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In that instant, all the prisoners in the dungeon saw this scene.

A group of men wearing the uniform of a yamen runner charged towards the delicate man at the other end, shouting and holding large wooden sticks.

More than ten wooden sticks streaked across the bluestone wall, bringing with it a gust of wind, almost extinguishing the flame of the torch. The originally dark tunnel became even darker as a result. The end that was completely engulfed in darkness was like the mouth of a monster, giving off a chilling aura.

Almost a second later, all the prisoners quietly shouted.

It's over!

That little man is finished!

The Maori old man even closed his eyes and began to mumble a prayer on his forehead and shoulders. He silently hoped that at the end of the day, he would be able to give that young man a final prayer.

Following the plot, it was as if a god had pressed down on them, allowing them to quickly move forward. The old man could hear voices in succession.

Slash! "Pa!" Ding ling dang dang!

The old man frowned in suspicion, thinking to himself, "Since we meet on a narrow path, it would be either you beating me or me beating you." Why were there so many other sounds?

At this moment, ah!

The old man heard someone heavily knocking against the fence in front of him! The surrounding prisoners cried out one after another.

He had no idea what was going on, so he quickly opened his eyes to take a look!

One of the bailiffs slowly slid down the fence with his arms wide open, as if he were facing a prisoner. The old man could clearly see that the bailiff's face seemed to have hit a fence! The whole face was quickly divided into even parts by the fence. His eyes seemed to pop out as he glared at the prisoner inside.

What was going on?

Noticing that the scene in front of him was very different from what he had expected, the Maori elder quickly shifted his gaze forward and looked again!

However, when he looked at it this way, his jaw was about to fall off!

He saw that in the aisle that was not even as thick as an arm, the man dressed in men's clothes, Ink Yan, had raised her large wooden stick and jumped towards the opposite side! He used the force of gravity to push down all those who were charging at him!

And then, the first person facing Mo Yan sat on the ground with his legs cramped because he couldn't withstand the gravitational acceleration! Following that, he pushed down the second bailiff behind him. And then there was the third, fourth, fourth, fifth, and finally the whole piece! The yamen runners that filled the corridor were like exquisite dominoes, each one falling backwards due to the influence of Ink Yan!

At the same time, dozens of mouths simultaneously spat out a mouthful of saliva and gave an incomparably neat wail! The echo was still reverberating in the narrow corridor, one layer at a time.

At this moment, Ink Yan put away the wooden stick and stood up straight. Beside him, a group of people were lying on the ground. They were shouting and cursing at each other, but no one was able to get up. If, at this point, they had even the faintest idea of what to do.

"My Ala! A miracle actually happened! "

When the Maori old man saw the completely different result, he kneeled down on the ground and quickly crossed his legs in a manner as if he had suffered a stroke. He loudly began to praise the True God!

"True God, did you send the youth in front of you to bathe in your grace to save your people?"

"True God, let me praise you!"

"Amen!"

Immediately after the old man's praise, the few youngsters behind him also kneeled down and began to enthusiastically praise the miracles bestowed by the True God in their own language. And then there was the other woman. No matter if it was an old woman or a woman crying for food, they all forgot about the cold and hunger, and reverently began to worship in the east.

Dozens of men and women were praying softly at first, but they could not resist the piety of the prayers. Gradually, all the prisoners were silenced by Maori prayers.

However, Inkyan's performance had not come to an end yet.

Just as she broke a small area, she officially cleared out an empty space. The legendary leader stood right in front of her, staring at her. Ink Yan sized up the figure in the dark professionally, and quickly checked the weaknesses of the other party with her eyes.

Compared to the other bags of grass, Ink Yan was never careless. Moreover, he was indeed a different leader. He had only been watching the attacks of the small fry from the side, and hadn't said a single word. Clearly, he was also a ruthless person in daily life.

The bailiff, who had been beaten for the second time, crawled out in an uncontrollable pain. He crawled to the feet of the leader and wailed as if he was his father.

"Boss, you have to uphold justice for us!"

"49 is about to go up!"

"If you don't teach him a lesson now, what will happen if I step on his head in the future?"

There was even a chorus of agreement from below. It was mostly about right. Boss, you have to avenge us!

Then, "Alright!" He stepped forward and formally stood in the bright light, revealing the thick tendons and tendons all over his body, as well as his handsome features. He held the stick in his hand and looked at the almost motionless Ink Yan's face full of contempt.

"Brat, today I met you, Zhao Xiaoyun. Grandfather Yun can be considered to have bad luck!"

"How about this, if you're afraid now, kneel down and call me Grandpa Yun thrice over and over again. If you crawl under my crotch again, I'll take this as over!"