With a "boom", all the cells immediately burst into shouts of indescribable joy or excitement. In the iron cage lattice closest to cell No. 903, slaves and criminals lie in front of the door, their eyes widened, with cruelty and stimulation intertwined on the faces, and their hands kept slapping back and forth on the iron cage, making a dull "bang bang" sound.

"Take off his clothes and I want to appreciate his butt."

"Logan, use your oversized meat stick to kill this guy. I feel uncomfortable when I see his tender skin. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, bet, that kid will be lying down after only half an hour. Look at his thin legs, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, the fate of the little tender chicken entering the tiger's nest."

"Why can only those bastards in the cell 903 taste it? Cut off the kid's thighs one by one. His meat is very tender and should taste good. I haven't eaten enough for several days in a row. Today I want to eat enough."

All five people in the room stood up and walked to Su Hao, forming a semicircular circle, staring at him with playful, evil, cold, and violent eyes, and his lips and nostrils kept making numb and sneering grin.

Su Hao subconsciously supported the edge of the bed with his hands, but a very strange rough feeling came from his fingertips.

The steel-made bed frame has been twisted and deformed. It seems that it was bent in the middle by some huge force and forced to return to its original position. With the help of the faint light outside the door, you can see that the surface of the nearby iron grille is covered with mottled dents, and there are many traces left by sharp cutting and cracking. What is particularly shocking is that it is the piece of smearing on the surface of the metal railing. I don’t know when it was left, but it has long turned into part of the iron grille.

A particularly strong guy stood in front of Su Hao. He grinned, his hands kept clenching into fists in the air, and slowly opened under the powerful force. This action made the muscles on his arms stretch back and forth, wriggling, and the evil and fierce flames of desire were burning in his eyes.

"Take off your clothes and pants and move quickly. Today I will make your ass rotten and your intestines wear."

The strong man grinned wide, revealing a yellow teeth that had been corroded very much. His words caused laughter and applause from the crowds around him. Men and women were kept separately in slave camps. Men like beautiful women, but in such a cell where even a female mouse was unwilling to appear, they could only turn to the second best and use the man's body to vent their desires. Beautiful men are very popular in this kind of place, and Su Hao obviously exceeded the category of beautiful men. To be honest, this guy is simply a shemale and a pseudo-man who failed the surgery. Naturally, his butt must be ravaged repeatedly until it turns into a pool of pus.

Su Hao looked at the vicious slaves standing in front of him calmly. His eyes were still calm, and inexplicable cold light flashed from time to time in the depths of his eyes.

The moment the eyes were met, the strong man in the lead clearly felt Su Hao's contempt for him. Nothing could be more infuriating than this. You know, this is the prisoner camp, and I am the boss in this cell. Here, no matter what I say, you have to obey. Even if you are soaking shit for you to eat, you can only lower your head, open your mouth, and swallow it without leaving any juice and residue.

The strong man's angry flames grew higher and higher. He roared and opened his arms and rushed towards Su Hao.

Without any imagination, he grasped the smooth touch of the white and tender skin. The strong man felt a huge force suddenly clamping his throat and leaning backwards. This felt very strange and terrifying. The narrow space in the cell was just enough for him to flip in the air, and then he fell heavily. The center of gravity of the power control also quickly shifted from the throat to the back of the strong man's head, crushing it with irresistible force, and stuffing it into the iron bar behind the opposite bed in an extremely terrifying way.

Yes, he was completely stuffed in.

The metal density of the planet Labangka is far greater than that of the earth. The iron grille that forms the walls of the cell is thick and strong. In this world where the human body's strength is proportional to the real matter, even elite warriors with strength exceeding the fifth-level strengthening standards cannot bend the iron grille with their own strength. Although the strong man is brave, it is only for ordinary people. The power from Su Hao is irresistible. All the onlookers who intend to watch the show in the cell clearly saw that the strong man's head was ruthless.

Pressed hard on the surface of the grid-shaped iron grille, his eyes, teeth, lips and nose squeezed from the middle of the iron bars arranged horizontally and vertically in a thrilling way. The iron grille was not bent and deformed, but the strong man's head made a terrifying and crisp sound of bone cracking. Among them, it was accompanied by the chaotic sound of muscles and soft organs being torn and "crank". It was like a piece of tofu in the shape of a human head, pressed hard on a wire mesh, and the passage of the iron grille grid was completed with scattered slag and flesh.

Su Hao has extremely rich experience in killing. He already understands how to control his strength. He can not only ⊥The head in his hand explodes without being pressed, but also squeeze into shattered bones and meat residue. This requires skill. Just like a magician in a circus cut a person in half with one knife, and then close and splice it again. Ordinary audiences can only kill people when they go up, and blood and intestines flow all over the floor.

