Hero’s Creed

The facilities in Building No. 1 are very good, and it is completely built according to the grade of the supervisory building. Each dormitory in the quadruple room has its own bathroom, hot water supply 24/7, kitchen, balcony, and most importantly, the people who live here , Which means that you don’t have to go down to mine, you can get a huge salary every month. M.

There is no free lunch in the world, let alone working with the greedy Doshaf, this building, he prepared for the encirclement of his men, can enter here, at least there is a distinctive feature, that is, it is very good to fight, Can solve most of the trouble for the mine for him.

After the death of the miners, the family members are in trouble, and when they feel that they have abandoned their salaries, they are asked to raise their wages. All these are handled by these beaters.

The thugs were lying on the balcony, pointing at the riots below and laughing, as a circus show, but soon lost their smiles, because Downton came with a group of men.

"Haha, won't this kid look for our trouble?"

"He must have had a problem with his brain, and he didn't ask where is the next building?"

"You are more attentive. Even if you lent him the courage of a dragon, he did not dare to provoke us. He should go to the second building next door."

The thugs didn't take it seriously, subconsciously thinking that Downton didn't dare to provoke the supervisor's forces, so before he came over, he cursed, threatened, and raised his middle finger.

"Damn little bastard, get back to your morning fog town!"

"Walk at night and watch something, don't be beaten, throw into the mine and feed the rock lizard."

Dozens of windows on the entire wall were crowded with people, without exception, all laughing at Downton, whistling, and some thugs throwing down their broken shoes, pouring cold water, and even smashing a few stools.

"Supervisor, let's go to another dormitory building!" Some people shrank. After all, those guys have done too many bad things, and their reputation is so great that they are very worried.

"Paps!" Downton hated this morale-reducing thing most.

The miners next to them did not move, and they were also stunned. In fact, they didn't want to enter Building 1 subconsciously.

Seeing the timid performance of these people downstairs, the thugs were even more unscrupulous.

"Disobedient master. Accept punishment!" Jackson's hoarse throat growled and ran out, rounding his arms and slamming the face of the nonsense miner's face.

Crack, crack!

With just two slaps, the miner’s teeth were cut in half, his mouth was full of blood, and his chin was almost broken.

"A bunch of waste!" Downton turned around and kicked his feet, knocking several of his close friends to the ground. "What did I say before? My words must be executed unconditionally!"

This was a large audience, and thousands of eyes looked at it. If he could not deter his men, Downton would be saddened in the future.

"We knew it was wrong."

The cronies begged for mercy, but Downton overturned a dozen miners before stopping.

"Break off his mouthful of teeth to make him understand that there are some things that he can't say for a lifetime!" Downton pointed to the unlucky miner. This time no one dared to disobey the order, and the nearest ones rushed past. Grabbed him a punch.

Without warning, the two iron kettles were thrown out of the window on the fifth floor and hit Downton.

Downton did not hide, and waved his arms directly, like a steel whip, on a iron kettle. With a bang, beat it up.

The other fell at Downton's feet, the iron kettle was deformed, the hot water inside was scattered all over, and a few drops splashed on his military boots.

"Stinky kid. To be pretentious, get away."

"Yes, go back to your kennel!"

"There is a kind of you coming up, and Lao Tzu knocks out your shit!"

Many sights were cast upstairs around the dormitory, trying to see what Downton did, and then found that he did not disappoint.

Downton reached out and Jackson immediately handed over the magic code.

"Leave fifty people guarding the gate, and don't let one person run away." Downton opened the space for war, and fifteen heavily armed ghoul demons lined up.

The military boots stepped on the ground and made a dull boo, boo, and made the noisy noise on the building suddenly disappear.

Downton stepped up the stairs, walked into the lobby of Building 1, and handed the magic code to Jackson "to let everyone get out of the dorm and line up in the corridor."

The miners who swarmed in knew that the conflict was inevitable, and if they didn't do it, they would have no place on both sides in the future, so they went down and prepared to fight.

"Come out, get out!"

Vigorously smashing the door and roaring flooded the whole building, the thugs didn't expect Downton to have the courage to come in, and was a little flustered for a while.

Downton ignored the miscellaneous fish and went straight to the fifth floor. A team of cronies quickly followed.

Comparing the position of the lower window, Downton found the dormitory where the kettle was thrown. Before he smashed the door, a celebrity who was eager to express ran over and took the lead.

"Open the door quickly and get out."

The knock on the door was loud, but the other side was indifferent.

"Supervisor, they blocked the door."

"You are idiots, won't you hit the door?" Downton was mad, kicking a hole toward the wooden door beside him.

The cronies also carried a sharp weapon and smashed it, making a hole in the wood chips.

