The facilities in Building 1 are very good. They are built entirely according to the standards of the Oversight Building. Each four-bedroom dormitory has its own bathroom, hot water supply all day long, a kitchen, a balcony, and the most important thing is the people who live here. , which means that you don’t have to go down the mines to mine, and you can still receive a generous salary every month.
There is no free lunch in the world, let alone working with the greedy Dosav. This building was prepared by him to win over his subordinates. Those who can enter here have at least one distinctive feature, that is, they are very capable of fighting. , can solve most of the troubles in the mine for him.
When a miner's family members cause trouble after a miner's death, when they dislike the low salary and ask for a raise, etc., these thugs are the ones who take care of the matter.
The thugs were all lying on the balcony, pointing at the commotion below and laughing, treating it like a circus show, but they soon lost their smiles because Downton came over aggressively with a group of people.
"Haha, this kid isn't going to cause trouble for us, is he?"
"There must be something wrong with his brain, why don't you ask where the next building is?"
"You are too worried. Even if you lend him the courage of a giant dragon, he would not dare to provoke us. He should go to Building 2 next door."
The thugs didn't take it seriously, subconsciously thinking that Downton didn't dare to provoke the supervisory forces, so before he came over, they cursed, threatened, and raised their middle fingers.
"Damn you little bastard, go back to your Morning Mist Town!"
"Watch carefully when walking at night. Don't get beaten up and thrown into the mine to feed the rock lizards."
Dozens of windows along the entire wall were crowded with people, all of whom, without exception, were laughing at Downton. Whistles were heard, and some thugs threw broken shoes, poured cold water, and even smashed down a few stools.
"Foreman, let's go to another dormitory!" Some people shrank. After all, those guys had done too many evil things and had such a great reputation that they were worried.
"Slap!" Downton hated such demoralizing words.
The miners nearby did not move. They were also restrained. In fact, they subconsciously did not want to enter Building No. 1.
Seeing the cowardice of these people downstairs, the thugs became even more unscrupulous.
"Those who disobey the master must be punished!" Jackson roared in his hoarse throat, and rushed out, rounding his arms and slapping the miner who was talking nonsense just now in the face.
Snap, snap!
With just two slaps, half of the miner's teeth were knocked out, his mouth was filled with blood, and his jaw was almost broken.
"A bunch of trash!" Downton turned around, raised his foot and kicked several of his cronies to the ground. "What did I say before? My words must be carried out unconditionally!"
This was in public, with thousands of eyes watching. If he could not deter his subordinates, Downton would definitely have a difficult life in the future.
"We know we were wrong."
The cronies begged for mercy, but Downton knocked over a dozen miners before he stopped.
"Knock out all the teeth in his mouth and let him understand that there are some things that he can't say for the rest of his life!" Downton pointed at the unlucky miner. This time no one dared to disobey the order, and the nearest ones pounced on him and grabbed him. A good beating.
Without warning, two iron kettles were thrown out of the fifth-floor window and hit Downton.
Downton didn't even try to dodge, he just swung his arm like a steel whip on an iron kettle. With a bang, he knocked it away.
The other one hit Downton at his feet. The iron kettle deformed and the hot water inside spilled all over the floor, with a few drops splashing on his military boots.
"You brat. If you want to show off your power, go somewhere else."
"Yes, go back to your doghouse!"
"If you dare, come up here and I'll beat the shit out of you!"
Many people from the surrounding dormitory buildings cast their gazes, wanting to see what Downton would do, and found that he did not disappoint.
Downton stretched out his hand, and Jackson immediately handed over the grimoire.
"Leave fifty people guarding the gate, don't let anyone escape." Downton opened the war space, and fifteen fully armed ghoul servants lined up and walked out.
The military boots stepped on the ground, making a dull thump, thump, and the noise on the building suddenly disappeared.
Downton stepped up the steps and walked into the lobby of Building 1. He handed the grimoire to Jackson and said, "Let everyone get out of the dormitory and line up in the corridor."
The miners who swarmed in knew that conflict was inevitable, and if they didn't do something, both sides would have no place in the future, so they became ruthless and prepared for a big fight.
"Come out, get out!"
The sound of slamming the door and shouting filled the whole building. The thugs did not expect Downton to have the courage to come in, and they were a little panicked for a while.
Downton ignored those miscellaneous fish and went straight up to the fifth floor, followed by a team of cronies.
After comparing the location of the window, Downton found the dormitory where the kettle was thrown. Before he could knock on the door, a confidant who was eager to show off ran over and took action first.
"Open the door quickly and get everyone out."
There was a loud knock on the door, but unfortunately the other party was indifferent.
"Foreman, they blocked the door."
"Are you idiots? Don't you know how to break down a door?" Downton was so angry that he kicked the wooden door next to him, making a hole.
The cronies also brought sharp weapons and smashed them hard, causing sawdust to fly and making holes.
