The three reached a consensus. Song Yan got two pills given by Liao Haifei, dragged Liao Haifei's driver to send them to Ma Yan and asked Ma Yan to hand them over.

Although Liao Haifei is now in a cooperative relationship with them, Song Yan still cannot let Liao Haifei know his mother's specific address. This is also for the sake of safety, so as not to regret it and attack his mother again.

Soon, night fell.

The game on the court is still in full swing.

The black man who was knocked down at the beginning had already fallen to the ground. The moment he lay on the ground, three or four men surrounded him and punched him. Soon, he lost his voice.

A few simple-dressed but fiercely aura immediately came on stage and dragged him down.

The blood on the field was quickly cleaned up.

The traces of black people's existence disappeared instantly.

He is not the only one here, and there are many who have the same fate as him. He was knocked down and then the body was disposed of. No one knows about him anymore, nor does anyone know what happened to him here.

Song Yan frowned when she saw it.

This game is far more terrifying than she thought.

I originally thought that the loser would be fine, but I didn't expect that these so-called winners on the field would commit atrocities on them, and I knew that the man had no sound and stopped.

Most people were red-eyed.

Song Yan was trance remembering that when she entered the battlefield, everyone around her was in this state, and she had no idea except killing.

It seems that the organizers are indeed visionary. They just want to arouse the bloodthirsty desires and desires in the deepest hearts of people through endless wars, and then observe who can keep their sanity at this moment and then select the person who can stand to the end.

The final winner in this field is not only the best physically strong person, he also needs to have strong strength and a responsive brain.

If such a person is included in the mercenary team, they will be more powerful.

The more Song Yan looked at it, the more he felt that the Black Wolf Organization could achieve today's achievements, not just talk.

"How long will the battle end?"

Song Yan felt the atmosphere became more and more intense, and the people on the field felt the breath of blood gradually became restless. If they did not stop, it would be very likely that this place would become a Shura field.

Liao Haifei shook his head: "I don't know that the battle never has an accurate stop time. It's like a war. Only by deciding the outcome can it be stopped. In this case, unless a winner appears, they will continue to fight."

Not only that, no one will withdraw after reaching a certain level.

The rules in the field are very simple and have strong freedom. A person can enter at any time or choose to exit at any time.

That is, even if you just feel tired, you can come out of the red venue.

But after the battle reaches a white-hot stage, no one in the field will retain their strength or consider retreating. The only idea in their minds is to defeat anyone standing in the field.

At all costs.

"Don't just watch the fun, pay more attention to the situation around you. There are often guys who are red-eyed and attack everyone indiscriminately. There are no protective measures between the areas, and you can only protect yourself."

Before Liao Haifei could finish his warning, a small man holding a saber rushed towards them.

His target is Song Yan, the weakest among the three.

Just looking at his choice, you can tell that he has been stimulated to lose his mind. Because the three of them stood together, anyone could know that the three of them came together and would not easily choose one of them to attack.

But the little man was already red in his eyes. He only saw the thin and small Song Yan holding his arms and looking at the situation in the field calmly, but he did not see two burly men standing beside her.

But now they don't need to take action.

The small man had just arrived at Song Yan, and saw him raise the sharp saber in his hand and be about to penetrate her artery. Song Yan's eyes moved slightly, and the body that was standing quietly suddenly moved. She flashed to the back of the man. Before the man could react, he felt a thin but powerful arm climbing up to his neck.

The next second, a "crack" sound came from his neck and the man lost consciousness.

Song Yan directly twisted his neck.

He kicked the man away with a kick, and Song Yan returned to Li Beiting's side, with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.

After being a bodyguard for so many years, Song Yan has long been used to this kind of scene.

If you want to attack her, the man is almost in a hurry.

Song Yan's clean and neat body movement attracted the attention of many people on the field.

Although the people in the red venue were already red in their eyes, the people in the blue venue were quietly observing.

They naturally saw the disputes that occurred here.

I thought this woman who was watching the fun would die soon under the knife, but unexpectedly, the scene changed drastically in less than two seconds. The people who had underestimated Song Yan began to face her at this moment.

But after Song Yan returned to Li Beiting, he wiped his hands with a little disgust and had no intention of playing.

Song Yan directly chose to ignore her gaze when she looked around Ruoruruova.

She didn't plan to play today, so she didn't care what others thought of her.

Song Yan asked Liao Haifei dissatisfiedly: "This man was so angry that he wanted to kill me. I can understand, but why did he still have weapons in his hand?"

Didn't anyone check before entering?

If anyone in the competition can take the weapons they want, is there any fairness in the competition like this?

"The organizer has no clear regulations on this."

Liao Haifei didn't expect that the man would pounce on him with a knife.

"But I said that although the rules are loose, few people dare to take advantage of loopholes. I guess this man secretly brought the knife in and wanted to defend himself, but later he lost his mind and forgot and directly lit the knife out."

Everyone in the field was fighting in close combat.

However, as their bodies rotate, the outlines of some people with weapons can be clearly seen.

But no one dares to take it out for the time being.

There was no restriction on entering the field, and no one conducted an inspection, but there seemed to be a unified rule that restricted them, and no one had taken out weapons.

This man is stupid.

"It seems that I have helped him. If the organizer finds him coming in with weapons, maybe his consequences will be even more tragic. I've given him a pleasure to avoid suffering at the right time."
Chapter completed!