God level trick system

Chapter 761

"When the task is completed, the host will naturally understand."

The system replied coldly, and then fell silent.

Do I even have to fucking ask you if I want to complete this shit quest? !

Ye Xuan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

This time, he was purely annoyed by the system.

Killing his own brother... Ye Xuan can't do this no matter what!

Alas, right now we can only take one step at a time.

After all, the system didn't tell him to kill him now.

Let's take a look at the situation first. Could it be that something terrifying will happen before leaving the prison, and the system has already predicted it? !

But, who will it be? !

According to the prompt of the system, Ye Xuan now narrowed down the scope of the comrades mentioned in the mission to Yang Ning and Michael Hadillon.

Both of them are people whom Ye Xuan absolutely trusts.

All of them have decisive strengths in the Huaxing Association. If something really happens, not only Ye Xuan's heart, but even the Huaxing Association's internal chaos...

Oh shit……

What are the circumstances? !

Ye Xuan cursed secretly in his heart.

Not long after, the large loudspeaker outside the iron fence door yelled again:

"Fuck it all out for the labor and capital to work!"

Then, there was another extremely piercing scream.

The sound shook Ye Xuan and the others almost deaf.

Those who can stay here for a long time without a nervous breakdown are big guys.

Ye Xuan sighed helplessly, and waved to Michael and Wu Zimu:

"Let's go, collective labor."

They can't help it, they still have to go!

In the prison, collective labor is a must, and those who are lazy are probably given a bang by the prison guards.

As for Yang Ning, there is no way, his leg is broken, so he has to stay here.

Michael said that although his right arm was drooping, he could still move anyway, and he still had to go.

Don't expect things to happen.

Just as the three of them were about to walk out of the iron gate, two prison guards suddenly came to inspect them.

They held batons in their hands, glanced at Ye Xuan and the others, and asked in an impatient tone:

"Just the three of you?!"

As they said, they poked their probes in and found Yang Ning lying on the messy bed.

"Why doesn't he go to work?!"

A prison guard pointed at Yang Ning with a baton and said in a cold voice.

"He hurt his leg and couldn't walk."

There was no other way, Ye Xuan had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Oh, the four of you are the four that the warden said to take special care of, right?!"

The prison guard smiled provocatively,

"I hurt my leg?! Why didn't I know?! Damn it, get up and go to work!"

As soon as the words fell, he was about to rush in and drag Yang Ning up.

"He has a broken leg."

Ye Xuan grabbed him violently,

"If he died here, how would you explain it?!"

To be honest, even if Yang Ning died in prison, Karl Johnson would just smile, and then asked the warden to find someone to dig a hole to bury him.

But the two prison guards didn't know about it.

From the very beginning, the warden told them that beating and scolding is fine, but if there is no need to kill, it is better not to kill them, because it is easy to cause trouble.

After all, these two guys also rely on this errand for a living, and they don't want to lose their jobs because of it.

The prison guard was tugged by Ye Xuan, and he immediately became angry.

He gritted his teeth, stared at Ye Xuan, nodded and said aggressively:

"Okay, okay, if this is the case, the three of you, each of you, will have three times the workload! You can't eat or sleep if you can't finish the work!"

After speaking, he pulled another prison guard and left angrily.

"Yang Ning, I have wronged you, stay well, and I will cure you in two days."

Ye Xuan looked at Yang Ning who was lying on the bed, and said.

"It's okay, President Ye, you go. It's okay, I, I can take care of myself."

Yang Ning struggled to sit up from the bed, but he was so exhausted that he could only lie down in the end.

Seeing this situation, Ye Xuan felt sad for a while.

He pursed his lips and said in a low voice:

"Wu Zi, Michael, let's go."

After leaving the prison dormitory, turn right in the main square and you will find the collective work place.

The labor is all physical work, such as moving bricks and mud, without any technical content.

The daily workload is not very large, which is within the normal range.

But Ye Xuan and the others are fucked up.

The supervisors were the two prison guards who bumped into them just now and almost had a conflict.

Three times the workload was nothing to Ye Xuan, so he waved his hand and passed.

But Wu Zimu and Michael Hadillon are not very good, not to mention Michael's right arm is broken, and he hasn't even fixed it.

Those two bullshit prison guards were standing next to the supervisor, each with a leather whip, and if anyone was upset, they would whip directly.

However, Ye Xuan also found out that these two prison guards only picked on each other.

Even if the members of the Orange Grove Gang are lazy, nothing will happen.

A bully, a bullying thing...!

In Ye Xuan's heart, he wanted to scold the eighteen generations of the ancestors of these bastard prison guards.

These people are completely insulting the police profession!

At present, Ye Xuan can only engage in lurking, there is no way to beat them.

After all, Yang Ning is still injured, and if things go wrong, something will happen.

Ye Xuan's tasks in the prison are still very complicated.

To help Wu Zimu's subordinates escape from prison, to retrieve the ring of evil spirits, and to study this side mission just received.

This task is too fucking exciting for Ye Xuan.

Ask him to kill his brother himself.

This is simply impossible.

"Work! Fuck, I'll kill anyone who wants to be lazy! Fuck!"

The prison guard waved his whip and spoke viciously.

Ye Xuan and the others simply made eye contact without saying a word.

"Hey...it hurts me..."

Suddenly, with a bang, the brick in Michael's hand fell to the ground.

He clutched his right arm and grinned, gasping for air.

His arm was broken, so it was naturally inconvenient to work.

Snapped!

A crisp sound!

This is the sound of the whip!

Ye Xuan and Wu Zimu turned their heads and saw the prison guard aiming at Michael's back with another whip!

With a swish, a long red snake spread out from Michael's back.

His clothes were already tattered. Prisoners in this dilapidated place didn't even wear prison uniforms. This whip hit the flesh directly!

"what……"

Michael Hadillon let out a scream and almost couldn't support himself and knelt on the ground.

Seeing that Michael had a tendency to fall over, the prison guard whipped him over like playing with an ant!

The whip was so powerful that even though Michael was the best in the special forces, he couldn't bear three whips, not to mention that his arm was broken, and the pain was even worse at this time.

He couldn't help it, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.