What happened next was much as Barthes had predicted.

Su Hao accepted Barthes's request almost entirely. This young and beautiful guy clearly did not understand the difference between a gladiator and an ordinary slave.

Su Hao also has his own conditions.

"I don't like to live in a single room, and I don't like the first-class slave quarters. It was so clean, and there was a strong smell of potion everywhere. It's still the third-class slave quarters that are more appealing to me, but you'll have to make me eat better when it comes to food. ”

This condition made Barthes dumbfounded and found it very funny. But when you think about it, it's not unreasonable.

Natives are natives, and they will never understand the logical concept of the world of civilizations. Dirtiness and hygiene are opposites, and barbarism and civilization can never be reconciled. All we need is their strength and fitness, and the gladiators' job is to kill people in the arena. This pretty guy can help His Excellency the Baron make a lot of money, but in fact he is still a fool who does not understand his own worth in the slightest.

At this moment, Barth no longer had the previous caution towards Su Hao. He felt that he was completely in a higher position than the other party. Of course, there is still a faint fear. After all, this guy's force is really amazing. But the wisdom of the mind and the strength of the muscles are not equal at all. I could play you around in a few words, and you're a complete force-based idiot.

The conversation ended in a pleasant atmosphere. Barth promised to arrange a rather spacious cell for Su Hao. Su Hao himself said frankly: "Those guys in the third-class slave area are more cordial and affinity." ”

When leaving the warden's living room, Su Hao made a joke on Barth.

"If one day, when you become my subordinate, what position would you like to hold?"

Su Hao's attitude was very serious, but the knight Bart was stammering. The silent staring lasted for several seconds, and Barthes, who was stunned, slowly came back to his senses, holding his stomach in one hand and pointing at Su Hao with the other, and his mouth erupted into an unbridled laugh.

"Haha......ha

A slave who wants to make a knight his subordinate?

It was the most comical joke Barthes had ever heard.

Until Su Hao walked out of the room, he was still laughing. Laughed tears came out of his eyes, his stomach twitched and ached from laughter, and even the muscles on his face were twisted and deformed with laughter.

……

In some corners of Maca City, an imperceptible undercurrent is brewing.

The whole city is a large circle of buildings that is slightly circular. With the castle lord's mansion as the core, it forms an interconnected aristocratic residential area. It was surrounded by the residences of wealthy merchants, and the slave trading market and military barracks became the largest of them. These sections occupy more than three-quarters of the city of Maca. Inside the inner walls of the city, there is very little space for civilians.

Wrapped in a dark black cloak, Meng Qi traveled through several areas in succession under the guard of several men in black wearing the same style of robes, and came beyond the inner walls, which belonged to the dense neighborhoods of the poor and gangsters. Along the way, countless eyes of all kinds were scanning at him. There are cold and arrogant strongmen, as well as businessmen and petty people with bad intentions. Many of them were familiar with Meng Qi and even had trade contacts to varying degrees. But no matter how high or low each other's status is, as long as they come here, it means that they have lost the protection of the city guards, and they must rely on their own strength to be safe.

Walking into an alley lined with dilapidated buildings on both sides, and at the end, Meng Qi stood in front of an ordinary tavern. The wooden door of the tavern had cracked, and a faint glow could be seen inside, exuding a strong and pungent smell of alcohol.

This type of tavern is common in the city of Maca. The customers are usually commoners and poor ghosts. They had little money in their pockets, just enough to buy a glass of the worst mixed wine to barely satisfy their desires. Most of the drinks served in the tavern are made from Sock tubers. Despite the water, the alcohol is still strong, and it feels like a knife cutting the meat in your mouth, and you can't even hold it, so you have to swallow it as quickly as possible. The sensation of flowing through the esophagus is no different from nitric acid, and the strong corrosive sensation continues to the stomach, as if the whole body is burning in an instant, making people rise in an instant in the heat and stimulation. The sensation of stimulation lasts only for a short time, and the brain has just tasted the drunkenness and quickly comes to its senses.

