Hero’s Creed

The boxing room on the top floor is half the size of a basketball court. Many miners who were tortured to despair once committed suicide by jumping through the window, causing a lot of trouble. 　 So now I have installed iron bars to fix it, so the summer night Without the slightest cool moonlight falling in, it looked exceptionally sultry. M.

The crystal chandelier cast a slightly dim light, making the dirty wall covered with blood stains and scratches even more pale, like the bones of thirsty dead travelers in the desert.

A group of shirtless thugs surrounded the simple boxing ring to cheer the miners they supported, and all kinds of swearing continued.

Goetze lay on the ground like a dog on the ground with a sweat on his face, but he didn't dare to move. On his back, he was sitting on a mining bully. He watched boredly and beat his unwilling to go on stage. Miner.

The screams of the unlucky miners kept pouring into Goetze's ears, and those grinning smiles, making him feel like hell.

"Bah, it's boring, feed the dog!" The mine gnawed at the watermelon with a disdainful face. "What's the use of this waste?"

The thugs immediately dragged the unlucky miners covered in blood to the corner, and a few hounds smelled bloody, making them even more irritable.

"Let me go and beg you." The miner begged weakly.

The thugs giggled, deliberately slowed down the drag, watching the miners' frightened struggle was more interesting to them than watching an opera.

"Eat it." The minemaster threw Guapi in front of Getzer and stood up and stretched a lazy waist.

Goete hesitated, and as a result stepped on one foot on the back of his hand, crushing it fiercely, the tingling pain immediately swept the nerves.

"Even if I kneel, I'm afraid to eat this?" Mine bully disdain, spit a heavy sputum on Goetze's hair, "If you don't eat, you can do it on the boxing."

"Don't, I eat." Goetze was trembling all over, glancing at the two dead miners on the boxing fist, and he lowered his head to the peel.

"Haha, waste." Watching Geze gnawed at melon, Mineba smiled proudly. He liked the feeling of controlling the fate of others, and then kicked him on the stomach, "Don't eat it, Get on the boxing ring."

"Don't you say you can't eat it if you eat it?" Goetze was dumbfounded. The rules of the boxing ring were too cruel, until one side lost consciousness and fell down, but if it was defeated, it would be seriously injured.

"It's a lot of nonsense, I said let you die, will you die?" The minemaster cast a caster on Goetze's chin, then grabbed his collar and pulled it toward the boxing ring, "Bet, I bet Ten gold coins, Bath can beat this kid in a minute."

"Don't, please!" Goetzer yelled, struggling violently, especially when he saw that when the two-meter-high Bath put on a glove welded with iron thorns, a stream of urine was uncontrolled Drenched pants.

"Haha, look, this waste wood scares urine."

"To deal with him playing with Bath, just use a dog."

"Yeah, I haven't watched the human-dog fight for a long time. I hope this kid can stick to it for a while."

The group of mine tyrants ridiculed unscrupulously, and the laughter that filled the boxing room was full of maliciousness.

"Go on, bit him!" Bass untied a leash that hounded the hound and led it towards Goetze.

The hounds roared and slammed wildly, and their saliva even splashed on Goetze's face.

Gotze wanted to run, but he was kicked in the knee by the mining tyrant and couldn't stand up with pain, and could only crawl desperately.

boom!

With a loud noise, the door of the room was kicked open, splitting under the vigorous force, and the boxing room was instantly quieted.

A group of mine tyrants turned their heads and saw six pieces of'iron cans' wrapped in heavy armor all over the body, standing on both sides, and then the young boy with a lot of limelight came in recently.

The steel combat boots stepped on the floor and made a dull thumping sound, also like a drum of war, knocking on their hearts, making them subconsciously convergent and arrogant.

"Yo, I'm having a good time." Downton saw Getz, who was so scared that his face was twisted, and the teenager almost collapsed.

"Downton, it's none of your business, and leave quickly if you don't want to cause trouble." The tone of the mining tyrant is not very firm. There is no way. People's record is the best deterrent.

"I'm a supervisor. I can control anything that happens in the mine." Downton frowned, and the **** smell in the boxing room made him uncomfortable, especially the hounds who had been barking.

"Downton, help me!" Getzer begged tearfully. He didn't understand that everyone was of the same age and was a mine that arrived at the same time. Why is the situation so different now?

The two miners on the boxing station also stopped, but their lips twitched a few times before they dared to call for help.

"Who made you stop." A few thugs immediately rushed up, surrounded by a brutal beating, which was proclaiming force to Downton.

"Boy, don't shame your face." Bass spit out and loosened the hound to Downton. Three soul shields appeared around his body, spinning slowly.