"Quick, move the bed frame, they are about to open the door." The people inside were also nervous, completely unattached.

"Number one, number two, from here, knock all the doors open!" Downton stood in the corridor and ordered.

The lower-order ghouls are more powerful than ordinary humans, and they wear warrior armor, like a steel fortress, and the fragile wooden door can't be used as their collision.

The thugs in the dormitory saw the No. 1 and No. 2 and were emboldened. Some clever hurriedly lost the machete in their hands. The thick armor of others, they stood still to let their own side cut, and they could not be broken.

"I counted three times. If you don't come out, when I break the door, all of you break a leg." Downton roared loudly and began to count.

One!

two!

Boom, the demon servants did not stop the pace, another door was knocked open, then rushed in, madly beating at the people inside, and then dragged out.

The screams and howls raged, and finally someone could not bear the pressure and opened the door to walk out.

"Don't hit it. Let's get out."

Once someone takes the lead, more and more thugs begin to serve temporarily.

The cronies finally opened the door, but just after entering, they were shot again. Two of them were still adorned with color, and blood was flowing.

Downton came to the door. Seeing the short-haired man who smashed the kettle just now carrying a blood-stained straight-edged machete, he was glaring at him.

Six thugs followed behind, a brave fan of children.

Dozens of Kings pokers were scattered on the floor, as well as a lot of silver coins and copper plates, but the atmosphere of the crossbows made people unable to pick them up.

"That's a lot of gambling, enough for ordinary civilians for one month's salary." Downton quipped, kicked off the table, and walked in.

"Don't be arrogant, kid. Do you know who our backstage is?" The short-haired man shouted inwardly, trying to give his courage, no way, let alone talk about Downton's own combat power, just the group of miners and ten behind A few tin cans are enough for them to drink a few pots.

"I hate nonsense. I broke all my hands and feet and hung it on the gallows outside the dormitory area. The weather has been good these days and should be able to dry out."

Downton showed no mercy. The kettle dropped by the other party was headed to his own head, and if not blocked, he would definitely be killed.

"No way back, kill him." The short-haired man roared and rushed out, holding the machete to the neck of Downton.

Downton did not move at all. The right leg was raised high, and the military boots resembled a barbarian knife, hitting the chin of the short-haired man from bottom to top.

Bang, short hair man kicked volley. Waiting for the fall, Downton added a turn and kicked, hitting his belly.

Boom, the short-haired man flew straight out, smashing the window on the opposite wall, and shards of glass scattered all over the place.

Seeing this scene, the thugs who were rushing up all froze, and then watched the cronies thrashing over, and quickly knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Don't even the magical person dare to challenge me. Have you been stepped on by the dragon beast?" Downton knocked on the bed frame with a short stick. "Get a pot of hot water and pour it on his head."

The short-haired man couldn't hold his breath anymore, all the blood on his face faded away, and he begged irrationally.

"Where is the building director?" Downton didn't really want to abuse them, it was nothing more than frightening to facilitate torture.

"In" short-haired man prolonged his tone. He wanted to delay the time. It took time for the supervisor to bring people to rescue. The first building was under siege. They would definitely not sit by and watch.

"I don't know what to do." Downton pointed to another person. "You said."

"They are in the boxing room on the top floor!" The beater who was named was very fast, and was afraid that he would be picked up by Downton when he was slow. "There is a place for everyone to practice boxing and exercise, but now it has been changed to a black boxing room. The foremen are idle, and they usually plug a few inside."

"Amateur activities are quite rich." Downton is not surprised, these guys don't have to work, don't find some fun to vent their extra energy, and they will definitely make trouble. "Who are the black boxers?"

"They are all randomly selected miners, so that the suspense of the win rate can be guaranteed, and some people will not make a big profit. By the way, there will be a little more newcomers in the newcomer.

"This is also Mawei~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you don't go on stage, you will be beaten up and you will be abused for several days."

Several cronies complained eloquently, with anger on his face, apparently being forced to participate in a black boxing match.

"Take them, let's go up and see." Downton walked into the corridor and found that the wall was already crowded with people, all of whom were kicked out.

They were still whispering, and they saw that the **** short-haired man was dragged on the ground like a dead dog, and suddenly closed his mouth. The atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

When Downton stepped up the stairs, no one dared to stare at him. All the people who shouted and scolded him at the window just shrank his neck.

"A bunch of fighting five slags." Downton was not interested to trouble them, thinking about how the supervisor came and how he should deal with it.

As soon as he entered the top floor, the frantic roar and dog bark hit the eardrum, making the human heart seem to be gripped by an invisible big hand.

Downton actually heard a familiar voice and couldn't help but speed up. (To be continued