The guard worked hard and was. .h.i.tting as long as the supervisor had ceased to demonstrate any signs of life. Osip collapsed into a saving faint, and Babil's angry watchdog slowly rose and went to the aid of his colleagues, who were currently unsuccessfully trying to catch Kyon.

The young man, having lost all the stored «warheads», was forced to somehow pave his way to the nearest bucket of amber, and on his way there were three men: two brothers and John «Nibbled-ear».

Ugly mugs, trying to grab the nimble little guy, like a wolfs catch rabbit, angrily shouted now and then, contradicting each other: «Stay still, f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h!» ... «If you stop, we may not beat you!» ... «f.u.c.k, oh my ear ... you're dead!»

The s.p.a.ce was very limited, but Kyon still managed to slip three big bodies and grab a bucket of amber, pour Synergy and launched a handful into the men chasing him.

The brothers burst into malicious laughter:

«Hhha, look at that! He's got crazy! Rest in peace, buddy.»

These small stones weighed almost nothing, so they couldn't do any harm. That's what they thought exactly as long as…

*BR-R-R-R-R-R*

A deafening roar shook the tiny cave. All except Kyon, who had, in advance blocked his ears were sh.e.l.l-shocked, although the physical injuries were minimal, due to noise and the effect of surprise, all three were disoriented.

The guy jerked sharply and struck a heavy blow to the solar plexus of one of the brothers, holding a stone in his fist as a weighting agent. The man fell to the floor, intermittently trying to take a breath, being paralyzed by the impact of the diaphragm which did not allow his lungs to open.

The second brother randomly jumped to the side, everything was floating in his eyes. John swung the pickaxe like a madman, trying to hit the fuzzy Kyon, but Kyon deftly rolled on the ground, avoiding the dangerous piece of iron, and heartily punched the sh.e.l.l-shocked man' knee.

«AAAAAAAAH!» - the one-eared John's knee arched the other side, and he was screaming as if he had been cut.

The workers who saw how that stunt man was getting off the game the tough ugly mugs one by one, began to forget how to breathe. If at first it seemed that the boy was lucky, now it is not at all! Its smooth and unpredictable actions seemed to be simply unbelievable! There emerged a reasonable question: was he a human being at all? The main supporter of this theory was the man who saw oddities in the young man not for the first time.

The guard, who had earlier bludgeoned Osip, came to the second brother, who had already come to his senses from the rumble. They both took out their pickaxes and swung them menacingly approaching Kyon.

Babil and the two a.s.signed by him to block the way were shocked by the unfolding events. The chubby man gave the order in a trembling voice:

«Quickly cope with the b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I'll stay here!»

At the moment, four attackers were safely taKyon out of action, there still remained four and one pig.

Kyon who did not want to face the challenges in the future, was forced to avoid unnecessary killing, so he did not take away from John «the Nibbled-ear» and already "Twisted knee" his pickaxe, and instead barricaded himself behind one of the rocks with another stored pile of stones, which certainly were shot by approaching the bull and the second brother, while the rest were still far away.

«Bad mother f.u.c.ker!» - the second brother screamed at the top of his lungs, catching too well-aimed sh.e.l.ls in his body. Adrenaline was pumping, and he could barely feel the pain of the bruises. Finally, he neared the distance of an outstretched hand and swung his pickaxe, hoping in one blow to crush the skull of a small toadstool, but Kyon made a tackle between his legs and an accurate quick blow hit right in the weak point of any man.

«Ohhhh...» - the workers, still afraid to breathe once again, reflexively grabbed their precious b.a.l.l.s. They almost physically felt the h.e.l.l of pain. The most impressionable ones lost consciousness.

The remaining big guard, a second before the crus.h.i.+ng blow to the b.a.l.l.s of a colleague, was. .h.i.t into his hip by decent-sized cobblestone, from which he squinted to the side. And then suddenly between the legs of a colleague rolled out this miracle and tries to strike, but failed to do it! Should just grab his hand and be done with it, but the d.a.m.n trickster sharply went out to the side and caught on the run…

Babil was seriously frightened - if it goes on like this, G.o.d knows how it will end. No sooner had he thought that it would be time to get out the mess until he is alive as someone behind him roughly shoved him between the shoulder blades, sending him into fly towards the floor. As he found out in flight, it was Mob who, roaring angrily, rushed to the help the boy.