After all, it is a wine mixed with water, one cup of copper shells, and pure wine requires a full five copper shells. Poor drunkards only value the momentary stimulation, as for the damage caused by bad alcohol to the body...... That kind of thing is only accounted for by the aristocratic and rich. If you die early and reincarnate early, you may be able to live a few more happy days than others in another world.

Meng Qi pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in.

The drinkers sat down at a few tables, a fat woman with a large amount of white powder on her face, her lips were blood-red, and her collar was so low that she could almost see the entire **** to greet her, with a flattering smile on her fat face, but she was directly skipped by Meng Qi, and walked through the hall under the escort of the black-clothed people beside her, and walked into a secret door under the stairs opposite.

There is a very secluded spiral staircase there. If it weren't for a regular customer with a special relationship, it would never have been possible to walk through this door, let alone know about the existence of the staircase.

Four burly men leaned around the stairs and looked at Meng Qi with extremely unfriendly eyes. They kept playing with the knives in their hands, or taking small sips of wine, until Meng Qi took out a small iron plate from his pocket, and the eyes of several people became slightly relaxed. The first strong man stepped forward, leaned sideways and made a "please" gesture, guiding Meng Qi and the others down the stairs.

There were flickering candles on the walls, and the further down you went, the smell of alcohol and sweat grew.

Soon, the stairs had come to an end, and what appeared in front of Meng Qi was an extremely large underground space.

It's an arena, to be precise.

In the center is a square ring made of large logs, surrounded by chairs placed side by side. This kind of ring setting is very similar to the boxing ring on Earth. When Meng Qi walked into the arena, the chairs around him were almost full. The audience was full of people with heads and faces in Maca City. Aristocrats, wealthy merchants, gang leaders, brothel bosses...... All in all, it's absolutely impossible to see these people gathered together anywhere in the city. After all, they have different identities, and their social classes and ideologies are too perceptive. Only here can they abandon their prejudices, abandon their stubborn consciousness, and honestly become a common cognizer of something.

Yes, this is a very famous underground boxing ring. The people who come here aren't just there to satisfy the visuals and act as spectators. As soon as you walk through this door, everyone becomes a gambler.

The surface of the ring is uneven and completely made of hard bluestone. The color of the surface of the stone has turned dark red, and there are many black-brown dried blood clots between the cracks. Although there were several dark ditches of different depths around the ring when the ring was built, there was always a lot of blood and minced flesh remaining. However, the sanitation and ventilation in the stadium are decent, and after each game, someone is responsible for carrying the corpses and sprinkling lime in the gutters as usual. Although there is a faint smell of blood in the air, it is not offensive.

There are more than a dozen hideous-looking human heads hanging on the surrounding walls. Under each person's head, there is a square plaque made of birch. The words "fifteen wins" and "sixteen wins" are engraved on it with a rough knife technique.

There is no such thing as a permanent winner. No matter how brilliant a fighter is, there will always be times when he fails. The battle in the underground arena is bloodier than any competition. Defeat means death, and only those who have won a certain number of times will have their heads removed and made into specimens. Of course, the method of making the head specimen is very special, and the procedures are particularly cumbersome. It is necessary to cut the hard skull with a hacksaw, hollow out the brain and all the soft substances, and then use dry flocculent to absorb the water little by little, continuously inject antiseptic liquid and various spices into the bones, air dry, and then use a similar method to tann the skin, filling the bone and skin with dry soft material, so that the specimen perfectly presents the original appearance of the deceased. Although this specimen is hideous and terrifying, it is also an alternative respect for the dead, and it will also be used as a lesson by the living fighters to be warned.

The person in charge of betting registration is a middle-aged man with a thin body. Of course, he knew Meng Qi, a regular customer, so he showed his signature smile: "What, do you want to try your luck again today?" ”

"Of course, I've got a good fighter."

Meng Qi's thin face was also smiling, and his expression was more confident than ever. He turned sideways and let one of the guards who followed him step forward, lifting his black robe, revealing a face with smooth skin and extremely handsome.

