Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

The whip left an afterimage in the air, and everyone only heard a sound. Luke, who was muscular and as tall as a mountain, fell to the ground with a bang, hitting three onlookers who had not reacted in time, and knocked down several of them.

The three lucky spectators were hit so hard that they felt dizzy, saw stars, and their stomachs were churning.

The noise stopped and the entire mine was silent, with only the sound of the wind.

The angelic girl flicked the whip casually, a look of surprise on her face, she looked up at the sky, blinked her eyes, and said with emotion: "It's good to be young, you can fall asleep as soon as you lie down."

250: [.......] The result was already expected. 250 looked at Luke lying unconscious on the ground and loosened his hands that were covering his eyes.

Everyone still didn't react, staring blankly at Luke's fallen back. There was a slanting bloodstain, the flesh at the edge of the wound was curled up, and dark red blood was flowing out mixed with the blood foam inside. Under the blood foam was a mixture of red and white, indicating the exposed spine.

Everyone had only one thought in their mind: Is this person... still alive?

The fear slowly came over them. The devils heard the girl's sweet voice, asking without any impurities, "Who's next?"

Everyone shuddered and looked at the golden-haired Angela. The smile on the girl's face no longer aroused any interest in them. They just felt a chill down their spines and a chill of fear. When they heard her question, they swallowed hard and took several steps back in unison.

Who is the devil after all? !

Seeing everyone's reaction, Hua Xia felt bored and said with a rather regretful tone, "You said you wanted to play, but you're not coming. What a shame!"

Her indifferent eyes swept over everyone, and everyone instinctively avoided interacting with her. Only Heber, who was unable to react in time, met the gaze of the god of death again, and suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Coupled with the weird surveillance footage, this woman seemed even more unfathomable.

The girl suddenly smiled at him. Heber took a step back and was a little unsteady on his feet.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind me. It was Disi who climbed up from the mine. His body was also covered in blood, but it was obvious that most of it was from other people.

The man walked over with steady steps, and glanced at everyone with a cold look. Even though he was covered in dust, he still had an intimidating temperament. Heber was supported by Rom, and suddenly saw the woman who frightened him throw away the whip in her hand. She cried out and raised her hand to the man: "My hand hurts~"

Disi's eyes suddenly softened, and he frowned and asked in a stiff voice, "What's wrong?"

In fact, from the scene in front of him and the fearful looks everyone gave the girl, Disi could tell that all this was her doing. Also, anyone who could be sent to Monagan to carry out a mission would not be a simple character, even if she was a woman.

These thoughts lasted only a second. Disi saw the faint red on Hua Xia's palm and felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He blurted out, "Why do you have to do it yourself?"

Everyone: “.......” Your hand hurts, what the hell is wrong with your hand?

What are you pretending for?!

Also, you two are having an affair!

Wilder looked at the new batch of medical patients and felt a lump in his throat: "......" No, his salary was indeed going to be reduced!

After packing up the tools and walking to a chair, Wilder took the tweezers and dipped the cotton in alcohol. With mixed feelings, he looked at Disi: "This..." Is this also considered an injury?

Hua Xia stretched out her hand, and her palm was almost swollen.

Dis raised his eyes in silence with a cold gaze, and Wilder resigned himself to his fate as he smeared alcohol and potion on Hua Xia's hands.

"......"

The small space was filled with people. Heber was on guard, and the other prisoners were taken back. But no one dared to ask Disi to go back to his cell! Although he thought so!

He felt vaguely, no, he felt strongly that Monagan's long-standing "peaceful" order would be broken and new changes would come.

And it can't be stopped.

The light of the incandescent lamp was dazzling. Luke was dazzled when he opened his eyes. The memories in his mind slowly recalled the mine, the lesson of Disi, and little Angela. His memory stayed at the moment when he turned his back, and he was still slowly waiting for the sweetheart's whip to fall.

However, he was unable to land, and after a moment he suddenly realized that he was not standing and the surrounding environment was not a mine.

"Awake?" Wilder glanced at Luke, who was too big to fit on a hospital bed, and casually injected a new drug into the bottle of medicine next to him.

"Don't move, lie down." Luke subconsciously wanted to turn over, but was stopped by Wilder.

"Where am I?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Luke realized that his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

Wilder: "Monagan, where else?"

nonsense!

His memory stayed at that moment, and he could not remember anything that happened afterwards. Afterwards, he felt a sharp pain and realized that he had been attacked. Someone ambushed him!

However, even if someone attacked him, he shouldn't have forgotten it.

He seems to have lost his memory.

Luke spoke with difficulty: "My brain..."

He changed the question: "What's wrong with me?"

Wilder threw the medical waste into the trash can, thinking of the miserable state of Luke when he treated his wound, and then thought of the evil spirit. He hummed for a while and replied: "Your... body accidentally hit Anlin's whip, and then, you... became anemic and fainted..."

After saying this, Wilder affirmed himself: "Yes, that's right."

His body...hit...Anlin's...whip? !

Why don't they say that he accidentally fell while walking and died? !

Wilder reminded him implicitly: "Since it was an accident, you should be more restrained in the future and walk carefully on flat roads."

Luke: “….” What a psycho.

But he still understood what Wilder meant, which was to tell him not to provoke that woman easily. What was unbelievable to him was that Wilder's implicit meaning was that An Lin whipped him unconscious.

When Luke saw the photo of his wounds from Wilder, the whip marks across his back were so deep that the bones were visible, and they were almost bursting. The pain was countless times more severe than what he had felt personally. Luke asked himself if he could inflict such powerful whip marks, and the answer was no.

There's something wrong with Anlin's whip! This was the first thought in Luke's mind.

His eyes gradually became full of ruthlessness, he would remember this grudge!

Wilder turned around and took a glimpse, then he sighed. He couldn't help but want to blame An Lin for whipping the man unconscious. Look, this person has never learned his lesson!

It's his turn to be in trouble again!