Two rus.h.i.+ng to the aid of the bull-guard- running with a roar for a rascal, heard the pig-like squealing of their leader and instinctively turned around and froze with stone hammers lifted into the air because they were attacked by Mob whose face looked like a boar's one. In the next second, both were covered by suffocating weakness, everything faded to black....

Mob, infusing the element of energy had become twice as fast as he was, so these bulls for him were like flies without wings.

The guard, unsuccessfully chasing the boy, did not have time to figure out anything, as in the blink of an eye decided to drowse a bit a with his companions.

And here on the ground there sprawled ten bodies as the scenic painting, one of which belonged to the beaten Osip... And, no, a couple of bodies of workers laid in a corner unconscious, but no one was. .h.i.t, there was another reason. Standing nearby were stronger, they were only speechless. The guy survived! He defied the system and successfully avoided the consequences!

Kyon, finally took a breath, his face was with a joyful smile. He managed to fend off nine at once! Well, almost. He didn't give himself much of a chance. If the bulls fell on him all together, he wouldn't survive, but these idiots followed him in small packs, as if he was the main character in some stupid action movie.

Earlier Mob, who decided to look at the mercury mirror route to the working area of the 9th group, suddenly found that a lot of supervisor points were not where they should be.

Last day, when Mob was handing out rations, he overheard about Kyon's tricks, so it was not difficult to guess that the whole crowd did not decide to treat the guy with tea and rolls. Thus, the supervisor rushed to rescue the boy as fast as he could, in order to impress his beloved woman, for whom the boy for some reason was dear. And he was able to have protected him! Although something was wrong here... He coped with only four of them, but the rest were already «knocked out» even before his appearance and it was too weird.

Mob shook off his hands, and stared his suspicious look at the guy who seemed to casually threw a stone out of his hands.

«What the h.e.l.l happened here?» - the supervisor growled menacingly, glaring at the unconscious bodies. Only then he noticed eight more dumbfounded workers, who finally plucked up the courage and began to crawl out of the corners.

Kyon plaintively mumbled in response:

«These guys conspired and wanted to steal my money, but because of the incredible luck I managed to confront them for a while.»

Mob, wincing from the crystal honest look of the guy rudely shouted:

«Good luck, you say? Do I look like an idiot?»

Kyon shook his head:

«No, I think you are my savior…»

«Hmm, and what should I do now...» - he quickly checked the vital functions of each body. - «We need to get them to the hospital, and you, boy, will come with me...» - Mob got out his sound transmitter.

{The important point is that all alive, and more importantly, is that will not be me who will have to report for the accident.} He thought, planning to dump all the responsibility on Byron.

Kyon didn't waste any time and quickly went to Babil.

«f.u.c.k, you're the leader, why your employees are organizing a ma.s.sacre here!? Come here quickly!» Mob was calling to someone else, swearing, and arguing…

At the same time, Kyon freely robbed Babil's pocket were he, fortunately, found a thick stack of money, which obediently joined the belongings of the young man. Then he dragged the fat man to the rest of the «bodies.» Other supervisors experienced the same fate. The result of looting was 352 thousand rupees, in a few minutes enriching Kyon to 390 thousand - the amount that can be earned at best for 11 years of «honest work».

As soon as he finished with the sixth body, a Mob approached him. He put a hand in his hair, he said softly:

«Boy, listen, tell Martha I took care of everyone, as you were in mortal danger. And try to make this story brighter as possible, okay?»

Kyon nodded:

«No problem.»

Mob rather grinned, and then decided to inspect the pockets of colleagues on the subject of «something to take». But he was just a few late – he checked the two and found nothing, he frowned in disgust and spat:

{Ugh, d.a.m.n slaves, how can they be called supervisors.}

Of course, the staff was strictly forbidden to steal from subordinates, but who would miss such an opportunity.

Kyon could barely kept the chuckle. It turns out that the currency of the mine was also issued to employees, and only then they buy something with it or change for money.

Judging upon the behavior of the supervisor, he sincerely disliked people of low status, and the young man was no exception for him – just now, he showed him leniency for the sake of Martha.

Soon Byron ran into the zone.

«Oh s.h.i.+t!» - he failed to find other expressions in his vocabulary at the sight of all these bodies lying on the floor. His eyes darted over Kyon - praise the heavens, the kid was fine! – but in the next moment Byron had raced to Osip, who still showed no signs of life.

«What nasty b.a.s.t.a.r.ds! How can they do this! Why...» - Byron looked angrily at the rest of the bodies, wis.h.i.+ng to turn these freaks into a steak, but still with an effort of will suppressed his anti-humanistic impulse.

