Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

"My name is Brother Ji, and I am the boss here. You must obey me from now on, do you understand?"

Brother Chicken raised his head, raised his thumb, and pointed at himself. .shung

Then he was pulled aside by the new bald brother.

"Hey! Are you deaf?" Chicken Brother said angrily.

But suddenly, he couldn't care less about being angry.

Because he saw the bald newcomer carrying a small backpack on his back.

The bald man walked to the middle of the cell, sat down cross-legged, and opened his backpack.

Ham, luncheon meat, lettuce so fresh it's still dripping with water. There are also two full cans of drinking water.

There was also some food and water underneath, filling the small backpack to the brim.

Gudong, gudong—these are all the sounds of Brother Ji and others swallowing.

Even Song Fang felt a sense of yearning. He has been lying here for so many days. Although his body is not short of energy and water, they are all pumped directly into his body from the water bladder and nutrient pump in his abdomen, and his mouth is very lonely.

But since he could only blink at this moment, he could only continue to be lonely.

Even if he could move, he wouldn't touch the food.

The bald man picked up the lettuce and ate it in front of everyone.

Click, click.

It’s simply the most tickling mukbang.

Brother Ji sucked hard. "Well, brother, you have a lot of stuff here."

"Huh?" The bald head raised his eyelids, "Do you have a share in seeing me?"

"It's your acquaintance."

Brother Ji rubbed his hands, his eyes stuck to the ham and he couldn't pull it off, "Well, well, we are not unreasonable people. You brought these things in, so naturally you take the majority. Water and food Divide it into three-to-seven, you take three of it, and the five of us share the remaining seven, how about it? Fair enough, right?"

"Well, that's fair indeed."

The bald man smiled and nodded, chewing on the lettuce. Click, click. "Then come and get it."

Brother Chicken was upset by the crisp sound: "Here, this lettuce must be counted in your three portions!"

After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the ham.

"Caesar, what are you doing!"

Chicken Brother gets angry at Caesar. His fingers were less than two centimeters away from the ham, but Caesar grabbed his arm!

The more anxious Caesar became, the more speechless he became. He held back four words for a long time: "Don't eat it, it's not good."

Of course, Brother Ji didn't want to talk to him at all. He waved away Caesar's hand impatiently: "Go away! Who are you! You think we can't live without you, right? Do you think I'm willing to drink the water under your skin? It smells like stinky feet." "

A hurt expression flashed across Caesar's face, but he still grabbed Brother Chicken and glanced desperately at Song Fang, meaning that Brother Chicken should pay attention to Song Fang's eyes.

Song Fang lay there, trying his best to signal everyone with his eyes not to be impulsive.

Isn't it weird?

They were all prisoners. Why could Brother Chicken bring in only two apples (Song Fang didn't want to remember where he brought them in)? How could this man come in openly carrying a backpack full of food?

If he was not mistaken, these people should be the "gladiators" mentioned in the information Cather gave him.

Thousands of years ago, the Roman Colosseum was famous for its time, and most of the gladiators were various prisoners and slaves. But there are also some free people who take the initiative to join the gladiator team for various reasons. They either covet the fame that comes with becoming a gladiator, or they long for the large sums of money that can be obtained by winning a gladiator. Some are forced to have no choice but to take risks, and some simply have too much leisure and want to find some excitement. All in all, this is the result of the highly entertaining nature of gladiatorial combat.

Today, the death penalty is also highly entertaining.

Since these people are no longer needed and must be killed, why not make use of them.

Adhering to this idea, death penalty entertainment gradually emerged in the interstellar era. Death row prisoners are no longer prisoners waiting to pay for their sins with their lives, but toys. If played well, the toy itself can also reap considerable benefits.

Therefore, there are some people whose crimes are not serious enough to be thrown to the Death Star, and some who have not committed any crime at all, but actively request to go to the Death Star. These people were called gladiators.

Anyone who can do this will naturally not be a kind person.

"Why, if you don't count me, how old is he? How dare he take care of me as soon as he stores food!" Chicken Brother was angry, completely pushed Caesar aside, turned around and grabbed the ham next to the package.

But who knows, the food is not there!

Blue took the lead, grabbing the ham in his left hand and the luncheon meat in his right hand, and then ran away quickly.

Brother Chicken’s eyes were red. This kid actually dares to cause trouble! He immediately stepped forward and chased me: "Hand over the food!"

Baldhead is still eating lettuce. Click, click.

After taking the last bite of lettuce, he clapped his hands, shook off the water drops on his hands, and walked towards Blue.

Blue is being surrounded by Chicken Brother and Bolases. The latter two wanted to snatch the food back from Blue, but Blue hugged the two pieces of food tightly and would not let go even if Brother Chicken kicked his back several times.

The bald man walked up to Blue, and regardless of Chicken Brother and Bolases, he grabbed Blue by the collar of his vest and lifted him up.

Then the other hand grabbed his head and tore it from his neck.

Yes, not strangling him, nor breaking his neck.

It's as if Blue is not a person, just a fragrant roast duck.

Blood was like bullets from a machine gun, spraying straight upward from Blue's neck and hitting the ceiling.

The bald head was tossed casually, and Blue's still-glaring head was thrown to the ground, bouncing, bouncing, and then rolling.

Blood is still spurting.

"Brother Chicken!"

Caesar suddenly roared, shattering the stagnant air!

Brother Ji's neck was stiff and he turned his head one by one. But before he could see his bald head, he was lifted up by the comb.

Borases wet his pants and crawled away on his hands and knees.

"Ahhhh!￥￥￥!!"

Caesar switched to speaking his own dialect, didn't stutter at all, and rushed past at no slow speed!

The bald man's other hand had already pinched Brother Chicken's shoulder. As long as he twisted his hands, Brother Chicken's head came off.

But Caesar hugged him around the waist and tightened him as much as possible, which caused him some trouble, so he freed up a hand and knocked on Caesar's back.

As a hybrid with the Iron Tree Tribe, Caesar is definitely a rough-skinned and thick-bodied type. His skin is not only thick, but also hard. Coupled with the hollow sacs under the skin, it can well buffer external impact and protect the tender internal organs in the body.

Someone once did a study where the Iron Tree people were hung in front of a target and compared with human targets wearing body armor. The target was smashed, but the Iron Tree people didn't do anything at all and simply fell asleep.