Lan Feng looked at the man opposite him, with yellow skin and dark eyes as he had like himself, and there was no expression on his cold face. There was no fluctuation in his eyes. If he hadn't been standing, Lan Feng would have thought he was a dead person.

"Reporting instructor, can you ask a question?" Lan Feng was still the same, smilingly asking the white man holding a machine gun outside the iron cage.

"Say!" The white man only spitted one word coldly.

"Instructor, we are the only one left of your hundreds of students. Do you have the heart to see the end of only one of the two elites? Can we not fight for the duel?"

"No, you are not elites yet. The elite can only be the last one left. He will be the heir of the Blood Wolf."

"But instructor, isn't it better to have two blood wolfs? One can go to DJ and kill the little dog, the other can go to Country M to kill that war maniac, or grab a few American girls for the instructor..."

"Shut up, get ready"

"Wait, instructor, I still have another question. I can't rest assured if I don't ask this question clearly."

"Say!" The instructor knew that one of these two people might be a blood wolf in the future. He didn't want to offend these two people too much. If he really became a blood wolf, he would really not be able to take revenge. He had to forcefully spit out the word "say".

"Instructor, I may die in the duel later, but I don't know what a woman feels like. Instructor, do you know, tell me if you are better?"

"I don't know!" The white man said three more words.

"The instructor won't be an old virgin, right?"

“………………” The white man was speechless.

"Instructor, are you really an old virgin? By the way, instructor, do you have a sister at home? Are you beautiful?"

"Bang!" The gunshot sounded, and the bullet left a small pit on the floor under Lan Feng's feet. The white man couldn't bear it and said coldly: "If you talk nonsense, you don't have to participate in the duel!"

"Hey--" Lan Feng didn't care about the bullet at all. He sighed long and looked at the boy with yellow skin and dark eyes on the front. He didn't know what the boy was named Lan Feng, but Lan Feng knew his code name, No. 12. Since he was abducted and trafficked to this killer concentration camp at the age of eight, they could no longer use their original name. Everyone has a number, not their name.

For ten years, many people forget their original name when they were killed by their companions, and only know their code name. Lan Feng's code name is Thirteen, a number that Westerners think is unlucky. Therefore, Lan Feng doesn't like this code name very much, so he remembers his original name tightly. However, if someone calls Lan Feng in front of him at this time, he may still think about it and know that he is calling him, but if someone calls Thirteen, he will answer without thinking.

Sometimes Lan Feng was really jealous of this guy having such a good code name. Compared to his own unlucky code name No. 13, it was even more tempting than the lollipop he was abducted.

Whenever he thinks about his abducted, Lan Feng will beat his chest and stamp his feet and exclaim that he regrets. If he hadn't been for the lollipop at that time, he would not have been locked up in this killer concentration camp for more than ten years.

"That was the failure of my life, and it was even more embarrassing than being seen by Xia Wei." Lan Feng still recalled this several years later.

"You don't seem to be very confident in yourself. You know you're going to lose before you even play?" No. 12 stared at Lan Feng coldly. In this concentration camp, Lan Feng may be the only one who can laugh. The others are like No. 12, with cold faces as if they were signs.

A long time ago, about five years ago, Lan Feng was so cold. At that time, he regretted that he was deceived here by a lollipop. When the instructor ordered hundreds of teenagers of similar size to fight each other, who would be shot to death if there were no two bodies under his feet.

Lan Feng killed two white men of No. 8 and No. 18 because he was jealous of their code names, so lucky that they both had eight. Since then, Lan Feng learned to laugh again. Every time he killed someone later, Lan Feng would smile and say a sentence to the person he had already killed:

"I'm sorry, I also want to sacrifice my life for justice and turn myself into a corpse to give you, but he doesn't do it. He said he hasn't tasted a woman yet and doesn't want to be permanently hard (dead)"

When life passed away from his hands, Lan Feng's heart began to numb, but he still loved to laugh. He buried his indifference in the deepest part of his heart, because in his philosophy, a successful killer would not believe that he was a killer if he died.

After hearing No. 12's words, Lan Feng smiled and said, "Isn't this obvious? You are No. 12, Dojili's number, Yueyuehong, I, No. 13, I saw the fucking number 13, why is this unlucky number my turn? If I hadn't been urinated when I was urinating, I would have been one step late to peeing, then No. 12 would be mine." Lan Feng sighed with a sad face and said to himself: "Second, I'm sorry for you, it seems that you have only a lasting and hard life. I can't taste the feminine taste. I deserve it. If I don't urinate early or not, I won't urinate late. Why should I be anxious at the critical moment of urinating? Well, No. 12 was snatched away, you deserve it."

The only thing someone was thinking about was a woman. Suddenly, he looked up at No. 12 opposite and asked seriously.

"Hey, 12, have you ever tasted a woman?" After asking, Lan Feng realized that he had made a mistake. He corrected himself: "Forget it, you are like me, and you have been in this place where birds don't shit for ten years. Where did you get a woman?"

Suddenly he seemed to remember something again and said, "No, it won't work within ten years. I've always seen women ten years ago! I've been able to reveal the skirt of the little beauty. He may be even better than me. I can even think of this. I'm such a genius!!"

