When Luo Lan was secretly wondering if he had said something wrong, the little man stared at him for a long time and said, "You never called him that before, listen to my advice, he is your cousin after all, you don't have to hate him because of that incident." ”

Luo Lan slowly exhaled a breath, and the face behind the mask smiled easily, and secretly said You can rest assured of this, because dead people can't hate others.

The little man suddenly turned his head unconsciously, glanced behind Luo Lan, and said, "The captain is already here." ”

Luo Lan followed his gaze and slowly turned back to look, and in the large square surrounding the arena, there were more than twenty indifferent faces gathered there, led by a man with thick limbs and a short stature, they just stood there, and immediately condensed an invisible murderous aura around them.

Luo Lan glanced at them and found that although the weapons in their hands had been disguised and treated to a certain extent, and there seemed to be everything from hooks to guns, from swords to hammers, anyone with a little discerning could identify from the iron quality and style of these weapons that they were the handwriting of the same person.

It was not for nothing that he noticed this. There are two reasons for this, one is because each person's martial arts skills are different, and the weapons they manipulate are of course different, and the other is that only the weapons that are suitable for themselves and have been run in for a long time can be used well, and it is easier to exert their power.

The weapons all came from one place, which only means that they have been gathered together since the beginning of their martial arts training.

Moreover, these people's expressions, temperaments, and ways of acting are very unique, they don't look a little messy like the fighting teams that Luo Lan has seen, but they are neat and uniform between advance and retreat, like an army.

The temperature around them seemed to drop a few degrees because of their presence, and some of the fighters in their path avoided them.

Seeing that they had crossed the Chain Bridge and were approaching here, the little man pulled Luo Lan's sleeve and motioned for him to come with him.

Luo Lan nodded slowly, this clue is very important, can the answer he is looking for be found in these people?

The leader immediately noticed them, looked at Luo Lan who was slowly approaching, and didn't seem to show any emotional fluctuations at all because of his appearance, just said lightly: "It's good to be back." ”

Presumably this is Mokason? Luo Lan took a step forward, put his hand into his coat pocket, pinched the end of the parchment letter and was about to say something, but a long horn sound was heard in the distance, which immediately drew everyone's attention.

Captain Mokasen glanced at Luo Lan and said in a deep voice, "If you have anything to say, I'll talk about it when I come back." He strode toward the arena's iron fence gates.

The parchment roll in Luo Lan's hand was put back again, and it seemed that these people were preparing to participate in this fighting match.

As the iron winch turned, the five-man tall iron fence in front of them slowly rose with the crunch of metal rubbing, and rows of swamp rotten fish warriors were standing behind the long passage, blowing the horn to enter.

Morkasen paused, turned to the little man, and said, "Don't Zanta, you stay." ”

The little man opened his mouth, swept away by Mosenka's unsparing fierce eyes, and wanted to say anything but could not say it, so he had to stand in despair.

Mokasson glanced at Luo Lan, turned around and walked in again, and the team members behind him were silent and followed the fish.

There is still a distance of about 50 meters between this section of the wider and deeper arena corridor and the field inside, and when this pedestrian has just walked into the middle distance, the iron fence that has just risen on the opposite side and the fan outside are put down at the same time.

Mo Carson was stunned, his face showed anger, Huo Ran turned his head and stared at Luo Lan standing outside the iron fence with angry eyes, and shouted: "Traitor!"

But his voice was quickly cut off by a second solid wooden door that had fallen from the two inner doors.

The little man stared at Luo Lan in disbelief at first, then came to his senses and hurriedly retreated a few steps, panting and saying, "Are you a traitor?"

Luo Lan was inexplicable, but he also noticed something was wrong at this time, he seemed to feel that his back was resting on it with several sharp swords, and there was a strong murderous aura hidden in the cold air, his neck couldn't help but lead up slightly, and his heels also deviated from the ground, a move that might jump up at any time to fight back.

At the same time, he secretly sighed in his heart, because the only way to get here was the chain bridge, which made it much more difficult for him to get out of here.

