Speaking of the seven large arenas in the city, in addition to the largest "Royal Colosseum", the other six smaller arenas have always been in the midst of cruel commercial competition.

Even though the citizens are very fond of gladiatorial fighting, the number of spectators is limited after all, and how to surpass other arenas in terms of the number of visitors and turnover and fight their way out of the business war has always been the main concern of the major arena managers.

These unscrupulous businessmen who organize the fighting between the living and the walking corpses, and make money through bloody life-and-death battles, naturally have no morals at all, and basically use all methods in order to defeat their competitors:

Spreading bad rumors about other arenas is just a common tactic. In order to reduce attendance at other arenas, the merchants also hired assassins to disguise themselves as spectators, assassinate innocent spectators in other arenas, and poison communal water sources. Even tried to assassinate the managers of other arenas.

The competition between these arenas has gone beyond the realm of cruelty and reached the realm of horror. In order to avoid being assassinated by competitors, the managers of the arena are also heavily guarded, and there are guards to protect them at all times.

At this time, the owner of Caesar's Arena was sitting in a dimly lit office inside the arena building, reading the words on a piece of parchment in his hand by the light of the torches on the wall.

The administrator of Caesar's Arena was a tall, small-haired man who wore a dark blue robe and was adorned with many ornate gold and silver ornaments.

This person's face is angular, and he looks like the kind of decent hero character that is common in old movies, but it's a pity that he has a fat figure, which makes him a lot less handsome.

Although he built this arena, he didn't actually like to watch gladiatorial fights, just to make money. Because of this, he did not go out to watch the game, but continued to stay in the office, checking the documents at hand.

Several silver-armored soldiers leaned against the wall without saying a word, ready to draw their swords and unsheath them to protect the "boss" of the arena. For the combat effectiveness of these guards, the manager is still very relieved.

However, something seems to be not quite right in the arena tonight.

Hearing the sound of discussion and quarrel coming from the auditorium of the arena, the middle-aged man sitting in the office was about to order the guards to go out and have a look, when a sharp knock suddenly sounded in front of the black wooden door.

Without saying a word, the two soldiers stepped forward and drew their daggers as they pulled open the door and pointed at the man standing in the hallway. The unkempt man was so frightened that he raised his hands and shouted, "I'm here to report the news, it's not good!" ”

The administrator motioned for the soldier to put down his sword, sat behind the wooden table with his chin propped on his hands, stared at the staff member who was emitting a foul smell, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?" ”

"Lord Hoggart, the 'Huns' you rented from the Alexandria Arena, the audience can't stand it at all, and they are already about to leave!" The staff cried and mourned: "If you don't stop the game now, the reputation of Caesars Arena and the number of spectators will drop!" ”

Hearing this, the arena manager known as Hoggart not only did not panic, but waved his hand lightly as if he had expected this: "I know, you can leave." ”

"But ......" said the man who came to report something.

"Alright, I said I got it." Hoggart added impatiently: "The game continues, you don't have to inform me again." ”

After speaking, before the staff member could speak again, the two soldiers who had comprehended the "will of their superiors" had already slammed the door behind and locked out the person who had come to report the news.

Looking up at the wooden door of his office, Hoggart's handsome face slowly twisted into a sinister smile.

In fact, the loan of the "Huns" to the Arena of Alexandria was part of his plot to bring down the Arena of Alexandria. What happened now was completely predictable!

According to the newly revised rules of the Colosseum, if a gladiator kills a spectator in the arena, the arena that owns the gladiator will be subject to a hefty fine. If the number of dead and wounded is too high, it may even be directly disqualified from continuing business and forcibly demolished by the army.

The problem is that the punishment written in this management rule is "the arena that owns the gladiator", not "the arena where the accident occurred".

Now Hoggart, he is not worried about any chaos in the arena at all, and even hopes that the audience will die at the hands of the Huns. After all, even if the spectator is killed in the Caesar's Arena, it will only be the owner of the "Huns" - the Alexandria Arena who will be punished!

At present, the identity of the undead gladiator, the Huns, is still a gladiator affiliated with the Arena of Alexandria, but he is temporarily loaned to the Caesar's Arena. This point can be said to be clear in the contract signed by the two parties:

Thinking of this, Hoggart took out the papyrus he used when signing the lease contract again, and began to confirm that he had confirmed the text on the paper dozens of times, almost foolproof:

"Alexandria Arena, the 'Huns' are now temporarily leased to Caesar's Arena."

Hoggart was sure that the paper should be like this, but when he picked up the papyrus and saw the words on it, he was suddenly stunned, because the words on it had become:

"Alexandria Arena, now the 'Huns' are used in Caesar's Arena."

"Huh?"

Hoggart frowned and looked at the blank space where the words "temporary lease" were supposed to be, and then looked at the black texture on the back of the paper, and suddenly realized that the situation was not good, and his face was immediately twisted into a bitter melon shape.

- The words on the contract do not seem to have been written in ordinary ink.

Although Hoggart did not study this aspect, he knew very well what it would mean to him if the Huns killed the audience after the "temporary loan" disappeared.

"Are they cheating on me......"

Hoggart stood up with a frown, pushed the door open roughly, dragged his bloated body and ran down the hallway. The body leaves a huge silhouette in the light of the torch:

"Tell the soldiers to stop the game immediately, and tell the spectators to leave the stadium immediately, hurry up!" He shouted.

Although this will devastate Caesars Arena, it can't be controlled so much now!

Hoggart's orders soon began to be carried out in the arena, and the soldiers, who had been trying to maintain order in the arena, began to guide the spectators out of the arena. And more than a dozen elite heavy armored soldiers with heavy weapons in their hands also decisively rushed into the arena, intending to subdue the Right Virtuous King who was still howling in the arena.

"The game is over, now out of the field!" A soldier shouted.

Then, the soldier's neck was hot, and a sharp pain flowed through his body, and the terrifying feeling of suffocation caused him to clutch his neck and fall to his knees.

He had his throat cut!

Before the other heavily armored soldiers could turn around, they heard an eerie voice from behind them:

"Competition...... It's just getting started. ”

While speaking, Lin Chi's eyes lit up with scarlet words:

"You have gained the life of a man who was a soldier in Caesar's Arena and triggers a passive skill that increases your Strength and Agility by 3 each. The effect will last for five minutes. ”