Mob roughly shoved Byron's shoulder:

«Because of your incompetence, your subordinates have arranged a BDSM party here. Fortunately no one died, otherwise you would have to deal with... So, you are guilty and you will appoint the new supervisors, too, for those poor sacks of bones and meat will no longer be able to perform their duties.»

Byron nodded obediently, not thinking to deny his guilt. He had to foresee such a situation, so as the leader, he was ready to take all responsibility:

«I will cope with it.»

There was heard barking from the narrow pa.s.sage and right after a very big black dog ran into the working area of Osip. Bob, out of breath, appeared a few seconds later: the supervisor reported him via the sound transmitter about a strange gathering of supervisors in one place. The man had no time to catch his breath, as his breath was gasped not from run, but from what he had seen on the scene:

«What... What has happened here...!?»

Mob's head was spinning because of this situation so he just waved his hand:

«Less questions! They need to be taKyon to the hospital!»

Byron exchanged a few words with the workers, about which he quickly regretted, because these fools were carrying some nonsense about the fact that the young man was inhuman, that he had done everything on his own, and the Mob came only to the end of the show. That's crazy.

He and two supervisors, constantly swearing, perched himself on the back three unconscious bodies each. The last troublemaker was taKyon by the collar by Rogash which obediently tottered after his master, combing the earth with the face of Babil. Kyon, hastily hid his backpack in more reliable place, was going a little behind them. The loaded company went to the hospital, leaving behind the bewildered miners.

«First you're late for work, then you beat up a bunch of supervisors... What's wrong with you?» - continued to pry annoyed Bob, adjusting the hand of the guard.

«Chill out! If necessary, we will make entry in the report they bate themselves as the next auction would take place only for the slaves of the 3rd grade, so they wanted to drain their position quickly...» - waived out the supervisor without willing to continue this pointless conversation.

«Well, it's not even funny! d.a.m.n it, I wish I had your f.u.c.king problem-solving skills!…»

Byron lagged behind the two and quietly asked Kyon what had happened. The man realized that he had been deliberately detained and angrily clenched his fist, which at that moment crunched someone's unlucky ulna. He looked at the body in fright, but when he realized it wasn't Osip, he let out a sigh of relief.

The mob called Martha well in advance, so the doctor was anxiously preparing to receive the beaten ones. Three men rushed together into the hospital with three bodies on their backs, one was dragged on the floor by the dog, and Kyon had finished the procession on foot.

The woman was alarmed and immediately began to give instructions. She involuntarily dropped a cold glance through her narrowed eyes at entered Kyon, but in the next moment she continued to treat the victims. The supervisors acted as nurses - at the behest of Martha they obediently ran back and forth, brought some devices, bandages, ointments…

{Now it is not the situation, to deal with this...} – Killer. Martha thought to herself not interrupting her activities.

But the guy, do not be a fool, immediately noticed a change in the mood of the doctor: {Did... did she get to know?}

March, examining the next patient, asked Mob what happened. He pointed at Kyon and stuck out his chest proudly.:

«These b.a.s.t.a.r.ds attacked Kyon because they lost him in gambling. Fortunately, I was there... ask him how it happened.»

Mob thought Martha would be more interested in this situation and he would be a hero, but she seemed to have just let the information go and didn't ask any more about it, just kept examining.

The supervisor sighed sadly – so, try to understand the women.

In the first second the woman suppressed with difficulty her impulse to explore and the boy also, but she was still too much angry at him. So much so that she even caught herself on the thought that she did not mind that that b.a.s.t.a.r.d would be at least once knocked in a brawl. But in the next moment she scolded herself for her being too violent.

The patients' injuries were terrible. It was asked, why these slaves did not give up at once, and continued attacking the strong supervisor?

{They're all not crazy to attack Mob?}

The two guardss came to their senses. One of them immediately howled with pain, and the second, swaying in bed from side to side, muttered incoherently: «Why have I been punished so awfully... Lord, what have I done...?»

Bob, thinking that he had done everything possible said goodbye and went to his post. He insistently called Mob to go together, but he dismissed the invitation once again.

«f.u.c.k you, whenever I ask you will be work for the two. And just try to blather something!»

Byron stayed in the hospital for a while, until Martha gave him a silent sign that everything was all right. They'll talk later, he could go that time.

Kyon all this time was busy with painful thoughts, where he could commit fault. After all, no obvious evidence he had left…

{Unlucky ... in any case, now I will have to act more decisively.}