The turbid air was mixed with dozens of smells, including all kinds of food, drinks, sweat... and hormones emitted by the excited shouts of men and women wearing masks.
These masked men and women were sitting on seats, and the seats were arranged in a circle, forming a huge circle. In the middle of the circle was not an altar, but a huge cylindrical iron cage, and inside the iron cage was a circular ring. There is a movable floor at each end, and on the movable floor are two slightly smaller cages.
The steel bars that make up the iron cage are as thick as a baby's arms, and are wrapped with iron wires with spikes like steel thorns. They are not silvery white like steel, but burnt black with stains of blood. It's hard to tell. Is it because the blood spattered by the creatures in the cage is this color when they fight to the death, or is it because of the high-voltage current attached to the iron cage.
Even with such tight defense, there are still several heavily armed "security guards" surrounding the iron cage, and there is even an eleven-tube Gatling on the side!
Such a solid defense requires such a level of firepower. What exactly will appear on this arena?
"Look, those people."
The upper floor, the largest, occupies the position with the best view. In the exclusive box of the owner, various precious furs are spread on the floor as carpets. The man sitting on the sofa is holding a glass of unnamed red wine in his hand. Shaking gently, his eyes scanned the crowd below, his tone full of pride and showoff.
"They are well-dressed. In the past, they were social elites in various fields, with good wealth and status. But now they come here together, wearing masks to hide their identities, looking forward to the next meeting. Come down to the fight between wild beasts... Because no matter how gentle a person is on the surface, there is a beast inside, but they usually don't show it, so when I give them this opportunity... they will be willing to spend a lot of money for it."
"I'm not interested in how you make money." A man wearing a mask said, "Finish what I told you."
"...We can actually cooperate." The man said.
"I told you, we're not interested." The man wearing the mask said coldly. In an instant, the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop several degrees. Several bodyguards on the side wanted to draw their guns, but they all twitched in an instant. Fall to the ground.
"I didn't mean that!" the man said quickly.
"You can also try." The masked man's tone was still calm, but his eyes were already filled with breathtaking golden pupils!
"I will complete what you asked me to do!" The man immediately stated his stance, all the previous pride gone. Even though he could be said to be the local emperor here, he definitely couldn't afford to offend the people in front of him!
…
"I've already left."
In the back seat of the vehicle, the man wearing a mask said to the person on the phone: "He also wants to build a relationship with us and keeps telling me how much money he can make in that place."
"Heh...he's just a frog in the well," said the man on the other side of the phone. "How could he know that the R&D cost of what we asked him to inject into that person has far exceeded all his assets? Great ideals are destined to be We won’t be understood by them, we just have to do our own thing.”
"Yes, Professor," the masked man said, then hesitated, "But..."
"What are you hesitating about?" the person called "Professor" asked.
"However, our research has only achieved phased results. Is it really okay to be exposed to the vision of those organizations so early?" The masked man asked, "And this is very close to the border with China. In case of experiments, The body fluids rushed over..."
"Otherwise, why do you think I set the location there? Only through actual combat can the effectiveness be tested. If you want to make progress, you must face challenges!" "Professor" said impassionedly, "How effective are the research results at this stage? The official mixed breed organizations of Thailand and China will give us the answer! I am very curious about how much price they have to pay for this... for perfect evolution!"
"For perfect evolution!" The masked man's eyes were wild.
…
"Damn it, drag them out!" Chris, the owner of the Life and Death Arena and the man who was too frightened by the masked man to resist and let him leave, angrily threw the cup to the ground, "A bunch of useless things! "
No one dared to offend Chris who was in a rage. Here he was like an emperor, controlling the power of life and death. Although he was so humble in front of the masked man that he wanted to kneel down and lick his feet... but was rejected.
"Where are the Basong people?" Chris asked.
"In the break room." A subordinate replied.
"Take me there!"
