Holy Mountain Building, in the lobby on the first floor.
There was a lot of noise and a lot of onlookers gathered.
Two waves of people are confronting each other.
On one side were several warriors wearing the costumes of the country of Borneo, and behind them were white warriors from several other countries.
On the other side were Chen Han and Sang Jie, as well as several other Daxia warriors who had acted bravely. .
Sanjay's expression was slightly solemn, his trademark smile had disappeared, and he was protecting several children.
He hid his right wrist behind his back, shaking slightly as if he was injured.
Chen Han, who was beside him, saw everything and felt angry in his heart.
The children behind them were thin in stature and had childish faces. They looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.
Their clothes were very dirty and tattered, as if they had worn the same clothes for several years.
What is concerning is that the faces of these children all have some bruises, and they look like they were beaten.
However, most of these children have indifferent expressions and empty eyes, as if they have no feeling at all about what is happening in front of them.
There is no emotion visible in their eyes.
Except for one boy with short hair, he was staring fiercely at the warriors from the Bharatanatyam. His expression was distorted by resentment, and his eyes showed extreme emotions.
The leading warrior from the Borneo Kingdom looked at Sanjie and Chen Han and said coldly:
"Xia people, we didn't provoke you."
"Mind your own business, don't blame us for taking care of you too."
Sanjie shook his head and signaled to Chen Han.
Chen Han opened his mouth and said:
"Sanjay said, you can't bully these children."
"That's what I mean, by the way."
The warriors from the Borneo Kingdom looked at each other, mentally assessing the strength of both sides.
It would not be a wise move to have a conflict with Daxia warriors here.
There are too many onlookers now, and they don't want to make things worse.
However, how to leave the scene gracefully is another matter.
Now that there are so many people watching the show, everyone needs to know that we warriors from the Bharat Kingdom are not afraid of the warriors from the Xia Kingdom.
But the Xia warriors are afraid of us!
At this time, a white female warrior behind the Bharatanatyam warrior pointed at the group of children and screamed nervously:
"My clothes! My clothes are stained by them!"
"Get that little bitch over here!"
At this time, the leader of the Bharatanatyam warrior looked at a girl wearing a shabby red shirt among the group of children.
The girl's expression was blank, as if she couldn't hear the sound.
But after being glanced at by the warrior from the country of Bharat, her petite body shivered involuntarily.
The short-haired boy stood up and stood in front of the girl in the red shirt, staring intently at the white female warrior.
The fire of hatred was burning in his eyes.
Chen Han frowned when he heard this, plucked his ears, and said:
"Sister, please keep your voice down, your broken voice is too disturbing."
"How much does your clothes cost? We'll just pay you."
"Also, don't open your mouth little bitch, it's like you're not."
When the white female warrior heard this, she looked at Chen Han in disbelief and said:
"Mazefak...how dare you scold me!"
"Huma, did you hear that? He called me a bitch!"
Chen Han smiled when he heard this:
"I didn't say it, you admitted it yourself."
The leading Bharatanatyam warrior named Huma frowned and said:
"Xia Kingdom warriors, we don't want to fight with you either."
"Let's take away the girl and the short-haired boy. This matter will be settled today."
After that, Huma added:
"They are all martial slaves. If you are smart enough, you should know that there is no need to fight with us over these few martial slaves."
The so-called martial slaves refer to children who have been sold to human traffickers or various organizations since childhood and are deliberately trained to become warrior thugs.
Wu slaves originated from the ancient domestic slave system. At that time, Wu slaves were actually the "items" of their masters and had no human rights at all.
However, times are developing, and now there is a better term, which is "life-long contract warrior".
The disdainful name is Wu Nu.
If a martial slave wants to regain his freedom, he must pay a sky-high compensation to his master.
In society, the status of martial slaves is also much lower than that of normal warriors.
After all, it is a profession with a "slave" nature.
At this time, the girl in the red shirt pulled the short-haired boy's clothes, showed a pleading look in her eyes, shook her head, and made a hoarse sound.
The girl is deaf-mute.
The short-haired boy patted the girl on the shoulder and told her not to worry.
Then he turned and looked at Huma with a very fierce look in his eyes.
Although this short-haired boy is not old, his anger is not young at all.
Although Huma was much more powerful than the short-haired boy, he was still staring at him and felt nervous.
It felt like this short-haired boy would pounce on me as soon as I showed any flaws.
At this time, the onlookers also talked a lot:
"This time the warriors from the country of Borneo are really unreasonable and unforgiving."
"Come on, it was obviously their people who teased the short-haired boy first. What sense do they have?"
"That girl is still a deaf-mute martial slave, how pitiful she is."
"This Huma is one of the most powerful warriors in the Borneo Kingdom. These warriors from the Great Xia Kingdom are probably no match for him!"
"And Babur from the country of Bharat is the real terror. Who dares to provoke them! This time the warriors of the country of Bharat really stole the show in the holy mountain training!"
Many onlookers looked at Huma and others with fear in their eyes.
The law of the jungle is the law of the warrior society.
When a strong country builds its country with force, it is natural that it must also rule the world with powerful warriors.
No one will question the behavior of the strong, or in other words, no one dares.
At this time, among the onlookers, Jiang Hua said to Jiang Zhu:
"Brother, should we take care of it? These Wu slaves seem to be from Daxia too."
"Although Wu slaves are no different from wild cats and dogs, they cannot be bullied by these barbarians from the country of Borneo."
"This is a holy mountain. The country of Borneo has always coveted the holy mountain and even claimed that the holy mountain is their territory."
"These barbarians are really annoying!"
"Brother, you are now number one in Daxia. What do you think we should do?"
Hearing this, Jiang Zhu frowned and looked at Hu Ma.
To Jiang Zhu, Huma himself was nothing to fear.
But if you offend Huma here, you will definitely offend that "man-eating tiger" Babur...
If he really had a fight with Babur, to be honest, Jiang Zhu would feel a little unsure.
"Let's wait and see what happens."
Jiang Zhu thought for a moment and made such a decision.
"Besides, isn't there someone already standing up for us?"
He raised his chin and pointed at Sanjie and Chen Han.
Jiang Hua nodded and said indifferently:
"Well, it's just a group of martial slaves anyway, and it's not worth our while."
"Those two guys really overestimate their abilities."
A smile appeared on Jiang Zhu's face, he looked at Sanjie and whispered:
"This man is injured, and he's blind!"
"They should know in their hearts that they are no match for Huma and others, but they still have to stand up and be heroes. It's really ridiculous."
While the Jiang brothers and sisters were "watching the show", Hu Ma was already facing Chen Han.
"Boy, it seems you are determined to fight me to the end?"
Hu Ma looked at Chen Han with cold eyes and said.
Chen Han said calmly:
"You broke my brother's wrist."
"You have to pay this debt back to me."
