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

The distance between the two people was very close, and the audience on the field could not hear the conversation between them. Under the chaotic sound waves around, Meng Qi was silent for a moment, with a wry smile on his face: "I have made a choice and cannot regret it. Whether I have confidence or not, it actually doesn't matter."

"Work Bee" looked down at Meng Qi, and a smile appeared on her young face: "Believe me, you will be grateful for your choice. We will become companions, not just friends now."

This sentence contains too many meanings that Meng Qi cannot understand. At least, the words and words are not as simple as they sound on the surface. Before Meng Qi answered, the "Worker Bee" had turned her attention to the "Mad Demon Reit" opposite, raised her feet and walked towards the center of the referee's venue.

"Hey big guy, you have to deal with that kid in thirty seconds. Otherwise I'll cut you into pieces of stew."

"Obviously, this game is simply giving us money for nothing. What is the name of that handsome young man? Are you sure he is a boxer? Not a creamy man in a brothel? Or should I consider it, before he was beaten to death by "Madness Reit" and spend money to buy him. Well, he looks pretty and should not feel worse in bed than a woman."

"Oh, is this a duel? Or a unilateral massacre? Go and ask the boxing host, can you give that handsome and beautiful boy a price? Just thinking about him being torn to pieces by the beast soon makes me feel uncomfortable. He looks much more handsome than my husband. Look at the muscles, so strong that I really want to rush over and bite hard. If his two pectoral muscles can hold my diamond ring in the middle, I will give him this expensive jewelry directly."

The referee raised the arm of the "worker bee" and signaled that he would participate in the competition, which caused cheers and booing in the audience. The male audience had almost no favoritism for the handsome "worker bee". They strongly hope that the "crazy Letter" could quickly lose his opponent, and even made a second bet based on the specific method of death whether it was a dismantle or a headshot. The women's reaction was completely opposite. Most of the people who like to seek excitement in this kind of underground are mostly lovers of the deep boudoir or the rich and tycoons. Strong and handsome men are their favorites. It is indeed a pity that a beautiful man was killed in vain on the court. They should be kept by themselves and completely satisfy their empty physical needs in the bed and in the bathroom according to their own requirements.

The referee is a fat middle-aged man with a big belly. He has been chattering endlessly, praising two opponents who are about to fight with the most gorgeous words. "Mad Demon Ret" is said to be the most terrifying and savage madman in the world, while "Worker Bee" is said to be the seed of a civilized world, and the illegitimate son of a noble royal family member of a certain bloodline. The splashing saliva in the sky constantly stimulates the audience, prompting them to take out more gold coins from their wallets and continuously increase the bets they have selected. In this case, the odds of "Worker Bee" who participated for the first time also soared to one loss of three.6.

Using words to guide the psychology of gamblers is an extremely profound knowledge. The referee who is also the host has great experience in this regard and has rich experience. He quickly made up a tragic story for the young "worker bee". The main reason is that the father of royal blood raped the poor mother, and the illegitimate son was discriminated against and humiliated since childhood. The despicable ruler will never admit that this is true, and he is worried that the prince and daughter who are stolen by the foreign wild breed will continue to assassinate the young children. In order to protect the flesh in his heart, the poor mother died, leaving the child to wander in the dark underground world alone. Now, he is standing on the ring and is about to accept the test of life and future.

The unfounded false story immediately set off another betting climax among the audience.

"Savage, I helped me kill that damn little bastard. The people I hate most in my life are the king and the nobles. If I kill him, I will order two kilograms of this guy's meat and go back to fry it."

"Prince and the beast? Hahahaha, this story is so fucking attractive. Raise two hundred gold beans and buy "Madness Ret" to win. Let that pretty boy die even worse, tear off his genitals, or break his ass."

"He must win. If he wins, I will buy him immediately. How beautiful and careless you must beat that monster."

Similar to the widespread anti-rich psychology on earth, the nobles on Labonka continent also hate kings, and civilians also hate nobles. Out of similar ideas, almost everyone hopes to see the violent plot of the royal bloodline being abused and killed.

"Mad Demon Ret" has slowly walked over from the corner of the field and stood in front of the referee. Its ugly face no longer had the caution and vigilance he had before, and was full of arrogance and fierceness. It had observed its opponent for nearly five minutes and did not find any threat to itself. In other words, this is a poor worm who is free of danger and can be ravaged by itself at will.

"Did you hear it? Many viewers want to buy your meat to satisfy their cravings."

In the continent of Labangka, there has always been a tradition of eating meat pieces from the dead. This is also an important source of income for the underground boxing arena. Especially the heart, small intestine and liver of the death boxer, the selling price will be higher than that of ordinary muscles.

"Mad Demon Reit" is very clear about how to completely suppress the opponent's momentum before the battle. Especially this type of certainty is far inferior to his own type. Language intimidation often makes them lose their calmness and mess up. There is nothing easier than solving a panicked opponent.