The rest room is very simple. Compared to the private room, which is a sky and an underground place, there is only one stool. The man is sitting on the stool, holding a photo in his hand and stroking it gently.
The man's hair is messy and reaches his shoulders. It looks like it hasn't been washed for a long time. There are three sharp scars on his face, which were left by his opponent in the last game. As for now... the man can sit here, just The fate of that opponent has been explained.
If you die, just die, the man thought. People who come here must kill people if they want to survive. At first, the man was a little uncomfortable with it, but after so many battles, the man has already become hard-hearted.
Because he doesn't want to die yet.
He also wants to go back alive and bring enough money so that he can cure her disease...
There was a sound of the door being pushed open, and the man put the photo away for a moment, but Chris still saw it.
"Haha, Bassong! My brother!" Chris walked in with a laugh, "Are you still looking at your fiancée? Don't worry, this is the last one. As long as you win, you can spend as much money as you want. After finishing the bonus, you can enjoy it as you like, whether it’s to cure a disease or get a new one!”
"Songpa." Basong whispered, looking at him, "Don't say such things."
"...You all go out." Chris's smile disappeared and he scolded the others. After everyone went out, he smiled again, "I told you not to call me Songpa anymore. I've long since given that bad name." No need, now my name is Chris, Hardy Chris!"
"Whatever you want," Basong was not interested in this matter, "can I leave after this fight?"
"Of course! You are my brother! How could I lie to you about something like this?" Chris laughed and blinked, "But just to be on the safe side, I brought you something good. .”
"What?" Basong frowned.
"A stimulant that can make you stronger!" Chris took out a delicate box from his chest and opened it. Inside was an injection filled with orange-yellow clear liquid.
"I can do without this." Basong shook his head.
"No, you have to fight," Chris said. "This game is your hundredth! Unprecedented! Many people think you can't win, but I believe in you! I bet all my money on it." You win!"
"Everything?" Basong's eyes narrowed.
"Don't worry, I have confidence in you to win," Chris said, "It's just that if you are willing to inject this stimulant to make the situation more secure..."
"This can't be poison." Basong was a little doubtful.
"How is that possible!" Chris shook his head with a sincere look on his face, "Of course not! You and I are brothers, we came from the same village! If it weren't for me, would you have had such a chance? We grew up playing together! Why? Maybe he wants to harm you?"
Maybe he really believed it, or maybe there was no other way to go until now... In short, Basong finally accepted the strange injection.
A burning feeling spread out from the injection site. Basong was instantly shaken and his muscles tightened. He felt that he had never experienced such a good feeling before!
"Haha! Look, you're right if you believe me!" Hardy Chris said quickly when he saw this, secretly breathing a sigh of relief, thinking that the masked man really didn't lie to him.
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"Have you read the information?" Sister Tang said.
"I've finished reading," Mo Qiuran said, "Basong Chacan, a Thai, was sold into the arena, the Yanling Bronze Throne, his ability is to strengthen himself in a very short time, with varying degrees of bones, skin and muscles. The ground enhancement can block bullets at close range with the body, and the explosive power and durability of the muscles have been greatly improved. The cause of the fall is suspected to be the excessive use of the word spirit in the gladiatorial arena. He went crazy and tore through the iron cage and rushed out, killing a large number of people. The audience then ran away...but the boss survived."
"Is there a problem here?" Tang Zi asked, obviously not in doubt but in a tone of examination.
"Logically speaking, shouldn't those who were sold into the arena hate the owner of the arena?" Mo Qiuran shrugged and flipped through the information, "I just subconsciously thought it was strange. If I put myself in his shoes, I think I will definitely kill the boss first... This information may not be complete, and there may even be some fabricated fake news in it."
"Yes, you must learn to raise reasonable doubts about intelligence. It is not advisable to blindly believe it, let alone this kind of transnational intelligence." Tang Zi nodded.
