Fighting Slave Market.

This is the dirtiest part of the 1st District, because of the slave trade in modern civilization, and because of the fact that the place is really dirty, with garbage everywhere and even the smell of corpses - some fighting slaves are dead and are still sitting there in flatbed trucks.

All fighting slaves are brought in from outside, and fighting slave traders are free-flowing slave traders. They price their fighting slaves based on their height and weight, and those who have ever had combat experience are even more expensive. To put it simply, it's a slave market, it's dirty, but there are a lot of people who stay here every day. There are civilians, there are privileged people with the black iron level, and they all want to buy a good fighting slave, so that they can make themselves rich and increase their value.

"Take a look, this is a serious soldier, a cold-blooded killer, in addition to being good at killing, he is still good at killing!"

"Sir, don't look at this martial arts slave who is skinny, he's a standard Muay Thai fighter. You should know how sharp Muay Thai fighters really are, as long as you walk into the gladiatorial ring, they are the most terrifying killing machines! ”

“……”

The shouts rang out, and all the fighting slave traders were selling their fighting slaves and bargaining with the privileged. Of course, there are also many civilians who want to buy a fighting slave, but unfortunately they can't buy a good one at all, because a good fighting slave always needs a lot of money. In terms of money, civilians can never compete with the privileged, which means that the chances of them turning over are slim and slim.

A gold-class bigwig walked into the market with a handkerchief in his hand and covered his nose, looking at the new goods coming today.

"Hey, Hanster, don't you have enough fighting slaves? Still going to buy rags here? A voice came, it was another gold-class boss greeting.

"Maybe the rags can dig for gold, haha, aren't you here too, my old friend, hahahaha......"

“……”

The bosses of the gold class will also take their subordinates into the market to choose suitable fighting slaves, after all, this is something that can make them money, and many times they will do it themselves. After all, they are very old and experienced, and they are always not so at ease if they let go of the selection of their subordinates.

A dirty, cowered beggar in a corner narrowed his eyes. His eyes were full of bloodthirsty murderous intent, and he slowly pulled out a sharp knife from his dirty cloak, stood up and walked towards the golden boss.

The moment he approached, he swung his knife and stabbed the other man in the chest.

"Poof!"

The sharp knife pierced through the chest of the gold-class boss, and the hot blood flowed out instantly.

"Ah!! ――”

A miserable howl came from the big guy's mouth, his body collapsed to the ground, and the white handkerchief he was holding in his hand also floated on the dirty ground.

At the same time, several beggar-looking men rushed in, slashing at the privileged and slaughtering them mercilessly. In the course of the massacre, the people brought by the privileged immediately fought back, but a strange scene appeared, their counterattack was weakened by the attack of several beggars, and they were slaughtered in a short time.

These people who were brought in were all fighting slaves of the privileged, who had entered the gladiatorial arena, and even had gold-level fighting slaves. And they were under the siege of a few beggars, and they were even vulnerable.

"Murder! The Gold Tier was killed!! ”

"Quick! Fast! Fast! Notify the moderator, notify the moderator! ”

“……”

The fighting slave market suddenly became chaotic, and one privileged person after another was assassinated, lying in a pool of blood. And more and more beggars joined the assassination, from one to two, from two to four, and finally to hundreds.

Hundreds of mob-like beggars target the privileged, slaughtering frenzies for no reason, no excuse. In a short period of time, at least dozens of privileged people have been killed, and there are at least five or six gold-class bigwigs among them.

This is no longer an atrocity, but an extraordinary riot, a premeditated riot!

As soon as it happened, the bigwigs in District 1 received the news, and the moment they received the news, they were going crazy. This is an unprecedented assassination, this is a riot that has never been seen before, someone is slaughtering the privileged people under their protection! No, it's not a massacre, it's a provocation, a provocation to the rules of the First District, and even the rules of Hell City, in the same way that it slaughters the privileged.

The privileged are protected by the Hell City, and the Privileged are within the rules of the Hell City. Pet. Child. The assassination of one privileged person is not a big deal, but now at least fifty privileged people have been assassinated, this is simply a premeditated riot, and someone wants to overturn the rules!

"Are these guys crazy? They dare to attack the privileged, don't they know that speed is our rule? ”

“Fuck！ Send the arbiters to quell the riot immediately, immediately, immediately, all the arbiters! ”

"Give them some color, if we don't make an example of this kind of riot, then our dignity will be lost!"

“……”

The heavily armed arbiters immediately rushed to the Fighting Slave Market, and they all went out to deal with the riot they had never encountered before. Rules, rules, the privileged are meant to be protected, but now that so many privileged people are being slaughtered, Hell City must react as quickly as possible to suppress it.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! ……”

The sound of neat running resounded through the empty streets, and nearly two hundred arbiters were dispatched in an instant, speeding down the main road of the First District towards the Fighting Slave Market. When they ran halfway down the street, they suddenly found that the bustling streets on weekdays had become empty, and the silence was a bit infiltrating.

This is not normal, extremely abnormal!

On the top floor of the highest building on the street, Xiao Yuanchao knelt on one knee and locked on to a leader of the arbiters two hundred meters away with a rifle. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the muzzle of the gun could not be more steady.

Underneath him, in front of him, the houses on both sides of the street were full of mercenaries with rifles.

Thousands of mercenaries armed with guns waited patiently and restlessly, waiting for the moment when the guns rang out, waiting for the signal to attack. At this moment, they have surrounded the arbiters!

"Bang!"

Crisp gunshots burst out, breaking the silence of the streets.

A 7. The 62-millimeter bullet was fired from Xiao Yuanchao's rifle and spun towards the target under the effect of rifling.

"Poof!"

A blood flower bloomed on the head of the arbiter leader, and under the powerful penetrating force of the warhead, the arbiter's body shook violently and flipped backwards.

"Kill!! ――”

A tsunami-like roar erupted, and all the hidden mercenaries appeared, rifles in hand, shooting at the arbiters in the streets.

"Dada...... Dadada......"

Bursting gunshots rang out, and one arbiter after another lay in a pool of blood. They had no power to resist, because it was all too sudden and too sudden.

Five minutes later, two hundred arbiters had turned into two hundred corpses, and the blood beneath them had turned the street into a river!

This is the real riot, and this riot is just the beginning!