In this iron cage that is only the size of a small room, eleven fierce men were squatting or sitting. These people were naked and wearing only a pair of shorts on their lower body. Their arms were well-melted between their waists and abdomen, and their scars were intertwined. They looked like bloodthirsty demons. At this time, these people were staring at him with bad eyes.

Ning Lang, who was already clamoring and cursing, saw that the situation was not right, and he couldn't help but shrink to a corner and looked at them vigilantly.

The big man sitting in the middle raised his chin and signaled. The strong man on both sides stood up, twisted his fists, twisted his neck, and approached step by step.

"You, what do you want to do?" Ning Lang retreated, but found that there was no place to retreat.

"What are you doing? When you enter here, of course you have to teach you the rules." One of them snorted coldly.

Two figures stepped forward, one on the left and the other on the right, and twisted his hand back, pushing his people forward.

"Don't do anything randomly, I have money, I can give you money." He said quickly.

"Money? Hahaha, it's a joke. What's the use of asking for money?" The man laughed loudly, and suddenly twisted his fist and shot it heavily into Ning Lang's abdomen. He leaned close to his ears: "Little fat man, let your grandpa teach you that money is useless to us in this place. Do you know? As long as the force is strong, even in this cage, it's the boss."

"Bang!"

While speaking, another fist shot down. He beat Ning Lang like a sandbag, punching him one by one, one punch and one punch, with hidden force. The bang bang bang bang bang bang bang sounded in the iron cage with Ning Lang's painful cry and muffled groan, which spread to the surroundings.

However, such things are so ordinary that no one cares about them at all. They only watch the show. After all, they are not the ones who get beaten up.

"Ah...stop hitting..."

His face turned red, with blood on the corner of his mouth. He was pulled and hit the iron cage. There were also a few black and blue places on his face. The pain in his body made him curl together. The people here were either great spirit masters or great martial artists, or foundation-building monks. He didn't have spiritual power now. Even if he had one, he could not beat so many people alone!

In the past, no matter where he was, no one dared to beat him like this. Today, he was caught here and sold and beaten up. He felt angry and depressed in his heart.

For the first time, I realized that after leaving home and without the people around me to protect him, his own strength could not protect himself at all. As these people said, it was useless for them to ask for money when they were locked in such a place. For the first time in his life, he felt relaxed in his heart.

He hurried on the ground and tried his best to protect his head, gritting his teeth and not begging for mercy.

In the dark, Feng Jiu looked at this scene quietly, watching him holding his head and rolling on the ground like a little beast, looking at the anger and aggrievance in his eyes, and seeing a hint of confusion in his eyes.

She did not come forward, nor did she stop them, because the beatings of those people were just skin trauma and would not be fatal. What she wanted was to teach him a lesson, give him a warning, and let him figure out why he was in such a situation.
Chapter completed!