"I think there must be a lot of things hidden about this boss," Mo Qiuran said, "He is obviously Thai but he has a Western name, and he still has the strength to hold such a mixed-race duel arena without being banned? Is this kind of thing allowed to exist legally in Thailand?”
"Of course it is illegal. It is the common understanding of most hybrids around the world that the existence of dragons should be concealed. Once someone leaks it, the consequences will be a group attack. As for the existence of this hybrid arena...it can be found everywhere. Corrupt officials, bribery and acceptance are all too common, and enough benefits can accomplish many things," Tang Zi said, "But you are right, that Songpa can be investigated carefully."
"It's interesting to say that all the spectators who go to this arena are ordinary people," Mo Qiuran lamented. "Is it because of curiosity about hybrids? Or is it jealousy? Or do you simply regard them as beast-like existences?"
"The world is big and there are all kinds of people," Tang Zi said, "Are you ready?"
"Of course not!" Mo Qiuran shook his head decisively.
"Huh?" Tang Zi raised his eyebrows.
"I don't have a passport yet! Who knew that Sister Tang, you would take me abroad right now? Also, I only took one day off!" Mo Qiuran looked devastated, "I am a good student who loves to study!"
"What you call a good student who loves studying means skipping class and getting into a fight yesterday?" Tang Zi asked.
"Stop, I have to correct one thing," Mo Qiuran said righteously, "I'm not skipping class, I have asked for leave!"
"Yeah, but you are not a good boy when you fight." Tang Zi nodded perfunctorily.
"Then do you want to arrange for someone to go to my teacher to ask for leave?" Mo Qiuran finally showed his fox tail, "It's like the kind on TV wearing a leather windbreaker and sunglasses. He just walks into the classroom and says I'm sorry to disturb you. Class is on, but I’m here to ask for leave from Mo Qiuran because he is serving the country!”
"...Okay, I will find someone to make arrangements for you when you are in class one day, and I will change the wording and say that I am sorry to disturb your class, but if you don't come, classmate Mo Qiuran, the country will suffer huge losses. ." Tang Zi was silent for a while and said.
"Then forget it, I'm afraid of the company's death." Mo Qiuran decisively refused.
"I really didn't see it. You still have such worries?" Tang Zi raised his eyebrows.
"I'm very thin-skinned, okay?" Mo Qiuran said coquettishly.
"It seems that no one dares to say that he is thick-skinned." Tang Zi sneered.
"Ahem... So how do we get there?" Mo Qiuran quickly changed the subject when he saw that he couldn't say anything.
"The car that picks us up is already on the road. Just leave later. It's a private flight. We expect to arrive in Thailand in the afternoon."
Tang Zi was never vague when it came to serious matters, and answered all the questions Mo Qiuran had asked before, whether he was joking or asking seriously: "I asked for a temporary identity for you, and the passport was approved in seconds. This time it is transnational law enforcement, but In fact, there is not much difference, because after the fall, Deadpool will only become more and more thirsty for flesh and blood driven by the last bit of human genes in his body. The place where the accident occurred is not far from the border, and the people are likely to be in danger. It is actually just a matter of solving it for them. You have protected our people. As for asking for leave, you don’t have to worry about it. You can just go and come back the same day. I guarantee that your class will not be delayed.”
"Sister Tang is domineering!" Mo Qiuran bowed.
"You take action in this operation," Tang Zi said softly, "Kill him, you don't have much time, I can't teach you much, but at least I can give you a chance to adapt to what it is like to kill someone. Feeling... I’ll give you a suggestion, just think of that kind of thing as a monster.”
"Sister Tang, do you have so much confidence in me?" Mo Qiuran scratched his head and asked, "What if I can't beat you?"
"If you can't beat me, you don't have to go to Kassel. You can stay here and work for me. At least you don't have to die in a foreign country with no one to collect your body." Tang Zi said coldly.
"Haha...then I can definitely beat him!" Mo Qiuran could only laugh for a while.
