What's next is similar to what Barth expected to do.

Su Hao almost completely accepted Barth's request. This young and beautiful guy obviously didn't understand the difference between a gladiator and an ordinary slave.

Su Hao also has his own conditions.

"I don't like living in a single room, nor do I like the first-class slave area. It's too clean and there's a strong smell of potions everywhere. It's still a third-class slave area that's more pleasing to me, but in terms of food, you have to make me eat better."

This condition made Bart dumbfounded and felt very funny. But thinking about it carefully, it was not unreasonable.

Indigenous people are indigenous people, and they will never understand the logical concept of the civilized world. Dirty and hygiene are opposites, and barbarity and civilization will never be able to reconcile. We only need their strength and strength. The job of the gladiator is to kill people in the arena. This beautiful guy can help the Baron make a lot of money, but in fact he is still a fool who does not understand his own value at all.

At this moment, Bart was no longer as cautious as before with Su Hao. He felt that he was standing at a higher position than the other party. Of course, there was still a faint fear. After all, this guy's force was amazing. But the wisdom in his mind and the strength in his muscles were simply incompatible. I could play you with a few words, and you were a complete power idiot.

The conversation ended in a pleasant atmosphere. Bart promised to arrange a rather spacious cell for Su Hao. Su Hao himself admitted: "It is still the guys in the third-class slave area that are more intimate and friendly."

When leaving the warden's living room, Su Hao made a joke to Bart.

"If one day, when you become my subordinate, what kind of position do you want to hold?"

Su Hao spoke very seriously, but the Knight Barth was speechless. The silence of the eyes lasted for several seconds. Barth, who was stunned, slowly came to his senses, holding his stomach in one hand and pointing at Su Hao in the other hand, and an unscrupulous laugh erupted in his mouth.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A slave actually wants to make a knight a subordinate?

This is the most funny joke Barth has ever heard in his life.

Until Su Hao walked out of the room, he was still laughing constantly. He burst into tears, his stomach was twitching and painful, and even the muscles on his face were distorted and deformed.

An undetectable undercurrent is brewing in some corners of Maca City.

The entire city is a large, slightly circular building circle. With the city lord's palace as the core, it forms an interconnected aristocratic residential area. It is surrounded by residential houses of wealthy merchants, and the slave trading market and military camps become the largest area. These parts occupy more than three-quarters of the area of ​​Maca City. In the inner walls of the city, there is only a small amount of space belonging to civilians.

Meng Qi was wrapped in a dark black cloak. Under the escort of several men in black in the same style, she traveled through several areas in a row and came to the dense blocks of poor people and gangs outside the inner wall. Along the way, countless eyes were looking at him. There were indifferent and arrogant strong people, as well as bad intentions and merchants and small people. Many of them were familiar with Meng Qi and even had trade deals of varying degrees. But no matter whether they were high or low, as long as they came here, it meant that they had lost the protection of the city guards and had to rely on their own strength to get safety.

Walking into an alley with dilapidated buildings on both sides, and going deep into the end, Meng Qi stood in front of an ordinary tavern. The wooden door of the tavern was broken, and you could see a slight light coming out, emitting a strong and pungent smell of alcohol.

This kind of tavern is very common in Maca City. Customers are usually civilians and poor people. They don’t have much money in their pockets, and they only have enough to buy a glass of the worst water-dried wine to barely satisfy their desires. Most of the wines served in the tavern are made of sok tubers. Although water is mixed, the wine is still very strong. The entrance feels like a knife cutting the meat in the mouth. It can’t even contain it. It must be swallowed as quickly as possible. The feeling of flowing through the esophagus is no different from nitric acid. The strong corrosion continues to the stomach, as if the whole body is burning instantly, making people rise instantly in the heat and stimulation. The stimulation can only last for a short time. The brain has just tasted the intoxication and wakes up quickly.

After all, it is wine mixed with water. One cup of copper shells, and a pure wine requires five copper shells. Poor wine lovers only value the instantaneous stimulation. As for the damage caused by poor wine to the body, only nobles and rich people will care about it. Death early and reincarnate early, maybe they can go to another world for a few more years than others.

Meng Qi pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in with a quick look.

The drunkard sat next to several tables. A fat man with a lot of white powder on his face, a blood-red lips, and a low collar that could almost see the whole breasts coming forward. His fat face was filled with a charming smile, but Meng Qi skipped directly, walked through the hall under the guard of the man in black beside him, and walked into a secret door under the opposite stairs.

There is a very hidden spiral staircase there. If you were not a regular customer with special relationships, it would never be possible to walk into this door, and it would not be possible to know the existence of the staircase.

Four burly men leaned around the stairs and looked at Meng Qi with extremely unfriendly eyes. They kept playing with the knife in their hands or sipped in small sips of wine. Until Meng Qi took out a small iron card from his pocket, the eyes of several people became slightly gentle. The strong man in the lead came forward, turned his body sideways and made a "please" posture, guiding Meng Qi and others down the stairs.

There are dimly swaying candles on the walls. The lower they go, the stronger the smell of alcohol and sweat.

Soon, the stairs had reached the end, and what appeared in front of Meng Qi was an extremely large underground space.

To be precise, this is an arena.

The center is a square ring built with large pieces of logs, surrounded by chairs placed side by side. This arena setting is very similar to the boxing ring on the earth. When Mengqi walked into the arena, the chairs around him were almost full. The audience was full of prominent figures in Maka City. Nobles, merchants, gangster leaders, brothel madams... In short, you will never see these people gathered together anywhere in the city. After all, they have different identities, and their social class and consciousness concepts are too great. Only here can they abandon prejudices, give up their stubborn consciousness concepts, and honestly become common cognitions of something.

