Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The heavy iron door made a loud clang, like a beast opening its bloody mouth.

The prisoners filed out of the cells, and the air was filled with the stench of sweat, mildew, and an indescribable strange smell. It was simply a large-scale biological and chemical weapons scene.

Free time is up!

Han Da Lao swung his arms and walked out of the cell sideways like a crab.

He was followed by more than forty younger brothers, all of whom were strong and sturdy, and it was obvious that they were not people to be trifled with.

If you didn’t know what was going on, you would think we were going to participate in some team-building activity.

They marched towards the innermost end of the floor where the reading room was located. Their pace and momentum were

If you don’t know, you might think they are going to attend a gang meeting, and if you don’t know, you might think they are going to walk on the catwalk.

The reading room is located in the deepest part of the prison. It is usually deserted, but today it is particularly lively.

In the corner, three guys in uniform sat upright, with the word "believer" embroidered on the badges on their chests.

Needless to say, these three are the three big bosses of the [Believers] organization, seats 12, 6 and 4.

Boss Han and his younger brothers surrounded the three people, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

The twelfth seat raised his head, looked at Han Da Lao with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Han Da Lao, what brings you here today? Is there something wrong?"

Old Han grinned, revealing a row of big yellow teeth, like a beast ready to hunt.

"Can't I come and see you three if I have nothing else to do? I'm a 'celebrity' in this fasting center after all."

He deliberately emphasized the word "celebrity" and his tone was full of sarcasm.

Liu Xi frowned, feeling that something was not right.

This old man Han usually has nothing to do with them, but today he suddenly acted like this, so he must have no good intentions.

"Boss Han, if you have something to say, just say it. We have something else to do."

Mr. Han laughed heartily, and his laughter echoed in the empty reading room, sounding particularly harsh.

"Don't be impatient, this is just the beginning..."

He paused, his eyes swept over the three people, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Today, I came to chat with you..."

The fourth seat stood up, blocking the way between the twelfth and sixth seats, and said in a deep voice: "Boss Han, what do you want to do?"

Mr. Han put away his smile and his face instantly turned gloomy.

He waved his hand suddenly, and more than forty younger brothers behind him immediately surrounded the three of them, leaving them no escape.

"What?"

Han Da Lao curled his lips into a cold smile, "Of course..."

He deliberately dragged out his voice, his eyes fixed on the four people, "I'll teach you how to behave!"

Elder Han sneered, "Stop talking to me about 'believers'! In this fasting center, I'm the rule!"

He clapped his hands like a monkey performing a show, "Brothers, let them know why the flowers are so red!"

Before he could finish his words, more than forty of his men rushed forward like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

The reading room instantly turned into a battlefield, with fists and kicks fighting, screams and roars one after another.

This is not a chat at all, it's clearly a one-sided beating lesson!

Although the twelfth, sixth, and fourth seats were very skilled, they were no match for four people and were quickly drowned in the crowd.

The battle here was in full swing, but on the other side, An Qing'er encountered trouble.

As soon as she walked out of the cell, she was stopped by a burly man with a face full of flesh and a hideous scar on his left cheek.

It was obvious that the scarred man was not a good person, and his eyes were full of lust.

"Hey, isn't this An Qing'er? I haven't seen you for a few days. You look more beautiful now."

The scarred man rubbed his hands, his tone so greasy it made people sick.

An Qing'er frowned slightly, thinking to herself that something was wrong.

This scarred man is one of Han Dalao's lackeys and is a notorious sex-hungry man.

She took a step back calmly and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

The scarred man chuckled and blocked her way.

"Don't be so cold. Boss Han said he wants to invite you for a cup of tea."

An Qing'er knew that this so-called "drinking tea" definitely had no good intentions.

She rolled her eyes and figured it out.

"Brother Scar, you may not know that I haven't been feeling well lately, so I'm afraid I can't have tea with Boss Han."

She held her stomach and pretended to be in pain.

The man with the scar obviously didn't buy it.

"Stop pretending! It's your blessing that Boss Han likes you. Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit!" He reached out to grab An Qing'er's wrist.

An Qing'er was quick-witted and dodged his dirty hands.

"Brother Scar, if you dare to touch me, can you bear the consequences if Boss Han blames you?"

The scarred man hesitated for a moment. He knew Mr. Han's temper. If he angered him, the consequences would be disastrous.