The genius seemed to have discovered a mistake again, and corrected himself: "It's not right. Ten years ago, wasn't he only seven or eight years old? Could he taste women at that time? Could it be the legendary super boy chicken?"

"Pu———" No. 12 felt a star rising from his eyes, and he vomited blood and fell to the ground with a strange scream.

"Hey, Twelve, why did you fall to the ground? Haven't you beaten?" someone asked in surprise.

No. 12 finally got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and scolded Lan Feng angrily, "Do you still fight? If you don't fight, you'll break yourself!"

"Want, why don't you fight? If you want to lose, you have to fight to cut off your life so that you won't want to play with women in the future." Lan Feng, who was jealous of the lucky number of No. 12, thought of the most poisonous way to avenge himself in advance.

"Bang—" Another gunshot was heard, and the bullet rubbed Lan Feng's ankle through and left a hole in the floor.

"Hurry up!" the white man shouted impatiently outside the iron cage.

Lan Feng turned around and glanced at the white man, and a cold light flashed in his eyes that no one noticed. Hearing No. 12 opposite him ask coldly: "Do you have any last wish?"

"Yes, there are so many, but you will definitely not have much time to be a killer in the future, but you will definitely be able to help you with one thing. If you kill a beautiful woman in the future, remember to carve the words No. 13 on him and let him come to me directly after he goes to the ground. And..."

"Pu--" No. 12 vomited blood again and said fiercely: "Okay, bastard, you let me die, are you alive?"

"Hehe, what I'm waiting for is your words. Twelve, I love you so much!" Someone smiled shamelessly.

"Take it" Lan Feng, who was originally smiling, suddenly changed his face and became cold after saying that. He had already had a flying knife in his hand. He threw it at No. 12 opposite, as fast as lightning.

But No. 12 on the opposite side was not slow either. After Lan Feng's flying knife was thrown out, No. 12's flying knife had already flew over.

After throwing the flying knife, Lan Feng closed his eyes. He was waiting for the flying knife No. 12 or the machine gun in the hands of the instructors outside the cage to spew bullets into his body. His flying knife was thrown out, and he also aimed at No. 12, but the five instructors standing behind him. He did not attack No. 12, and he could not do it. He had killed people before, but he had never killed a yellow-skinned person. He could not do it for a yellow-skinned person. He was his compatriot, just like himself, who was abducted and spoke Chinese language compatriots. After killing many companions who had trained together in the past, Lan Feng had seen through life and death. Of course, except for not having tasted women, this is his greatest regret.

"Pu-Pu..."

"Dang—bang—"

There was no gunshot, nor the pain of the flying knife stabbing into the body, but the sound kept coming from all around to Lan Feng's ears.

Lan Feng opened his eyes in surprise, but saw that more than a dozen instructors around him fell to the ground. The 12th smiled in front of Lan Feng for the first time. He smiled and looked at Lan Feng's unbelievable eyes. However, he was tinkering with a small wire in his hand with the lock of the iron cage.

"So you are the legendary super stupid pig. If you kill me, you can go out to enjoy the beauty of the world, but you don't even take action." Lan Feng said a very unserious sentence seriously. No. 12 smiled faintly, did not answer him, turned around and opened the lock intently. After a bang, he pulled open the iron cage and said to Lan Feng: "Didn't you do it either? Stupid pig, go quickly, the mess has pressed the alarm!" He said, pointing to a black instructor with a flying knife on his forehead in the corner, and the guy was pressing a red button with his fingers.

Lan Feng ran out of the cage and squatted in front of the white man who shot him twice. The guy was the most unlucky, with two flying knives inserted into his eyebrows, one of which was Lan Feng and the other number 12.

After snatching the machine gun that the white man still holds in his hand after he died, Lan Feng kicked him a few times and said fiercely: "What I hate most is that someone shoots me. This thing is a weapon, and it will kill people if it goes out of fire."

No. 12 almost vomited blood again and said angrily: "You know, we are killers, killers who are running for life."

Lan Feng laughed and said, "Wrong, we are running for life, but we are no longer killers."

The two ran out along the passage. They didn't encounter a single obstacle along the way.

"What's going on? Why isn't anyone coming to stop us?" No. 12 was a little confused.

"I don't care about that many of him, wouldn't it be fine if no one comes? Do you want thousands of troops to kill you? Let's rush out from behind and go to the beach before talking." Lan Feng pushed No. 12, who was thinking, and ran to the jungle on the other side.

The two ran a long way before they heard gunfire and violent explosions coming from behind. They just thought it was because they were discovered and ran forward even more desperately.

"Damn it, it turns out that it's so easy to escape. I'd known that I'd escaped a few years ago. Why would I have suffered so much in it?"

Lan Feng and No. 12 who had escaped for one night finally ran to the beach. However, they did not encounter a single obstacle, which made No. 12 feel a little uneasy. Lan Feng regretted that he had not escaped one day earlier.

It was not before that no one escaped, but those who escaped were quickly dragged back by the instructor to show them to the trainees who had not yet escaped but were ready to escape. Of course, the ones who were dragged back were just corpses.

"No, I feel something is wrong. Don't you think we escaped too smoothly?" No. 12 said with some concern.
Chapter completed!