"Quickly, move the bed frame over here, they're going to break down the door." The people inside were also nervous, and they didn't have the same momentum as before.
"No. 1, No. 2, start from here and open all the doors!" Downton stood in the corridor and ordered.
Low-level ghouls are much stronger than ordinary humans, and they wear warrior armor, like a steel fortress, and the fragile wooden doors cannot withstand their collision.
When the thugs in the dormitory saw No. 1 and No. 2, they lost all courage. Some smart ones quickly threw away the machetes in their hands. Their armor was so thick that they couldn't break it even if they stood still and let their own men cut it.
"I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'll break down the door and break one of your legs." Downton shouted loudly and started to count.
one!
two!
Boom, the demon servants did not stop, another door was knocked open, and they rushed in, violently beating the people inside, and then dragged them out.
Screams and wails raged, and finally someone couldn't bear the pressure and opened the door and walked out.
"Stop bumping. Let's get out."
Once someone takes the lead, more and more thugs begin to temporarily relent.
The cronies finally opened the door, but as soon as they entered, they were beaten out again. Two of them were still covered in blood and were covered in blood.
Downton walked to the door and saw the short-haired man who had just smashed the kettle, holding a blood-stained straight-edged machete and glaring at him.
Six thugs followed, looking like tough gangsters.
Dozens of king cards were scattered on the floor, as well as many silver coins and copper plates, but the tense atmosphere made it difficult to pick them up.
"The bet is huge. It's enough for an ordinary civilian to earn a month's salary." Downton joked, kicked the table away, and walked in.
"Don't be arrogant, kid. Do you know who is behind us?" The short-haired man yelled sternly, trying to embolden himself, but there was no other way. Not to mention Downton's own combat power, the group of miners and ten men behind him alone
A few tin cans are enough for them to drink several pots.
"I hate nonsense. I cut off all my limbs and hung them on the gallows outside the dormitory area. The weather is nice these days, so I should be able to dry myself in the sun."
Downton showed no mercy. The kettle thrown by the opponent was heading towards his head. If he didn't block it, he would definitely be smashed to death.
"There is no way out, kill him." The short-haired man roared, rushed out, and slashed at Downton's neck with the machete.
Downton stood still without moving. He raised his right leg high, and his military boots were like a naginata, hitting the short-haired man's chin from bottom to top.
Bang, the short-haired man was kicked into the air. Before he could land, Downton turned around and kicked him to the side, hitting him right in the abdomen.
Boom, the short-haired man flew straight out, smashing the window on the opposite wall and scattering glass fragments all over the floor.
The thugs who had originally rushed towards him were all stunned when they saw this scene. Then they saw the cronies rushing towards him with murderous intent and quickly knelt down to beg for mercy.
"Even a magician dares to challenge me, has your brain been stepped on by a dragon beast?" Downton knocked on the bed frame with a short stick, "Go get a pot of hot water and pour it on his head.
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The short-haired man couldn't stand it anymore, all the color on his face faded, and he begged without any sense of restraint.
"Where is the building manager?" Downton didn't really want to torture them, it was just to scare them and facilitate torture.
"In..." the short-haired man protracted his tone. He wanted to delay the time until the supervisor brought people to rescue. Building No. 1 was under siege, and they would definitely not sit idly by.
"You don't know what is good and what is evil." Downton pointed at another person, "You say."
"They are in the boxing room on the top floor!" The named boxer spoke very fast, fearing that Downton would take care of him if he was a step behind. "That is a place for everyone to practice boxing and exercise, but now it has been changed to a black boxing room.
, the foremen have nothing to do, so they usually put a few blocks inside and above."
"There are quite a lot of extracurricular activities." Downton was not surprised. These guys don't have to work. If they don't find some fun to vent their excess energy, they will definitely cause trouble. "Who are these black boxers?"
"They are all randomly selected miners. This ensures the suspense of the winning rate and prevents some people from making a lot of money. By the way, there will be more newcomers, which can be regarded as a show of strength."
"This is also a show of force. If you don't come on stage, you will be beaten up and tortured for several days."
Several of his close followers were complaining, with resentment on their faces. They were obviously forced to participate in black boxing competitions.
"Take them with you, let's go up and have a look." Downton walked into the corridor and found that the wall was already crowded with people, all of them were thugs who had been driven out.
They were still whispering, but when they saw the short-haired men covered in blood being dragged to the ground like dead dogs, they immediately closed their mouths and did not dare to breathe.
When Downton stepped onto the stairs, no one dared to look at him. The people who were shouting and scolding him from the window just now all shrank their necks.
"A bunch of scumbags." Downton was no longer interested in causing trouble for them. He was thinking about how he should deal with the overseer coming.
As soon as they entered the attic, the fanatical roars and barks hit the eardrums, making one's heart feel like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.
Downton actually heard a familiar voice and couldn't help but quicken his pace. (To be continued...)