Chapter 631: Chapter 627

Chapter 627

The burly man had no pity for women. His face was full of malevolence. He grabbed the woman’s hair with one hand and punched her face repeatedly with the other. His moves were simple and crude. Every time he withdrew his fist, the woman’s face was covered in blood, sticky blood stuck to his fist like silk. Then, he used his fist to send it back to the woman’s face.

The woman screamed in pain and struggled to hold the strong man’s arm, but it looked like she was shaking an iron wall, and it was useless. Her struggle soon weakened, and the screams slowly stopped. The arm that was holding the strong man fell down weakly, leaving only a slight moan of pain.

“Blow her head off! !”

“Harder, Harder!”

The cheers below the stage were crazy.

The Brawny man looked around and his gaze fell on the woman in his hand. He raised his fist and punched her forehead, one punch after another, until the back of his hand became numb, at this time, the woman stopped moaning and lost her breath.

The Brawny man let go of the hand that was holding her hair. The woman fell down and landed heavily on the stage. Her head was tilted, and a face that had been smashed into pieces looked at the barbed wire powerlessly, the faces outside the barbed wire were screaming excitedly. The only eye that was left was drooping, lifeless and empty.

No one noticed that a figure flashed through her dark, mirror-like pupils.

Behind the audience stand of this small underground arena was a narrow corridor. Behind the corridor was a circular wall that was surrounded on all four sides. There was a wide corridor at a certain distance from the wall, at this moment, people were leaving the audience seats one after another and turning around to enter the dark corridor at the back. The rest of the people were still sitting in the audience seats, excitedly preparing to watch the next match.

The dark corridor was inlaid with sparse fluorite, which looked much more luxurious than cheap oil lamps. The corridor was extremely deep and had several forks. The people who came here were obviously very familiar with these forks, they walked to the places they wanted to go.

Prana walked to the left-most forks of the long corridor. On the wall of this long corridor, there was a door at a certain distance. Obviously, there were rooms inside. Prana walked to the door of the dark golden patterned room with the number “108”engraved on it. As he approached, he heard waves of childish sobs coming from inside. He sighed in his heart, knowing that this lord was addicted to playing again.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door gently, then stood respectfully at the door, waiting for a response.

A moment later, a grumpy voice came from the room. “Who’s so blind? Do You Want to die? Huh? !”

Prana quickly said respectfully, “It’s me, my Lord. Lord luclan asked me to pass on a message to you.”Although luclan was a surname, there was no doubt that it was luclan-ster with the word “My lord”added after it.

“Come in!”The grumpy voice from inside said in a low voice, filled with suppressed anger.

The door was opened from the inside. A fair-skinned young knight smiled at Prana and said softly, “Please, sir.”

“Thank you.”Prana did not dare to be negligent. He knew that this person was the trusted aide of this sir, and also the man he doted on the most.

When he entered the room, he could faintly hear the tender voice of a child. He immediately heard it more clearly. He saw that this was an extremely spacious large room. Inside, there was a large bed and a few wardrobes, in addition, there were some shelves with strange utensils and a weapon rack. The things on the rack were not like swords and sabers. Instead, they were long whips and ropes with densely packed iron thorns.

At first glance, it looked like a torture chamber for interrogating prisoners.

Prana looked to the side of the bed and saw a slender middle-aged man leaning on the big bed. There were two small figures in his arms. They were seven or eight-year-old little girls, there was also a four or five-year-old boy with a childlike face. The skin of these two children was relatively clean. They were obviously not from poor families. There were no dark spots on their hands or faces. They looked extremely cute.

However, at this moment, there were obvious tears on the faces of the two children. Their dark pupils were filled with fear. Every time the middle-aged man touched their hair, the fear in his eyes intensified.

Other than these two children, there were three other children on the bed. However, they were all sitting by the side of the bed. Their bodies were curled up, shivering, and they let out low sobbing sounds.

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Prana took a look at them. Although he felt uncomfortable, he did not frown. His face was extremely calm. If it was the same prana from ten years ago, he would not be able to be so calm.

“Sir, Lord luclan asked me to call you to tell you that the pope has news,”Prana said respectfully.

The middle-aged man on the bed raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted, “Is he dead or Alive?”

Prana was not surprised at his rude words. He still said respectfully, “The pope seems to be fine. After the blessing ceremony in Martha Square, he disappeared again.”

“Well? What’s going on?”The middle-aged man said unhappily, “This old man has nothing to do. Why is he running around?”

Prana said respectfully, “Lord Lucran asked me to pass on a message. Please go over and talk to him.”

“How Annoying!”The middle-aged man was a little impatient, but he still slowly sat up from the bed. He pinched the soft faces of the two children with his hands. The irascibility in his eyes suddenly turned into greed and desire. He licked his lips, he picked up the little girl and kissed her hard.

The little girl was so scared that she tried her best to resist. Her little hand pushed against his chest, but how could it move him at all?

Suddenly, the little girl screamed and cried out loud.

At this moment, the middle-aged man opened his mouth, but there was half a piece of soft flesh in his mouth. He chewed it gently. It was a piece of the little girl’s lips.

“Delicious.”The middle-aged man closed his eyes and chewed in enjoyment. After chewing, he swallowed it. Then, he slowly opened his eyes and touched the little girl’s head that was crying in pain. His eyes revealed a fatherly doting look, he said softly, “Be good, be obedient, understand?”

The little girl kept crying, crying in pain.

The middle-aged man smiled and got off the bed. He was naked and barefoot on the clean wooden floor. He said to the white-skinned young knight by the door, “Bring me my clothes.”

The young knight nodded respectfully. He took out a luxurious suit from the wardrobe next to him and put it on for him.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand like a coat hanger, enjoying his service. When he tied his tie, he asked, “You’re not jealous, are you?”

“Why would I be?”The Young Knight’s face was slightly red.

The middle-aged man laughed and covered his tie to adjust himself. He looked at his own outfit in the mirror outside the wardrobe and was satisfied. Then, he took out a precision mechanical watch from a master, he put on his hat and looked elegant.

“Let’s go,”the middle-aged man said.

The young knight looked at the five children on the bed and said, “What about them?”

“As usual, I’ll kill them and feed them to little loach,”the middle-aged man said casually. After he finished, he buttoned his sleeves and turned around, ready to go out.

“You’re not even dressed properly. Why are you in such a hurry to go out?”A calm voice sounded.

The middle-aged man heard the voice but didn’t think much. He looked down and saw that the buttons of his clothes weren’t fastened properly. He frowned and was a bit angry, the young knight behind him shouted in surprise: “Who… Who Are You?”

The middle-aged man reacted as he heard the voice. He looked up and saw a figure in a black robe standing by the door. The loose hood covered most of his face, his fair and handsome chin was exposed.

“The Dean sent by the monastery has such a weak perception?”Dudian lifted the hood and looked at the middle-aged man indifferently, “The first button was wrong. I twisted it to the last button but I didn’t notice it. Are you too numb or have you already lost sight of it?”

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