The young "worker bee" looked at "Mad Demon Reit" coldly, turned her eyes to the referee standing next to her, and asked in a very loud voice that many people around her heard, "Can you start?"

This sentence was obviously beyond the referee's expectations. He looked at the "worker bee" in surprise, hesitated for a few seconds, then he nodded slowly, quickly walked to the edge of the field, and waved his arms heavily at the assistant in the distance. The latter understood and swung the thick wooden hammer and smashed it hard at the golden gong hanging on the wooden rack, sending an extremely harsh opening signal that overwhelmed all sounds.

"Kill him"

"Twist his neck."

"I want to swallow you alive"

The messy shouts almost made at the same time as the gong sound. "Mad Demon Reit" just smiled and stepped out his left leg, but saw the young "worker bee" opposite him suddenly changed in shape and rushed towards him. The beast-like vertical pupils in the eyes of "Mad Demon Reit" suddenly turned into fine lines, subconsciously trying to avoid or defend. At this moment, the young "worker bee" had waved his right fist and hit the top of the nose bridge and the vital position between his eyes like lightning. A crisp "click" sound erupted in the air, and the whole face of "Mad Demon Reit" suddenly deformed, sank inward under the crushing force of a huge fist. Then the whole person was carried by the terrible force, flew backwards, and hit the leather rope guardrail with excellent toughness on the edge of the field. After bounced back, the whole person lay heavily in the center of the field, his hands and feet twitched disorderly for a moment, and then there was no sound again.

The entire battle was less than three seconds before and after. The audience was silent, and the originally careless referee also opened his mouth wide, his face full of incredible shock.

The suffocating silence lasted for nearly half a minute until a bare head, looking about seventy or eighty years old, wearing a luxurious robe, covered her chest tightly and fell from the stands. A beautiful girl sitting next to him who should be her mistress suddenly screamed, which attracted everyone's attention and caused a new sensation on the field again.

Meng Qi met the old man. He was a very rich businessman. He first suppressed three thousand gold beans on the "Mad Demon Reit". After the "Worker Bee" came on the court, he felt that this was an opportunity to make a good fortune, so he bet another twenty thousand gold beans. This was almost the old man's entire wealth. The intentional teasing of the black referee made the old man feel that he could win more, and finally bet on the only six hundred gold beans left in his pocket.

When the head of "Mad Demon Ret" was blown up, the old man felt that his heart seemed to be hit by a huge force and cracked open, screaming and losing his vitality in a short period of time. The decaying body could not bear this stimulation at all. His body was quickly cleared out by the field staff, and the referee who came back from the shock also rushed to the "Worker Bee" side, raised his hand high, and loudly announced the newly-generated winner with unprecedented passion and excitement.

Thousands of gold shells filled a small iron box. Looking at these shining gold coins, Meng Qi felt trembling all over, and there was a sense of unreality and illusion.

He was sure again that his decision to surrender to Su Hao was extremely correct.

That is, Su Hao's position in Meng Qi's mind has risen from an ordinary master to a god-like height.

The Gladiator Training Ground is located in the northeast corner of the Prisoner Camp. It occupies about a quarter of the entire camp. Unlike other parts of the camp, there are supply convoys that transport food and alcohol every day, and the guards are tighter. The prison cells are not just iron fences, but are mixed with stronger stone walls.

Under the leadership of several guards, Su Hao couldn't help frowning when he walked into a stone house specially provided for gladiators to live in.

There were too many people in the room. Although the room was spacious, there were 20 or 30 people inside. The hot climate made people choose to be naked, and there was no need for men to wear underwear. On both sides of the room were beds set against the wall, and in the middle was a corridor. In order to save money and labor, the wooden boards for the bed were placed directly on the ground, and the padding was just for grass. Everyone slept on such a bunk.

People were barefoot, and the wet and hot environment in the house was full of sweat beads of naked bodies. A strong body odor and foot odor filled every corner of the house. Everyone looked at Su Hao who had just walked in with fierce and cold eyes, as if it was a piece of fresh meat for sharing.

In the innermost part of the room, many men were constantly surrounding two women. There were too many men surrounding the two beds, and Su Hao could not see the woman's appearance. He just vaguely saw from the gap between his body that the woman was quite sloppy and had long hair, but under the repeated attacks of men, he was exhausted and kept shouting loudly.

They may be very happy, or they may be begging for mercy before they are almost exhausted. Of course, only ghosts know what the actual situation is. Su Hao already has a rough understanding of the prison slave camp, because the slaves have more or less money rewarded by their masters, and there are often prostitutes outside here. Slaves are willing to spend a few copper coins on the prostitutes to satisfy their desires, and only prostitutes with the lowest level will take on the flesh-and-skinned business with the slaves. After all, they are not very good-looking, and rich people disdain it. But as long as they can withstand the impact of the slave crazy venting, the money earned from the prison slave camp is actually a lot of money, and their income is not weaker than other high-level prostitutes.