This is a "worker bee". Except for Su Hao and Kang Yongzhi, the rest of the "worker bees" sneaked into the city when there was chaos at the city gate. According to the plan formulated in advance, Meng Qi was able to contact them and provide sufficient resources and funds, and the "worker bees" had to cooperate with Meng Qi in implementing certain specific details. For example, participate in underground boxing tournaments as an independent fighter to get more money and buy more supplies.

The moment the middle-aged man's eyes came into contact with the "worker bee", he became slightly stunned.

It was the first time he had seen such a beautiful person of the same gender. The face was very delicate, like a finely crafted porcelain. The facial features are just right, and the hair color and body proportions are simply impeccable. If it weren't for the high bulging Adam's apple and the strong chest muscles that bulged out from under the thin shirt, I am afraid that anyone would have thought of him as a woman.

The middle-aged man's gaze became very hot, but he still remained calm. He turned his gaze to Meng Qi, who was standing next to him, and asked curiously, "Boss Meng, this is the fighter you have decided to fight?" ”

Meng Qi continued to smile: "How is it, what do you think his odds can reach?" ”

"Has he ever had a similar boxing record before?"

"Huh! It was his first time racing. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

The middle-aged man stared at the "worker bee" for a long time, and said in a deep voice, "I can give odds of one to five." As a rule, you can't bet on the first three games of the tournament, you can only win the prize money by winning or losing. After three games, the jury will give the fairest odds. That's when you have the chance to actually place your bets. ”

"No problem."

Meng Qi's face was full of treacherous smiles. He took out two silver shells and put them on the table and asked, "Can you ask, how much is the prize money now?" ”

The man put away the silver shell knowingly, quickly looked through the notepad in front of him, slowly rubbed his chin, raised his head, and looked at the expressionless "worker bee" with a rather provocative gaze: "If this piece of tender meat you send can hit the "Crazy Demon Thunder", you can get a bonus of five hundred gold shells. The prize money for all three games is doubled, which is a very impressive total. ”

Facing the conversation between Meng Qi and the middle-aged man, the "worker bee" had no expression on his face, and he couldn't even say that he was cold. It was only when the conversation was over that he glanced at the ring not far away, and the corners of his crooked mouth showed a hint of disdain.

……

"Mad Demon Ret" is certainly not a real name, but a combination of a nickname and an abbreviation.

As a heavyweight fighter in the underground arena, "Mad Devil Ret" has its own resting room. When he emerged from the hallway across the arena, the audience erupted in exclamations and applause.

Shocked and screamed, of course, because of the strange and terrifying appearance of "Mad Demon Ret". He is more than three meters tall, and even in the realm of Laban Kaishi, he can be regarded as a giant. He has a very burly physique, and his angular muscles are almost as hard as steel. Despite the height of the passage gate was about four meters, the narrow door frame almost became an obstacle to his massive body. In order to avoid unnecessary damage, "Mad Demon Ret" could only bend over, half-sideways, and slowly got out of it.

As for the applause, of course, it comes from those viewers who are particularly familiar with "Mad Demon Rayt" and have won a lot of money because of him. This group of people are loyal fans of "Mad Demon Ret", believing that this giant can bring more money and wealth to themselves. These people have a lot of flavor for celebrity brain-dead fans in the earth world. Whether the idol in his mind has used drugs, theft, robbery and murder, or likes to ravage young girls, likes the same sex, or even has done things like their fathers and mothers, they still stubbornly believe that idols are the most perfect, and there must be unspeakable reasons for doing those things.

"Mad Demon Ret" was almost naked, except for a piece of animal skin around his lower body. Although the muscles on his body were strong, the surface was covered with shocking scars. The most striking thing is a jagged scar that runs through the entire left chest. The color has turned black, which should be left over from the early years. The wound is supposed to be the result of some kind of tearing act, and the surface is smeared with palm oil, which reflects a terrifying and eerie sheen in the light.

Of course, Meng Qi's attention was completely attracted by the "Crazy Demon Ret" at the first time.

