent. Su Hao can see the slaves like hell and hungry ghosts in the rooms on both sides of the next door. All the cells are connected together, and the farther the cell figures appear smaller. With the help of the sunlight shot down from the ceiling of the corridor outside, Su Hao can see clearly the entire cell area.

There is a corridor in the middle, with fifty cells on both sides of the left and right. There is no brick and stone isolation between the rooms, but rows of grid-shaped hard iron grilles. At first glance, it is easy to remind people of the iron wire chicken cages stacked in the chicken farm.

The air was extremely dirty, full of sweat and smell. The hot climate made the slaves choose to be naked, and the administrators of the prison camp also saved a lot of expenses in clothing. But the sanitation conditions in the prison cells were really bad. In order to stuff six people in each room, the managers made full use of the space on the walls and connected them with iron bars to make beds. Some were covered with grass, some should be mattresses brought by the slaves, and some had nothing to do with crispness, and they slept directly on the cold and hard iron rack.

The toilet is located in the innermost corner of the room. Whether it is pooping or peeing, it must be done in front of everyone. The guard will send water and food through the small windows outside the cell on time. These things will often cause melee and fight among slaves. The winner can eat and drink enough, and the loser will naturally be covered in bruises and swollen. In order to solve the unbearable thirst, the loser has to stay by the toilet when others urinate, use a container to pick up other people's urine, and drink it like drinking water.

Weird moans kept coming from the cells on both sides of the corridor. Through the unobstructed iron bars, Su Hao saw slaves in many rooms being pressed down on the bed. They supported the edge of the bed with their hands, their bodies arched upwards, and their buttocks were hugged hard by another person. The two bodies collided and squeezed each other in a strange posture. The person standing in front of them was screaming and moaning from time to time. The guy who was standing in the standing position behind was obviously very satisfied and kept breathing with satisfaction.

The slaves held in the cells on both sides of the corridor are all males and no women.

The other five people in the room kept staring at Su Hao. This guy was very special. Not only was he wearing clothes, he looked very beautiful, with tender skin and smooth flesh. This kind of thing was not only loved by the nobles, but also the slaves at the bottom of society regarded it as fresh meat.

There have been guards walking back and forth in the corridor. These damn dog legs have extended more patrol time than usual. There is no doubt that this unpleasant change must be because of the new stranger in cell No. 903. All the slaves were watching when the guards would leave, making this place a real joy.
Chapter completed!