The slaves who are qualified to stay here are carefully selected trainees. Gladiators can earn more money on the field, and their treatment is naturally better than ordinary slaves. But in Su Hao's opinion, this room is actually no different from a pig's nest.

The steel prison door closed with a "clang" behind Su Hao. He walked into the room with a slow step.

No one showed kindness to Su Hao, the new member. All the men stared at him with arrogant and hostile eyes. Several particularly burly guys even made moves to deliberately show their muscles and strength with their arms raised. The two women who were constantly screaming by Yu De actually had the strength to turn their heads, constantly throwing charming eyes at Su Hao, and deliberately making teasing moves of licking their lips with their tongues.

Su Hao picked up a bed that was still considered Yu Jing and was about to lie down. A strong man covered in black hair walked over, raised his feet that were smelly, and stepped heavily on the bed board. The two thick black hands clenched into fists and smashed each other heavily, making heart-pounding sounds.

The strong man felt like a giant bear. He stared at Su Hao viciously, and his disgusting saliva splashed out from his mouth: "New boy, I have to teach you a good lesson and teach you the rules here."

"rule?"

Su Hao repeated the word. He looked around and found that everyone was looking at this side, including two men lying on the woman's rough movements. His eyes released contempt, cold, sarcastic and ridiculous eyes. Several particularly strong guys were even eager to try, coming from all around, completely blocking the space for his dodging.

“The rules of Gladiator Training Camp are not the same as those outside.”

The black-haired strong man walked forward two steps, spread his legs, and stood in front of Su Hao in an extremely arrogant position. He held the genitals with his left hand and stroked them up and down. The soft and soft meat stick suddenly became hard and held his head up and down. The strong man aimed the genitals at Su Hao, and said with a grin: "The rule here is that newcomers must obey orders. Starting from me, use your mouth and tongue to clean all the bottoms of everyone here."

This extremely dirty and evil sentence resonated strongly in the room. Everyone was laughing wildly, and even the woman lying on the bed inside tried to poke her head out and smiled "eat" but suddenly she was caught by another man next to her and stuffed her genitals into their mouths that had just opened.

"Is this what you call the rule?"

Su Hao said calmly. His voice was full of the magnetic characteristics of the male, beautiful and pleasant, and his eyes were fixed on the black-haired strong man opposite him: "In other words, when you came in before, you had enjoyed similar treatment? Are you called by everyone as a toilet?"

This sarcastic answer is obviously more hilarious than the previous definition of rules. The laughter in the room was louder, and many people began to talk about it and talk about it. The topic of the conversation was no longer a ridicule of Su Hao, but about the black-haired strong man himself. Especially their eyes seemed to be looking at a fat bear played by a tamed beast in a circus.

"What are you saying, bastard? I want to tear your damn mouth."

The black-haired strong man felt insulted, and his eyes were bulging, and the blood vessels on his shoulders and neck were raised, and his whole body roared and rushed towards him.

The violent movements did not have any effect on Su Hao. He dodged sideways with dazzling agility, and then rushed behind the strong man at an incredible speed. No one could see clearly what Su Hao did, but saw that the black-haired strong man was unstable, lost his center of gravity, fell to the ground heavily, and screamed in shock.

Su Hao grabbed the strong man's back neck and slammed his head on the ground with a cold expression. The violent collision immediately caused a wound to crack on the strong man's right cheek, from the corner of his eyes to his jaw. The bright red blood covered the entire face, and the flesh turned out to make him look more terrifying than ever. He screamed in succession, waved his hands on both sides, trying to grab Su Hao's legs and feet and dragged him down, but Su Hao twisted his shoulders backhand and suddenly exerted force in the opposite direction. The strong man immediately glared at his eyes, and felt a pain in his chest that was almost suffocating. His lips wide open, and a cry of despair like crying from the depths of his throat completely overwhelmed the crisp sound of bone breaking.

The sound was so shrill and painful that even the excited man who was moving back and forth on the woman did not consciously shivered. When they came to their senses and wanted to continue to release their desires, they found that their genitals had suddenly shrunk in fear and softened shamefully.

The other two strong men who were closest to him were about to go up to help, but saw Su Hao pushing his companion, the black-haired strong man, towards his direction. Su Hao's face was still calm, and he grabbed the back of his neck with his left hand, separated his five fingers with his right hand, and pressed them on the surface of the strong man's two eyelids respectively.

His fingers slowly pressed in. It was like a machine operating according to a fixed program, stable and orderly, without any possibility of changing direction or movement.
Chapter completed!