"You're so unlucky!" The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks led the black-clad bodyguard into a cage-like room, and there were three other people sitting in the corner, and after sending Cons Dante in, the man said jokingly.

Cons, Dante ignored the meaning, but found a random place to sit down.

"Basayev, what's the matter with this kid?" A fierce-looking young man in the corner suddenly asked the man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks. Obviously not older than Constance Dante, but he called Constance Dante a boy.

"This was sent in by Mr. Shuvalov with 'special care', Alyosha, you are still nosy." The man sneered and said, "It's your turn to play soon, the kid in front of you didn't turn out well, do you still have time to ask me this?" ”

"Huh-" Alyosha scoffed, but there was still a hint of jealousy in his eyes, and the relationship with that madman of Shuvalov, whether good or bad, would never be good. He couldn't help but glance at the man in the darkness against the wall to his right, but he quickly withdrew his gaze.

"Let's go, don't bother. Now it's your turn. Hopefully, you'll be able to defeat Romanloff so you can take his place. Basayev sneered loudly at the top of his voice, urging the other party to get out of the cage quickly.

"Hehe, don't be complacent, I'll let you know how good I am after Lao Tzu knocks out that kid from Romanlov." Alyosha was fierce, but Constance Dante still felt a hint of apprehension in his voice.

At that moment, several men passed by carrying a stretcher, on which lay a half-old boy, whose head was simply bandaged, and the doctor gave him pain-relieving injections as he walked. But the boy stared up with empty eyes open, as if he were stupid. The blood on his face was shocking, and Alyosha's face was shaken.

"It's good to be ambitious, after all, it's a young man! But don't end up like this, it won't be cost-effective. And this was obviously under the nose of Mrs. Basayev, the man said with a laugh.

"Damn, I'm sure I'll have skinned Romanlov, you wait for me!" Alyosha had a wolf-like ferocity on his face, a look that even an old adult like Basayev couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

But the man just pouted and said, "If you have the ability, go on the field and abolish Romanlov, and tell him these cruel words, what kind of cruelty is fighting with me here." How good it is to abolish Romanlov, a lot of money is all yours, and you are the new king of gladiatorial fights! Whoever deposes Romanlov is the new master of the gladiatorial arena, and some of them have countless gold coins in their pockets! But there's a use in shouting in front of me? ”

In his opinion, Alyosha is useless no matter how ruthless he is, he is just cannon fodder, whether it is him or those before and after, they are just cannon fodder sent by Shuvalov for the sake of viewing effect, and in the end it is only the tenth person who sends Romanov to a dead end.

"Let's go?" Basayev looked at Alyosha and said, now that halftime is over, it is the turn of the teenager to play. These selected people are all around ten years old, they are not good children, they fight in the back streets and alleys every night, they are the ones who steal chickens and dogs during the day, they are like moths, wantonly doing some small damage and being disgusted.

And this kind of boy naturally has nothing to cherish, not to mention that in this kind of underground place, anyway, most of them will grow into hooligans or gangsters in the future, they often have no family to take care of, and if there is any accident after signing the agreement, no one will come to the door to play with their lives, and even Shuvalov can solve it without spending some money. This method of making the best use of everything has allowed Shuvalov's power to develop rapidly in recent years.

The previous few people had just been selected and had only been trained for a few months, and they were counting on being able to defeat the original invincible gladiatorial king on the field, but once they got on the field, they found that things were completely different, and even the abandoned gladiatorial king was not something that they could shake these small characters.

It was already six victories, and one was worse than the other, which made Alyosha's mood even heavier, but he could only give it a go now.

With curses in his mouth, the boy followed Basayev out and into the arena, and in the eyes of Considae Dante, he was indeed so cowardly.

And at this moment, there were three people in the cage again.

And without Alyosha's unpleasant curses, the cage was once again calm. Constance Dante glanced at the other two, one of whom was shivering in the corner, obviously so frightened that he didn't even have the courage to scold the boy before, and the other one was very incomprehensible to Constance Dante. In the dim light, Constance Dante couldn't see the other party's face clearly, but the aura he exuded made Consitant Dante feel very uncomfortable.

"The dice have been rolled, and there's no turning back." Suddenly, a young voice came from the darkness, obviously this person was not big, but his voice had a strange momentum.

He was speaking of what Caesar had said, meaning that once a matter is decided, it cannot be reversed or changed.

"You think you can win honor, but you are just going to perdition." The man chuckled, and the other's body trembled more with each of his words.

"What about you? Why are you so confident? And at that moment, Constance Dante suddenly asked.

"Me?"

In the darkness, there was a sudden burst of laughter.

"It turned out to be just a stupid person who didn't know anything. Even I don't know・・・・・・ I'm different from you scum who only have been trained for a month or two and think you can go to heaven, I was there to replace him from the beginning. The boy's voice became fierce.

At the same time, the sounds of fighting outside also came one after another, and the cheers of the audience from time to time were also heard, and it seemed that Alyosha had begun the battle with Romanoff.

But this time, Constance Dante felt a little strange, unlike the previous sixth, this time his tempo was noticeably faster, and through the sound Consitant Dante felt that the machine was running violently, and it seemed that the boy named Alyosha was going to be unlucky.

"Ha~ That kid is finally going to pay the price, Romanloff is finally serious!" In the dark, the boy made the same assertion as Constance Dante thought. (To be continued.) )