At this moment, the side doors on both sides of the iron fence door suddenly "banged", and steady and powerful footsteps came from inside, and a middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure walked out with four people dressed in blue forbidden deacon uniforms.

The little man had an angry expression in his eyes, he looked at the forbidden deacons, then at Luo Lan, and suddenly ran towards the chain bridge without looking back, but the strange thing was that these people did not block his actions at all, and let him run away like this, only focusing on Luo Lan.

And listening to the footsteps, he was not stopped by the person behind Luo Lan.

The aura behind him was tense, as if a bow and arrow were aimed at Luo Lan from a very far away, so that he had to lift all his spirits and not dare to move indiscriminately.

Only a short moment passed, but he felt as if it were a few hours.

The sound of the wire winch rang out again.

The iron fence door slowly opened, revealing a miserable scene inside, all the flesh and blood seemed to be trampled again by the giant beast after being violently destroyed, and it was repeatedly crushed, and the stone wall on the inner side of the corridor was completely clinging to the pasty human shape that was crushed on it, such a scene that could only be seen in hell was enough to make the person with the weak ability to bear it vomit everything in his belly on the spot.

Among them, there was also a man who had fallen into a coma and remained intact, two deacons in blue walked in and dragged him out, leaving a bloody mark on the ground, and one untied his upper clothes, revealing a tattoo of two fists clenched together on his chest.

The two blue-clothed deacons nodded and signaled to the middle-aged man, who nodded with satisfaction, he waved his hand, and the pressure behind Luo Lan suddenly relaxed.

The middle-aged man nodded and smiled at Luo Lan and said, "Mr. Hosephine, this time I have to thank you for the information you provided, so that we can catch all these members of the Free Mutual Aid Association." ”

Luo Lan heard of this name for the first time.

He didn't answer, but glanced in the direction the little man had fled.

The middle-aged man immediately chuckled in understanding, "Don't worry, the guy who lets us go will only take our people to their lair." They won't come to you for trouble, and you can continue to be relieved to do our job. ”

At this time, no one noticed that the young man who was unconscious on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up from the ground, pulled out a short sword from his body and put it on the neck of the middle-aged man, he yelled, "Don't move anyone." ”

No one moved, but they looked at him with indifference, like the eyes of a dead man.

The middle-aged man sighed softly, as if he was regretting something, his fingers just moved slightly, and the young man immediately covered his neck, took a few steps back with a frightened face, and then rolled his head back, and rolled down directly from his neck.

"Plop!"

The headless corpse fell straight to the ground.

The corners of Luo Lan's eyes jumped slightly, and he could distinguish that a filament-like thing in the middle-aged man's hand flickered.

The middle-aged man took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood on his fingers very carefully, and then threw it on the young man's head, and he said to Luo Lan kindly: "Mr. Huo Senfen, the plan has changed temporarily, and you need to cooperate with us to do another important task." “

Luo Lan was silent, everything that happened here made him unable to make a correct judgment, and his front was like a layer of fog full of doubts, blocking all sight and roads.

In such an unclear situation, he really shouldn't open his mouth more, but fortunately, with the mask in the way, the middle-aged man couldn't see any clues from his face.

"There are already a lot of members of the Mutual Aid Association who have mixed in with our death row fighters, as if they are brewing some small moves?" The middle-aged man shook his head and waved his hand: "I just don't like to use my brain to think about the twists and turns in this, I don't want to care about what plans these atheists of the Mutual Aid Association have, those old guys who naturally sit on it use their brains, but they asked me to pass on a word to you, hoping that you can blend in with those death row prisoners and find out their plans for us." ”

Luo Lan's heart shook heavily.

Death row prisoners? slaves?

In addition to some teams from outside, there are also countless teams composed of death row prisoners and slaves, who are the main forces that often appear in the fighting arena, and it is precisely because of their existence that the fighting arena is more bloody and cruel.

"Ah, I almost forgot, you were also a member of the Free Aid Society, look at my memory. The middle-aged man slapped his head, and then he stared at Luo Lan with a poisonous snake-like gaze and said, "So I believe that you will definitely be able to complete this task, right?"

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