Heartbreaker

I like prison.Dirty, filthy, foul-smelling, full of evil and despair, countless corruptions and gloom stuck to the moss in the corner, slippery like snot. "Fucking piece of shit, bastard coward..." Lame Reig has been swearing behind me since I entered the city, and although he didn't name him, everyone knows who the hell he's talking about.

I moved my stiff neck with a click, "Reige, is your pig leg fucking itchy again?"

"Fuck|you|dammit, you dare to handcuff us, you rotten son of a bitch." He waved the shackles on his hands fiercely at me, and dragged the criminal beside him staggeringly.No wonder he was so angry, the criminals in the exile team were going to be chained together. When I chopped off the head of the Twilight Empire escort officer, the first thing I did was to handcuff this lame bastard to death.He barked and roared like a mad dog along the way, and I handcuffed Armless Emu and One-Eyed Aiur together again.

Then he barked even harder, and even the spittle that spewed out was poisonous.Let the cripple fuck off, but he doesn't want to, and now he's farting.Fortunately, his two brothers were pulling his shackles from left to right, preventing him from jumping up and gnawing on my head, otherwise I would have to chop his good leg into joints of meat.

"I know what you're thinking." His face was almost twisted into a snail shell, "Don't think about taking advantage of it all by yourself. If there are no three of us, you're just a piece of shit that flies don't care about!"

I turned around, took a few strides, and slammed a knee on Laige's stomach!The order of the whole team was disturbed by me like porridge in a frying pan, the metal shackles collided and scratched each other, and dozens of mouths yelled, as if someone threw a weasel into the chicken coop.

The crippled Raig didn't expect that I would actually hit him with my upper leg. As soon as Shan Li's legs and feet fell to the ground, I immediately punched his crooked ugly face a few times.Then began to trample on his lame leg.Bad luck for him, I'm in such a bad mood right now that I need a human sandbag.Only fools specialize in the strong parts, and I knew his weak point was his legs, so I slapped him bluntly, wanting to smash him into a mess.

"Fuck, stop it, Lemon!" Broken Arm Emu roared angrily, as if he was going to come over and kill me in the next second.One-eyed Aiur was handcuffed. He covered his head, wrapped me between his arms, and dragged me aside.

"Lemon, calm down."

His dark voice was like a jar over my head.I gasped heavily with red veins on my face, and shouted with bloodshot eyes, "Why don't you fucking let that crippled dog calm down!"

"Who picked it?"

After every commotion subsides, a few stupid bastards have to step up and put on a show.A shadow lay between the few of us.It was the leading knight, with silver armor as bright as a puddle of cold piss.He strode between us, lifted his mask, his cold eyes reminded people of the cold giant trees in the Ice Armor Forest.

I grinned at him and said, "It's me."

He said to Ir, "Give him to me."

Ior stared straight at him with one eye, as if a poisonous snake could emerge, "No."

"I won't abuse him by lynching him. It's against the law." The knight said coldly, "It's just to prevent Lemon Bone Spur from causing trouble again. I know better than you about his destructive power to justice and order."

Lame Raig yelled, "Come here, Irre!"

One-eyed Aiur twitched his eyebrows, and looked at me hesitantly.I said, "Just let your elder brother shut up that stinky mouth, it will help me a lot."

He nodded, and let me go to the knight. Before leaving, he did not forget to frighten me with his cold, one-eyed eye.The knight stood in front of me and said to me, "If you can guarantee that you will not cause trouble on the next journey, I can loosen your shackles."

"Oh, then you should handcuff me."

The knight stopped talking, pulled down his mask again, led the horse with one hand, and pulled my chain with the other. His broad back in silver armor was like a snow-covered mountain, leading the exile team to the brick-red prison standing in the vast white snow .

I stepped on a series of footprints on the snow and said casually, "Prince Airon doesn't appreciate you very much."

The knight's shoulders froze for a moment, and he turned to face me.I couldn't see his expression through the helmet, so I stepped forward and pushed his mask up by myself.

He took a step back subconsciously, and I wanted to take every slight change in his expression into my eyes, "Really, knight?"

His brown eyes hooked me tightly, and his whole body suddenly overflowed with murderous and cold air, "You are not worthy to say the name of the former prince of the Wanjiang Empire."

"Fuck you." I retorted and said nothing more.When you want to ridicule someone but can't find the right words, it's more helpless than pudding under chili sauce.I don't have much impression of this golden-brown head, but I vaguely feel that there seems to be such a fool who can't be cut crookedly beside Ai Rong back then.

Although it has nothing to do with me.

****

A strange howl came through the wall, "Die, die, die, die!!"

Oh, that scene is so fucking beautiful, the most poetic scene I've seen in almost a month.As soon as the deportation team walked through the long revolving steps of the prison, they saw a beast-like prisoner strangling a jailer's neck and slamming into the iron fence, causing blood to splash everywhere.Some in the line gasped in horror, others laughed like they had been hit by vats of gold.

I yelled, "Oh, smash his teeth! Cut his mouth! Well done, man!"

Several knights escorting the prisoner quickly went up to separate the two.The entire face of the jailer was battered, and he lay on the ground moaning with his eyes turned white.The prisoner was kicked and spitting and cursing, "Damn it, let you be a bitch! I licked your face!"