Next to him, a guy with dark skin all over his body saw Su Hao grabbing the strong man and pressing him down, then he realized that he immediately rushed over, waved his fists and hit Su Hao's back neck, but Su Hao did not dodge his side, pressed against the human body, grabbed the other person's shoulder, and slammed towards the iron door of the cell in the side direction.

This power is so powerful that it makes people feel heartbroken. The slaves and criminals in other cells only felt a red blood flower appearing in front of them. The slave who was grabbed by Su Hao seemed to be made of glass and broke through violent impact. His degree of shattering was even more subtle than the strong man who had just been killed. From his head to his chest, it was completely cut into countless flesh and blood by the iron grid. The scattered ribs passed through the grid, and the muscles and ligaments were stuffed in the middle. Most of the body was still stuck inside the cell, and his blood-stained legs were limp on the ground and kept twitching.

This scene happened so quickly. No one could imagine that things would turn out like this. The crushed pieces of meat and eyeballs flew around like guns, hitting the slaves watching the fun in the neighboring cell. The extraordinary strength and speed were enough to turn the softest substance into a weapon. The unexpected slaves did not hurt their bodies. The most unlucky guy was directly smashed into his testicles by a tooth. A criminal in the opposite cell had his eyes blown out on the spot, and even the bridge of his nose was broken. For a moment, wailing and screaming everywhere on both sides of the corridor, and curses roaring with the dirtiest words.

The roar and gasp continued, and the uninterrupted shrill shouts gradually became the master of the sounds on both sides of the corridor. Su Hao slowly turned around and swept the other three slaves in the cell with a cold gaze. He raised his right hand and slowly licked his fingers covered with blood with the tip of his tongue, as if he had stared at the prey and was ready to pounce on him at any time.

The slaves on the left and in the middle were full of horror. They looked flustered and pushed back to the edge of the iron bars and the bed. Their entire backs and hands were pressed tightly, their naked chests were undulating violently, their eyes were filled with fear and despair, and there was no more of the joke and ferociousness that had been a few seconds ago.

The slave on the right obviously did not think that Su Hao was his opponent. He screamed and pulled out a sharpened wooden stick from under the bed. Without waiting for the force, the left knee was kicked by Su Hao and his body was involuntarily leaning forward. Su Hao continued to step on the other party's shin. The slave who had lost his support fell heavily, and then felt the severe pain from the crushed legs. He looked down and immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Oh my God he killed Caris, and Famorak died. Oak's leg seemed to be broken... The omnipotent Lord God is above him, how did he do it? What exactly did it?"

"My eyes, my eyes help me, I can't see anything, he blinded my eyes, help me help me."

"Unbelievable, who is this guy? Carris and the others obviously chose the wrong opponent."

Such arguments and exclamations echoed in every cell. The terrible scream had already alarmed the guards outside. The iron door in the deep corridor was opened, and more than a dozen fully armed guards rushed in. The leader was not careful about the ground full of blood and flesh, and he stepped on the eyes of the dead prisoner called Famorak, and staggered on the slippery ground, losing balance in an instant, screaming, and falling back heavily.

"Shut up"

"Everyone is quiet"

"Come on, call all the guards outside in. I have never seen such a bloody way of death. It turned out to be Carres? He is the slave that the Baron loves. What should I do now?"

The panic situation was quickly controlled. More and more guards rushed into the corridor, smashing back and forth on the iron gates of the cells with weapons such as iron sticks, and cursing at the slaves with various words of intimidation. Only the 903 cell was blank, and the closest guard was also standing three or five meters away, looking at the two headless corpses hanging on the grid of the iron grid with fear and horror. The focus of his sight always turned unconsciously to Su Hao standing in the cell, and quickly dodged as if he saw a ghost.

Various forms of fighting are common in prison slave camps. In order to compete for food and drinking water, to get close to the bed at the door, and to possess a slave's butt, it will always cause chaos. The slaves are very clear about goods that they may sell on the market at any time, and they also know what the bottom line that the slave owner can bear. Those who are ravaged and killed by the torment are all thin and cowardly guys. In order to make fun of time, there are always endless ways to wait for those tortured objects in the cell. However, this time they obviously chose the wrong target.

The deaths of Kyris and Famorak were unheard of. Their heads were like meat pies stuffed under a millstone. There was Oak who was lying on the ground and dying. The guy's legs and feet were obviously broken. The skin and muscles on the wound were pressed almost as flat as the ground, with a clear shoe print on the blood and skin surface. His legs were directly stomped, just like snow was directly stomped by pedestrians in winter. How powerful does this require? Is that handsome and beautiful young boy really a human?

