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Li Shao, who didn't find anything abnormal, stopped a few strong men who wanted to step forward, turned to Chen Peng and said, "Boss Chen, just let the workers be good."

Maybe it's not bad for this handling fee, maybe it's because he wants to please the mysterious Boss Chen through the relationship between his subordinates, Li Shao said, and took out expensive cigarettes from his pocket, and politely let a few strong men say: "Don't bother these friends, just let my people move."

Thirty tons of goods, all moved, up and down the handling room, at most less than 10,000 yuan.

This is really a drizzle for Li Shao, who is already ready to spend tens of millions to curry favor with the mysterious Boss Chen.

"Your people are too slow."

But at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Peng, who was about to descend on the outsider world again, didn't want to waste so much time here.

After all, those workers are just ordinary people, even if there are twenty or thirty people, it is difficult to move the meat in two hours.

"And ordinary people still need to rest."

Chen Peng turned his mind and said to a strong man behind him, "Call more people up."

"Boss Chen.."

And when he saw Chen Peng calling someone for help, Li Shao felt that he couldn't get over his face, and when he wanted to speak again to dissuade him, the strong man behind Chen Peng came to the back of the big truck without saying a word.

"Hey, it's a lot easier for us now." When a worker saw it, he was overjoyed.

"If someone doesn't use it, let us move it ourselves." Some people are dissatisfied with Li Shao.

"Will the boss deduct our wages?" Another worker was afraid that Li Shao would deduct his handling fee.

"Just this little arm and leg, can you do it?" A sturdy man looked at the young man who grabbed him in front of him.

With a height of about 1.7 meters, it looks like he weighs more than 100 catties, because he often works as a receptionist in the underground boxing market, this young man's skin looks a little pale.

"Don't bother you, it's all our business."

Although there is a lot of ridicule on his lips, he is still simple and honest in his heart.

When Dahan saw the young man jumping into the big truck and was about to bend down to carry the goods in the truck, he stepped forward and hurriedly said, "Let me come."

A bag of meat, about 100 catties, is packed in a sturdy woven bag.

"I can only carry one bag at a time, I guess this young man can't move it, don't use too much force to push your waist." The big man thought in his heart, and wanted to reach out and snatch the goods from the young man's hand.

A pull, a pull.

"This kid has such a big hand?" The big man was stunned, he felt that the goods in the young man's hand seemed to be caught by iron tongs, no matter how hard he tried, the young man did not move.

"Forget it, if he wants to, let him move."

Perhaps afraid that he would use too much force and tear the fragile bag that had frozen over, the big man shook his head and was about to bend down to carry the other goods.

"You guys. . . Stay .."

Hoarse, harsh, as if a dry voice that had been spoken for a long time sounded, and the young man picked up a hundred catties of goods in one hand under the surprised eyes of the workers outside the car, and walked off the car with ease.

"I can't see it, this kid is a strong man!" One worker was surprised.

"Is this the infallibility of man?" One looked at the young man as if there was nothing in his hand, and he walked like a fly, trotting towards the factory.

"Maybe it's the boss's bodyguard?" Dahan guessed that he felt that the bodyguards were generally hidden and powerful.

"It's not just him.." A worker muttered, pointing to a few people who jumped into the car and said, "Look, that man is carrying three bags."

Like the fitness instructor seen on TV, the muscles of the strong man in the car flare, and three bags of 100-pound goods were placed on the shoulders of his companions.

Bang—

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground sounded suddenly, and when the strong man jumped off the car, everyone seemed to feel the big truck in front of them.

"No. You guys.."

After the strong man glanced at everyone expressionlessly, he walked towards the factory like a young man.

"I don't feel like I really need us anymore." One thought about it and asked his companion next to him, "Shall we rest?"

"And what about our salaries?" Someone answered.

"Let's see what the boss arranges.." Someone went to ask Li Shao...

A minute passes.

When more than twenty strong men came to the underground boxing arena again.

"They're going to work as stevedores, how are we going to mess around." Someone sighed.

"Look at that, it's even more powerful than the person just now, and he moved four bags!" One patted the sighing man on the shoulder.