"Drag him out and hand him over to the prison officer!" The knight who was pulling my chain roared angrily, his stern face as ice and snow stained a little sullen.The other knights picked up the hapless guy who was beaten to death and hurried out of the prison, leaving only this big knight fool who couldn't be crooked, staring at our mocking or panicked faces aggressively, with his chest covered in armor. It undulated fiercely.

"Damn...may God forgive you!" The idiot could only hold back the words, as if "damn" was the limit of his swearword vocabulary.We laughed again.My fucking stomach hurts from laughing, but the idiot opened the cell door, pulled the chain, and threw me in.

I bumped into a dark shadow, which screamed, and I realized it was a dry old man with a red, snub nose and thinning hair hanging on his head, huddled in a corner like a Like a grasshopper.At first glance I thought it was Chichikov, since all old men look alike to me.

The idiot was assigning cells to the remaining criminals. Obviously, the prisoners attacked the jailer made him very angry, and threw several prisoners into it like throwing eggs one after another.That idiot's arms are pretty strong, and he doesn't have time to grow a tall muscular frame.

One-eyed Ior slipped into my cell and sat down without saying a word.I glanced at him, "Is the cripple sick again?"

"You've gone a little too far." He answered irrelevantly, and just stared at me unhappily, "Brother, he just speaks a little harshly, I thought you knew."

I said, "You think it's a fart, I just want to beat him up." All the criminals were assigned to the cells, and the idiot walked calmly in the aisle where the swearing was constant, and his steps were fucking decent Dead, more orderly than death knell.He paused as he passed by my cell, and I didn't even need to look up to feel the sharpness and doubt in his brown eyes.

"I've investigated, and you killed a lot of people." The idiot said, "But the people of Twilight Empire accounted for [-]%."

I sneered, "Are you going to award me the Medal of Honor?"

"Do you know about Saul's royal family?"

"Fuck the royal family." I leaned against the wall, squinted at him and sneered, "They've already rolled into the tomb."

The idiot didn't ask me any more, probably knowing that talking to me would be tantamount to humiliating himself.I looked at him with a smile, and suddenly saw the pain flashing in his eyes, hitting my head like a bolt of lightning.I widened my eyes with great interest and even whistled, but he turned around quickly and walked out of the prison with heavy steps.

I fell on the wall, bit off a black hairpin pinned to the skirt of my clothes, and poked through the keyhole to open the shackles.With a click, the two halves of the iron block fell to the ground clangingly.I untied Aihe again, and the old man in the same cell stared at us as if he had discovered a new world, "God... this... you guys are really amazing!"

I giggled and said, "I'm a frequent visitor to the prison. It's not too difficult to break the lock." I also unshackled the old man, and he shook his hands much lighter, laughing happily, "Thank you God……"

Gave the old man a favor, and I asked what interested me, "What's up with the guy who smashed the jailer's head?"

"That's a long story." The old man leaned against the damp wall and shook his head, "Have you heard of 'mixed fighting'?"

I exchanged glances with Eyre.We couldn't have known better about "scramblers," which is why some of us chose to go to jail.There is a rumor circulating outside that the criminals exiled to Vulture City by the Twilight Empire will voluntarily participate in this event hosted by the city's only regular army——"Winter Ting Legion".All the prisoners were divided into two teams, one with blue kerchiefs around their necks and one with red kerchiefs around their necks.It is not allowed to use sharp weapons in the melee, and it is not allowed to kill people, but you can choose to escape.The big men of the knight order will observe the qualified and conscientious prisoners in the melee, and take them under their command. Those who are outstanding and upright can even become small officers directly.

The old man pondered, "The jailer and the prisoner in the same cell as me were imprisoned together. Both of them voluntarily participated in the melee. The jailer was approved by the higher-ups, but the prisoner was still a prisoner. After being imprisoned at the same time On that day, who would have thought that the gap in the future would be so disparate?"

I snorted, "What's the point of being a jailer?"

"It's not just the jailer." The old man sighed, "It's the difference in status. The jailer got rid of his status as a prisoner, and instead started to deal with the poor people who came in with him back then but failed to change their fate."

One-eyed Ior said in a deep voice, "That guy deserves it."

"Hahaha, it's interesting."

I casually raised my legs.Many down-and-out aristocrats of the old country in Vulture City still harbor hatred for the Twilight Empire. The marshal of the legion was also a stubborn defender of the frontier, otherwise he would not have been exiled to this ghost place.The Marshal of the Winter Ting Army believes that people who are judged criminals by the Twilight Empire are not necessarily villains, especially criminals from the old country (obviously this is a stereotype of Aiwujiwu)-so this is our best way to infiltrate the Winter Ting Army.

It’s okay for Ai Er to say that I don’t know if the limbs and limbs of Reiger and Eminem can get into the eyes of the marshal.Lame Laig probably also thought of this level, so he deliberately found fault.

Eyre asked the old man, "You don't join in the melee?"

The old man said in horror, "God, I don't want to go to that place... I watched from a distance through the iron fence. Although the rule is not to use sharp objects, it's just... almost..."

"...It's hell on earth..."

"—hahahahahaha!"

I burst out laughing suddenly, and while laughing, I punched the concrete floor below me viciously a few times.Aie looked at me, shook his head, but raised one corner of his mouth with a half-smile.

"Going?" He asked in a non-questioning tone.I clenched my fists, then loosened them, folded my hands behind my head, and said with a sneer, "I want to win."

I must win.