Seeing the most capable Bass in his early days, the other thugs looked at the mine tyrant, and after getting a hands-on look, they all picked up weapons like choppers.

They are the superintendent of the chief engineer. It is absolutely impossible to coexist peacefully with Downton. Many of them want to kill Downton and then receive a bounty in front of Doshaf. After all, this kid can be regarded as the new principal Dove It’s a dog, some status and weight.

"Put down your weapons and stand in a row against the wall, otherwise you will be at your own risk." Downton's eyes crossed the boxing room, there were dried blood spots everywhere, and I don't know how many people were tortured and disabled here.

"Haha, are you kidding me?" Bath was very treacherous. Before he finished laughing, he suddenly shot. While his fist hit Downton's throat, he lifted his legs below and kicked his crotch again. One blow abolished him.

"Be careful!" The cronies crowded at the door startled.

Downton guarded this guy early, his right fist flicked fast, hit his wrist, and at the same time lifted his left foot, pedaling on the frontal bone of Bass's calf, and pulled out a dagger inserted in the boots to shower.

The second punch came from Bath, but before reaching Downton, a dagger cut through his wrist like lightning, leaving a green glow in the air.

Pa, one hand fell to the ground, blood spewed from the fracture.

Bath screamed, and quickly put the soul shield in front of him, but the magic dagger was too sharp. After a blow, it was stuck on his shoulder.

what! Bass wailed and knelt down to the ground. The blood came out and his chest was wet, but this guy was also sturdy enough to actually grab Downton's crotch and squeeze his big bird.

Downton lifted his leg with a heavy kick, and military boots hit his nose, causing him to drop a dozen meters like a broken sack.

"Don't let me say it for the third time, all roll to the wall and squat down." Downton didn't put the full house of more than forty people in his eyes and walked towards the minemaster.

A hound rushed over and flew towards Downton.

Downton kept walking, his arm flicked and wiped the dagger over the hound's body.

The hound fell to the ground, a terrible incision appeared on his body, he stood unsteady, fell to the ground, and blood and internal organs spilled.

"Chopped them." Jackson rushed up with a group of ghouls with swift auras on his feet. It was angry. It should be done by killing fish. How can the master do it himself? Otherwise, it is too cheap.

The thugs obviously did not fight in groups, and looked at the strong opponents, without blind group fights, but surrounded by defensive formations.

"Wait." Mine bully was turned over while looking at the most capable Bass, and his forehead was soaked with sweat all at once. He yelled, "Downton, don't you really want to die with Doshaf endlessly?"

"Why not?" Downton asked back.

"The former principals who succeeded him either died or left sullenly, so Dofink is also a similar end. You can stand on the team again now. It's still too late." Mine bully is very depressed, playing a game with Downton, winning It is unlikely, but it will not fight. The current status is definitely not guaranteed. The chief engineer will never let a timid waste.

Downton nodded, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Mining bully thought he had a play, persuaded him even harder, and was able to counter him, but also for his credit, so he put on a flattering smile and patted the flattering horse.

"With your strength, you can definitely be our leader. You can earn at least thousands of gold coins every month. It is both easy and safe. It is much better than following Dofenk."

The mine tyrants have to say it again, just look at the curved warrior saber as a thunder, and cut down with the pressure of Taishan.

The soul shield was fully open, and it rushed to the top of the head and chest, and the shocked mine boss quickly backed away, but followed by a pain in the shoulder, watching the arm cut off and fell to the ground.

"You..." Mine Tyrant angrily attacked and was mad, he didn't expect this guy to fight if he wanted to fight.

"Your nonsense is too much." Downton turned his wrist and shook off the blood stains on the saber.

"Master!" Jackson took the scabbard and bent slightly, standing next to Downton. "Let me come!"

"Last chance, put down all your weapons, squat against the wall, or you will all be executed for deliberate wounding." Downton threw the warrior's sword back into the scabbard and continued to move forward.

The mining tyrants retreated in unison, and Downton's two shots all saw blood, directly abolishing the two most powerful people and calming them down.

The cronies saw that Downton was so powerful that he repaired the mine gate that had been rampant in the mine like a mouse, excited and unable to add, and also shouted.

"Kneel all!"

The roaring roofs of more than three hundred people were all a little trembling. The mining tyrants were all tense and pale. After hesitating for a while, they finally felt that the heroes did not eat the loss in front of them. And knelt down.

"Can you still talk?" Downton asked several injured miners, without waiting for them to answer, and directly ordered, "Here are a few people to carry them back to the dormitory. Remember, let the miners around you see their misery, let They understand how supervisors abuse everyone."

Downton didn't want to stay in the **** boxing room, turned around and left. After a while, a miner in charge of the sentry ran up angrily, shouting nervously.

"It's not a big deal!" RS