There is no doubt that "Mad Demon Ret" is not a real human, but a cross between humans and other creatures.

"Hybridization" is not unique to the earth. In fact, the continent of Rabangca has been plagued by chaotic mating of different species since ancient times. The Central Mountains are considered to be the most dangerous area, and powerful nobles have always been curious about mutants. Of course, they are not the only rulers in the depths of the Central Mountains. There are also terrifying creatures of huge size and strong fighting power, who have also chosen the Central Mountains as their place to live. The country of Willowson once captured a giant beast more than six meters tall, and that thing had hundreds of sharp teeth in its mouth, and it was a biological type meat grinder.

Humans are the largest intelligent race in the realm of Rabangkashi. However, this did not prevent the nobles from crossing humans with mutants. The most common method is to immobilize the captured mutant, tie the hands and feet firmly to the bed, and feed a large amount of **** drugs to force the genitals to erect. The chosen slave woman is then forced to mate with her, and the resulting baby has a high chance of becoming a trainable force monster.

"Mad Demon Leith" is the product of this human-animal hybrid. It's tall, strong, but not stupid. The left arm did not evolve into a weapon, but it received combat inheritance from the paternal mutants. It possesses intelligence similar to that of a human and is able to learn in battle. The more you compete in the ring, the more experienced you become, the more you understand your opponent's weaknesses, and how to kill simply and effectively.

Meng Qi only felt tightness in his chest, and there was an indescribable tension. Of course, he had seen the incomparable combat effectiveness of the "Worker Bee", but he never expected that the opponent of the first boxing match would actually encounter the hybrid product of "Mad Demon Reit". And this guy is quiet. It didn't roar like other fighters, provoking its opponents with words and movements, showing its toughness and fear. The sitting posture of "Mad Demon Leiter" was very casual, but the focus of his eyes was firmly on Meng Qi on the opposite side and the "worker bee" who had already played. Apparently, it is watching its own opponents. This alone was enough to make Meng Qi generate a huge danger warning.

Meng Qi glanced at the surrounding audience full of roars and cheers, and looked at the "worker bees" standing in the corner of the arena with a rather worried gaze.

He was so young. He doesn't look like he's even twenty years old. While in Suan Kakama Village, Meng Qi saw the "worker bee" blow the mutant's head with one punch. The hideous, ferocious creature was a toy in front of him. However, hybrid mutants are completely different from mutants. The former inherited the latter's strong physical strength and combat effectiveness, and also learned the cunning and intelligence of humans. As there is an ancient Arabic proverb on Earth: "I would rather face a ferocious lion than provoke a venomous snake curled up in a wetland, spitting red letters." ”

Meng Qi's ears heard the faint voice of the young "worker bee": "You don't seem to have much confidence in me?" ”

The distance between the two men was so close that the spectators in the arena could not hear the conversation between them. Under the chaotic sound waves around him, Meng Qi was silent for a moment, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "I have already made a choice, and it is impossible to go back." Whether you have faith or not, it doesn't really matter. The roaring and cheering spectators looked at the "worker bees" standing in the corner of the arena with rather worried eyes.

He was so young. He doesn't look like he's even twenty years old. While in Suan Kakama Village, Meng Qi saw the "worker bee" blow the mutant's head with one punch. The hideous, ferocious creature was a toy in front of him. However, hybrid mutants are completely different from mutants. The former inherited the latter's strong physical strength and combat effectiveness, and also learned the cunning and intelligence of humans. As there is an ancient Arabic proverb on Earth: "I would rather face a ferocious lion than provoke a venomous snake curled up in a wetland, spitting red letters." ”

Meng Qi's ears heard the faint voice of the young "worker bee": "You don't seem to have much confidence in me?" ”

The distance between the two men was so close that the spectators in the arena could not hear the conversation between them. Under the chaotic sound waves around him, Meng Qi was silent for a moment, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "I have already made a choice, and it is impossible to go back." Whether you have faith or not, it doesn't really matter. ”