Yes, this is a very famous underground boxing arena. People who come here are not just to satisfy the visual effects. As long as they walk into this door, everyone becomes a gambler.

"Hehe this is his first time competing."

"Are you sure?"

"certainly."

The middle-aged man stared at the "worker bee" for a while and pondered, saying, "I can give an odds of 1 to 5. The old rule is that you cannot bet in the first three games of the game, you can only win the prize by winning or losing. After three games, the jury team will give the most fair odds. At that time, you have the chance to bet."

"no problem."

Meng Qi's face was full of a treacherous smile. He took out two silver shells and placed them on the table, asking, "Can you ask, how much is the bonus now?"

The man knew how to put away the silver beans, quickly looked through the notepad in front of him, slowly rubbed his chin, raised his head, and stared at the expressionless "worker bee" with a provocative gaze: "If the small tender meat you sent can hit "Mad Demon Rate", you can get a bonus of 500 gold beans. The prize money in the three games is doubled, and the total is very considerable."

Facing Meng Qi's conversation with the middle-aged man, the "worker bee" had no expression on his face, and he couldn't even say he was cold. It was only after the conversation that he took a look at the ring not far away, and a faint contempt appeared on the corner of his curved mouth.

"Madman Reit" is certainly not a real name, but a combination of nickname and abbreviation of name.

As a heavyweight boxer in the underground arena, "Madman Reit" has an independent rest room. When he appeared from the corridor opposite the field, a burst of exclamations and cheers broke out in the audience.

The shock and scream were of course because of the terrifying appearance of "Mad Demon Rett". He was over three meters tall, and even in the world of Labangkai, he was considered a giant. He was very burly and had a sharp edge and angular muscles almost as hard as steel. Although the height of the passage gate was about four meters, the narrow door frame almost became an obstacle to his huge body. In order to avoid unnecessary damage, "Mad Demon Rettt" could only bend over, half-sided, and slowly drill out of it.

As for the cheers, of course, they come from those audiences who are particularly familiar with "Mad Demon Reit" and have won a lot of money because of him. This group of people are loyal supporters of "Mad Demon Reit", and believe that this giant can bring more money and wealth to themselves. These people have a bit of the taste of the Earth World for the brainless fans of celebrities. Whether the idol in their minds has taken drugs, robbed and killed people, or liked to ravage young girls, liked homosexuals, and even did things like fucking their fathers and mothers, they still stubbornly believe that idols are the most perfect, and there must be a reason for doing those things.

"Mad Demon Ret" was almost naked, with only a piece of animal skin around his lower body. Although the muscles on his body were strong, the surface was covered with shocking scars. The most eye-catching thing was a zigzag scar that ran through the entire left chest. The color had turned black and should have been left in his early years. The wound should be caused by some kind of tearing behavior, with palm oil applied on the surface, reflecting a terrifying and weird luster under the light.

Naturally, Meng Qi's attention was completely attracted by the "crazy demon Ryt" at the first time.

There is no doubt that "Madman Reit" is not a real human, but a variety that hybridizes humans with other organisms.

"Hybridization" is not a unique situation on the earth. In fact, there has been chaotic mating of different species in the Labangka continent from ancient times to the present. The Central Mountains are recognized as the most dangerous area, and the powerful nobles have always been curious about mutants. Of course, they are not the only rulers in the depths of the Central Mountains. There are also some terrifying creatures with huge sizes and strong combat power, and they also chose the Central Mountains as their residence. The Willowson Kingdom once captured a giant beast more than six meters high, with hundreds of sharp teeth in the mouth of the thing, which is a kind of meat grinder.

Humans are the largest intelligent race in the world of Rabangka. However, this does not prevent the nobles from crossing humans with mutants. The most common method is to fix the captured mutants, tie their hands, feet and limbs firmly on the bed, force-fed a large amount of aphrodisiac drugs, and force-fed their genitals to force an erection. Then force the selected slave woman to intercourse with them, and the baby born has a high chance of becoming a tutored power monster.

"Mad Demon Reit" is the product of this kind of human-beast hybrid. It is tall, strong but not stupid. Its left arm did not evolve into a weapon, but it has obtained the battle inheritance from the mutant people of the father. It has the same wisdom as humans and can learn in battle. The more you participate in the competition on the battlefield, the richer your experience will be, clearly understand the weaknesses of your opponents, and know how to kill people simply and effectively.

Meng Qi only felt stuffy in his chest and felt an indescribable nervousness. Of course, he had seen the unrivaled combat power of the "Worker Bee", but he never expected that the opponent in the first boxing match would encounter a human-beast hybrid product like "Mad Demon Reit". And this guy was very quiet. It did not roar and scream like other boxers, provoking the opponent with words and actions, showing his strength and terror. The "Mad Demon Reit" sat casually, but the focus of his eyes was firmly on Meng Qi on the opposite side and the "Worker Bee" who had already appeared. Obviously, it was observing his opponent. This alone was enough for Meng Qi to produce a huge dangerous warning sign.

Meng Qi glanced at the audience room full of roars and cheers, and looked at the "worker bee" standing in the corner of the field with a worried look.

He was too young. He looked less than twenty years old. When he was in Suankakama Village, Meng Qi saw this "worker bee" punching the mutant's head with one eye. The hideous and cruel creature was simply a toy in front of him. However, hybrid mutants were completely different from mutants. The former inherited the latter's strong physical strength and combat power, and also learned the cunning and cleverness of human beings. Just like the long-standing Arab proverb on earth: "I would rather face a cruel and violent lion than provoke a poisonous snake curled up in the wetland and spitting red letters."

A faint voice from the young "working bee" came from Meng Qi's ears: "You don't seem to have any confidence in me?"
Chapter completed!