Chaos and fear continued until late at night. Su Hao remained silent. He sneered faintly and turned back and forth on the guards with a provocative gaze. Under the threat of this strong hostile look, no one dared to approach cell No. 903 from beginning to end, let alone open the iron door and drag the body out to transport it away.

It was already late at night, but no slave wanted to sleep. The scene that happened before was so exciting. Although there were more guards in the corridor than ever, screams and roars were completely suppressed, people were curled up in the dark corners and whispering.

"This guy is really good at beating. I've never seen anyone like him."

"How did he get in? I see that the warriors in the legend are just like this. However, this guy will definitely be lucky. The Baron will not punish him. Such a fierce guy can be sold at a very high price."

"I'm so lucky. I didn't lock up in the same cell as Carris. Otherwise, I would have to be the one lying on the ground. If that young boy would be kept here, we have to have a good relationship with him. Otherwise, it would be ugly to die."

The other two slaves in the cell No. 903 had already shrunk to the corner. They bent down and half kneeled on the ground. This humble and begging for mercy seemed to be normal to the prisoners next to them. Everyone wanted to live and wanted to live better than others. Since Su Hao had shown an extremely strong side, the best way was to obey his orders honestly.

In this way, when Knight Barth rushed from the Baron's mansion, the atmosphere in the prison slave camp was already extremely tense. The fat warden was so anxious that he was like an ant on a hot pan. This was entirely because Su Hao's identity was too special. Although the warden could play with a first-class slave at will, they had to keep them intact and healthy. If someone died or was injured accidentally, causing the price sold in the market to plummet, the losses must be held by himself. Selling children, women, wives, parents, and gold coins filled with Baron Sorant's wallet.

The bloody and terrifying scene in front of him suffocated Bart, and then he felt an indescribable sense of luck.

Fortunately, I didn't mess with this beautiful yellow-skinned devil like those two dead idiots. I pressed the person out of the iron grid like tofu... I felt chilling just by thinking about this way of death.

Knight Barth ignored the two dead bodies that were still hanging on the iron bars, endured the discomfort of the strong bloody nostrils, took out an aromatic handkerchief to cover the nostrils, then held his breath, and said to Su Hao in a tone that was both timid and majestic: "I want to talk to you."

Su Hao looked at him for a while, then nodded.

Bart was quite excited by the other party's approval, but it quickly evolved into anger that could not be released. After all, Su Hao was just a slave, and he was indeed a noble knight. Things were completely reversed, and he actually became a character who begged the other party. This was simply unimaginable and unacceptable in the past.

After sniffing the fragrant handkerchief again, Barth felt that the terrible blood could not be covered, and still rushed into his nostrils. He kept swallowing his throat and said hurriedly and earnestly: "Someone must be cleaned up here. We'd better change a place. What do you think?"

Su Hao smiled slowly. He saw expectations and desires in the man's eyes.

Bart mercilessly requisitioned the private living room of the warden of the Prisoner in the Prisoner. It is spacious, very quiet, and has a soft and comfortable large bed.

"I am now on behalf of His Excellency Baron Sorant to have this conversation with you."

Bart tried hard to find the right words in order not to anger Su Hao. The bloody scene in the cell left a deep impression on him. Knight Bart once again confirmed that his idea of ​​making Su Hao a gladiator was wise and correct. The Baron would become rich because of this slave named Su Hao, and he could also get more benefits, higher status and power from it.

Su Hao focused on dealing with a barbecue in front of him. The special service that woke the chef up in the middle of the night was limited to big names like the nobles and wardens. The guy may never have dreamed that the delicious barbecue he made with sleepy eyes and curses was now being chewed by a lowly slave.

Su Hao had a lot of appetite. In order to fill his stomach, he ordered four portions of barbecue. He ate very happily, and the feeling of enjoyment was in sharp contrast to Barth's caution opposite the dining table. It was almost the same as the Knight Barth talking alone, and Su Hao was only responsible for listening, but did not express any opinions.

Until he swept all the food on the table, the muscles on Bart's face kept trembling and twitching due to anger, Su Hao picked up the water cup and ended the entire eating process.

If he was an ordinary slave, Bart would not be so cautious. The corpse in the cell gave him a new understanding of Su Hao. At such a close distance, without guards, Su Hao could easily kill himself. But for the sake of future and gold coins, any dangerous contact is worth it.

"You want me to be a gladiator?"

“What benefits can I get?”

"Where is my identity? Still still a slave?"
Chapter completed!