"The one with the tattoo on his body, he moved seven bags!" Exclamations..

Three minutes passed.

Everyone got Li Shao's approval, and the salary remained unchanged.

"To three."

"Pair two!"

"King Bomb!"

In the shade of the parking lot, everyone was smoking cigarettes and playing cards, and Li Shaozheng was watching from the side.

It's just that after Chen Peng went to the underground boxing market to arrange, Li Shao no longer knew what to do.

But in his heart, he is more confident in the mysterious Boss Chen, or is it refuge?

"Maybe the changes in those people are the genetic drugs mentioned in the movie.."

Big organization, mysterious high-tech instruments...

Li Shao looked at the tireless boxing people in the moving room...

Half an hour.

Or twenty-six minutes to be exact.

For example, the sophisticated machine, the alien descendant, has emptied thirty tons of goods.

"Boss Chen, let's go first?"

After seeing Chen Peng come out of the factory, although Li Shao's heart was warm and eager, he did not show a superfluous look on his face.

"Hmm."

Chen Peng nodded, as if reminding, and then nodded to Li Shao and said, "Around four o'clock in the afternoon, remember to come to the boxing market."

Four days have passed, and after twelve o'clock today, the biochemical virus will begin to spread at midnight.

"Okay, okay."

After Li Shao heard Chen Peng's words, as if he had received some great news, he hurriedly nodded and said, "I must come, I must come!"

After the words fell, Li Shao called again to confirm that the person who installed the underground ice storage would be able to bring tools and instruments in the afternoon, and then said goodbye to Chen Peng, boarded the truck and left.

"Sure enough, it's right to take refuge in Boss Chen.."

Li Shao smiled and waved goodbye to Chen Peng's back.

Although Chen Peng didn't tell him about any apocalyptic crisis, what biochemical zombies were coming.

But Li Shao thought it was the mysterious Boss Chen, who wanted to give him the legendary genetic medicine after he came to the boxing market in the afternoon.

Big organization, mysterious instruments.

The tireless people in the boxing market, the strong strength of hundreds of catties to carry at will.

Looking back, Li Shao showed yearning.

He likes to come to the boxing market to watch others fight, and he yearns for those boxing masters.

"But in the future, I can also become a boxing champion like a wolf."

On the way out, Li Shao's face showed excitement, as if the car was no longer as hot as in the morning.

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Abandoned factories.

Boxing City.

Or it's no longer called a boxing market.

Although the stands are still the same as before.

But the dried blood around the stands, the business cards of a certain boxing gym scattered all over the place, a few training clothes that were torn to pieces, and the silent boxing market crowds in the coming and going, reflected each other, but it made this place look a little weird and gloomy.

"Because, now it's called the Gladiatorial Arena of Suffering." The wild wolf murmured, crawling on all fours, far beyond the jumping distance of ordinary people, and rushed towards the lounge.

Suffering represents disaster, poverty, and the root of all suffering.

Gladiatorial struggle is to release, to release violence, to release the shackles in the heart, and to liberate the root cause of suffering.

The gladiatorial arena of suffering is the liberation of everything.

As long as the person who goes to the gladiatorial arena can survive, he will be able to attain the transcendence of suffering.

In the lounge, Chen Peng closed his eyes, waiting for the next world to come.

"Outsiders.."

In his thoughts.

Outsiders, perhaps for some reason, or by someone who persecuted them, came to this world as a last resort.

But when waiting for them to come, Chen Peng captured them.

This gladiatorial arena of suffering is to give them a chance.

Let outsiders have the opportunity to wash away the pain, calamity, and shackles in their hearts.

"Die, be food, live, be companion." The door of the lounge opened, and the wolf's eyes turned into vertical pupils, looking at Chen Peng and kneeling.

"The food in the tunnel is well stored, and no one can step into the tunnel without my permission." Chen Peng spoke.

"Ancestor."

The wolf cautiously said, "Then we will have no food."

"Food.."

Noon had arrived, and the figure of Chen Peng, who was about to descend on the world of outsiders, gradually dissipated.

"In one day, the end times will come."