Roger saw the Arab slaves in the hut looking at him.

He seemed to be standing on the African grassland, and in front of him was a lion.

He looked around and saw some small groups who did not dare to provoke the villains, but were not afraid of them either.

There are two father and son, three brothers, and several people from the same village, just like elephants, cheetahs, and hyenas on the grassland.

Most of the slaves are those individuals who have some strength but dare not resist the villains, like the bison, wildebeest, and gazelle on the grassland.

There are also the old and weak, who are resigned to being bullied by others, like aardvarks, warthogs, and jumping rabbits.

Now, Roger has entered this grassland. He must abide by the rules here. He needs a place that belongs to him.

Unwilling to give in, Roger chose to challenge the lion, saying, "What if I say no?"

The villain stared fiercely at Roger and said, "I don't like people saying no to my requests."

Roger said with a mocking provocation: "Do you want me to shit on your face, and I have to say yes?"

The slaves laughed "chichi" and the villain's face turned red.

The villain said angrily: "I'm going to show you how powerful you are. I'll beat you until you can't even recognize your parents."

The villain swooped up like a lion, slapped Roger left and right, and slapped Roger wildly.

Roger covered his head with his arms and looked like he was badly beaten. In fact, he blocked all the attacks with his arms.

Roger knows that attacking is more physically demanding than defending.

Sure enough, the villain soon lost his strength. Although he was still waving his arms, the blows he hit on Roger's arm became lighter each time.

So Roger launched a counterattack.

He took advantage of the gap between the villain's raised right hand and a slightly upward upward hook with his left hand, hitting the villain in the middle of the lower ribs on the right side.

The uppercut was so heavy and ruthless that the villain immediately succumbed.

Roger's face instantly turned pale when he saw him, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his mouth opened wide, but he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

Roger knew he had hit the villain in the liver, if not bursting it, it was certainly injured.

The villain cannot breathe in this situation, and after a while, he may suffocate.

Roger didn't want to kill the other person.

He knew that Heller regarded all slaves as his property and strictly ordered that no one could kill slaves without his permission.

So Roger stepped forward, turned his back to the villain, held his arms behind his back with both hands, and carried him up.

Roger's butt pressed against the opponent's lower back, shaking up and down to make the opponent relax. He heard the villain take a long breath and resume breathing.

So Roger put the villain down and said, "Do you want to fight again?"

The villain lay on the ground panting and shaking his head.

Roger ignored him and walked away, placing the food next to the bed where he slept.

Suddenly he saw a slave in front of him who he had given food to, and his eyes widened in surprise.

The man opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but seemed afraid to say it.

Roger's ears ultimately didn't hear what the slave in front of him said, but he heard the sound of something cutting through the air behind him.

So he suddenly turned around to defend himself, and a wooden stick hit his blocking arm, causing pain like a bone.

Roger saw that the villain was holding a wooden crowbar used to pry sulfur mines, and he swung it and hit him again.

He ducked past.

The villains chased and beat him.

The space in the shack was very small, and Roger had no way to dodge and was hit several more times.

But he avoided the vital points. These blows caused him pain, but they did not make him lose his fighting ability.

He was very angry. He had just saved the other party, but this ungrateful guy repaid him with a sneak attack.

He endured the pain, looked at the right position and backed away, causing the villain to swing at him again with a stick.

He crouched down to avoid the stick, which hit the pillar supporting the shack and broke into two pieces.

Roger took advantage of the opponent's daze and rushed forward with a low body.

He hugged his opponent's legs with both hands, pulled back hard, and at the same time thrust his shoulders forward to push the opponent's thighs, slamming the villain onto his back.

Then Roger picked up the half of the stick that fell on the ground, and struck the fallen villain like a sword.

The villain wailed, cursed, rolled, and struggled like a turtle crawling on the ground.

Roger kicked the villain on the butt, knocking him to the ground.

He stepped on the opponent's back, jumped up to the villain's neck, knelt down, and pressed the villain's neck tightly with his knees.

The villain was still struggling to get up.

Roger knew the villain couldn't get up, and doing so would only make his neck bones more painful.

In this position, even a martial arts master would find it very difficult to break free.

An unskilled villain just struggles around. If the villain is strong enough, he can even break his own neck bone.

Roger has completely taken the initiative.

He grabbed the villain's hair and turned his head.

He pressed the broken tip of the half-part of the stick he was holding into the other person's eyes.

Roger said: "Surrender or die!"

A series of swear words burst out from the villain's mouth.

Roger repeated again: "Surrender or die!"

The villain was still struggling, shouting:

"You don't dare to kill me, you don't dare, Master Heller won't let you go.

"Asshole, let me go, let me go. If you don't let me go, believe it or not, I will kill you later..."

Roger knew that this matter could not be solved, and a cold voice sounded in his mind: If the grass is cut but the roots are not removed, the spring breeze will bring new growth.

Roger dipped his wrist and drove the stick into the villain's eye socket.

Ignoring the other person's painful howl, he increased his strength and drove the wooden stick into the other person's brain.

The villain's whole body was twitching, and blood spurted from his eye sockets.

Roger pulled out the stick and swallowed the nausea that rose up in his throat.

He stood up and held the wooden stick stained white and red.

He said to the Arab slaves around him: "Who else?"

He saw someone vomiting, heard the clicking of teeth, and smelled urine.

He turned around slowly and looked at the elephants, cheetahs, and hyenas. No one dared to look at him.

He glanced at the buffalo, wildebeest, gazelle, aardvark, warthog, and jumping rabbit, and all he could see was fear.

Roger then dropped the stick and went to sleep on his own bunk.

When Roger woke up in the morning, he saw that the body had been dragged out.

But the food he put there did not decrease at all.

Roger knew that from now on, he would replace the villain as a lion.

Roger has no interest in becoming the king of this mine. Becoming a lion is just the first step for him.

He knew that a lion could kill a wildebeest, but it could not make the wildebeest do what it commanded.

Those slaves will be afraid of him, but that doesn't mean they will only obey his orders.
Chapter completed!