Just then, a voice came from the end of the corridor: "Scar, what are you doing?"

The scarred man's expression changed, and he quickly turned around to look...

Han Da Lao kicked the Twelve Seats in the stomach and spat, "With your mediocre skills, you dare to call yourselves [believers]? It really makes me laugh!"

Twelve Seats covered his stomach, his face pale, but unable to resist.

Seats six and four were not much better off. They were beaten black and blue and lay on the ground like two dead dogs.

Han Da Lao was in high spirits, punching and kicking, while not forgetting to taunt: "I told you to show off! I told you to be arrogant! Now you know how powerful I am, don't you?"

He hit harder and harder, as if he wanted to vent all his resentment.

After more than ten minutes, Han Da Lao got tired of beating and stopped.

He clapped his hands and said to his brothers with a smug look on his face: "Come on, brothers, let's go back and drink some wine and eat some meat!"

After saying that, he left with his brothers, leaving the three [Believers] groaning on the ground.

Twelve Seats struggled to get up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with anger and humiliation.

He knew that he had stumbled this time, but when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

In a place like the fasting center, the bigger the fist, the more powerful it is.

He could only endure silently and wait for the opportunity to take revenge.

As soon as An Qing'er walked out of the cell, she was blocked by the man with the scar.

The scarred man looked her up and down, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"Did you do what happened to the One-Eyed Man?" He asked in a low voice with a hint of threat.

An Qing'er was shocked but remained calm on the surface.

"Brother Scar, what are you talking about? I don't understand." She pretended to be calm and tried to get away with it.

The scarred man sneered, "Stop pretending! The One-Eyed Man has always been at odds with you. If he dies, you'll be the biggest beneficiary!"

An Qing'er took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

"Brother Scar, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything you want. What does One-Eyed Dragon's death have to do with me? What evidence do you have?"

The scarred man narrowed his eyes and stared at An Qing'er for a long time, as if trying to find some flaws on her face.

"Why do you want to go to the fasting house?"

An Qing'er's heart tightened, this was the problem she was most worried about.

She hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "I...I am because..."

"Why?" The scarred man pressed on, his tone becoming increasingly harsh.

The scarred man narrowed his eyes, staring at An Qing'er intently, and said in a low voice: "Why did you want to enter the fasting center?"

An Qing'er's heart tightened, but she remained calm on the surface and said slowly, "I...I was imprisoned because I was investigating something."

She paused deliberately, her eyes evading, as if looking for an excuse.

The scarred man's eyes became more suspicious, as if he was weighing whether An Qing'er's words were credible.

"What are you investigating? Is the death of One-Eye Dragon related to this?"

An Qing'er took a deep breath and tried to sound sincere. "Brother Scar, I really don't know what One-Eyed Dragon's death has to do with me."

"I came in to look for some clues. It has nothing to do with the matter of the one-eyed man."

The scarred man obviously still didn't quite believe it, but his eyes gradually relaxed a little.

He looked An Qing'er up and down, and muttered to himself: Could this woman really be someone important?

Although he had doubts in his heart, he had no more evidence, so he could only put the idea aside for the time being.

"Well, you're lucky." The scarred man said coldly, but there was still a hint of distrust in his eyes.

He rubbed his hands and suddenly laughed with a hint of lewdness: "However, Boss Han is very interested in you, you have to cooperate."

An Qing'er's heart trembled, but she knew she couldn't appear too scared.

She smiled slightly and said casually, "Brother Scar, I'm really a little tired. Can I go to the bathroom first?"

The scarred man was stunned for a moment, then a sly look flashed in his eyes: "Okay, then I'll let you go first. But I have to accompany you, so you don't run off and cause trouble again."

An Qing'er's heart sank, but she remained calm on the surface and said lightly, "Well, Scar Brother, you are so considerate."

The two walked towards the bathroom, one in front and the other behind. The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing.

An Qing'er was secretly calculating in her heart, wondering if she could find an opportunity to escape at this critical moment.

She suddenly stopped, looked back at the scarred man, and smiled meaningfully: "Brother Scar, you have to follow me closely, don't let me run away."

The scarred man felt something in his heart and subconsciously reached out to grab An Qing'er's hand, but An Qing'er had cleverly dodged it.

There was a glint of cunning in her eyes, as if she had a bigger plan.

At this moment, the metal door at the end of the corridor opened with a click...