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 "worker bee" glanced down at Meng Qi, and a smile appeared on his young face: "Trust me, you will be glad for your choice." We will be companions, not just friends. ”

This sentence contains too many meanings that Meng Qi could not understand. At least, the words are not as simple as they may seem on the surface. Without waiting for Meng Qi to answer, "Worker Bee" had already shifted his attention to the opposite "Mad Demon Reit", raised his feet, and walked towards the center of the field where the referee was.

"Hey! Hunk, you have to deal with that kid in thirty seconds. Otherwise, I'll chop you into pieces of stew. ”

"Obviously, this game is literally giving us money for nothing. What's the name of that handsome young man? Are you sure he's a fighter? And not the cream guy head brand in some brothel? Or I should think about paying for him before he was beaten to death by "Mad Demon Reit". Well! He looks beautiful and should feel no worse in bed than a woman. ”

"Oh! Is this a duel? Or a one-sided massacre? Ask the host of the boxing match, can you make a price for that handsome and beautiful boy? Just thinking about how soon he was going to be torn to pieces by that beast made me feel bad. He looks much more handsome than my husband. Look at that muscle, it's so strong that I want to pounce on it and bite it twice. If he could hold my diamond ring between his two pecs, I'd give him this expensive piece of jewelry. ”

The referee raised the arm of the "worker bee" to signal that he would compete, which caused both applause and boos in the audience. Male viewers have little to no affection for the handsome "Worker Bee", who strongly hopes that "Mad Demon Ret" will quickly take out his opponent, and even makes a second bet on whether the specific death method will be disembowelment or head shot. The women's reaction was quite the opposite. Those who like to go to this kind of underground arena to seek excitement are mostly deep resentful women or lovers of noble ladies and rich people. Strong and handsome men are their favorite. It's a shame that a beautiful man is killed in the ring for nothing. They should be raised by themselves, and their empty carnal needs should be thoroughly satisfied in bed and in the bathroom according to their own requirements.

The referee was an obese middle-aged man with a big belly. He had been babbling on and on, touting in the most flowery words the two opponents who were about to fight. "Mad Demon Ret" is said to be the most terrible and barbaric madman in the world, and "Worker Bee" is said to be the lost seed of the civilized world, the illegitimate son of a member of a noble royal family. The splatters of saliva continue to irritate the audience, prompting them to pull more coins out of their wallets and increase the bets they have already chosen. In this case, the odds of the "worker bee" for the first time also soared to 3.6 to 1.

Using language to guide the psychology of gamblers is an extremely advanced science. The referee, who doubles as the host, has a lot of experience in this area. He soon concocted a tragic story for the young "worker bee". It is nothing more than the father of royal blood who raped the poor mother, and the illegitimate child has been discriminated against and humiliated since he was a child. The despicable rulers would never admit such a thing, and the princes and princesses, who feared that their inheritance would be taken away by foreign wild species, continued to assassinate their young children. In order to protect her heart, the poor mother died, leaving the child to wander incognito in the dark underground world. Now, he is standing in the ring and is about to be tested in life and in the future.

The baseless false story immediately set off another wave of betting among the audience.

"Savage, help me slaughter that damn little bastard. The people he hated most in his life were kings and nobles. Kill him, I have to order two kilograms of this guy's meat to go back and fry it. ”

"The prince and the beast? Haha It's a fucking fascinating story. Raise 200 Jinbei and buy "Mad Devil Lite" to win. Let that pretty boy die even worse, rip off his genitals, or break his ass. ”

"He has to win. If I win, I'll buy him right away. What a beautiful little liver, you must win against that monster. ”

Similar to the widespread hatred of the rich on Earth, the nobles of Rabangka hated the king just as much, and the commoners hated the nobility just as much. With similar thoughts, almost everyone wants to see violent plots of abuse and murder of royal blood.

"Crazy Ret" has slowly walked over from the corner of the arena and stood in front of the referee. Its ugly face was no longer as cautious and guarded as before, full of arrogance and ferocity. It watched its opponent for nearly five minutes, and did not find the slightest hint of threat to itself. In other words, this is a poor creature that is not dangerous, and can be ravaged at will.

"Do you hear that? There are quite a few viewers who want to buy your meat to satisfy their cravings. ”

On the continent of Rabangka, there has always been a tradition of eating pieces of meat from the war dead. It is also an important source of income for the underground boxing arena. In particular, the tender and delicious parts of the heart, small intestine and liver of the death fighters will also sell for a higher price than ordinary muscles.

"Mad Devil Ray" knows how to completely suppress his opponent's momentum before the fight. Especially this kind of certainty is far less powerful than their own type, and verbal intimidation often makes them lose their cool and mess up. There is nothing simpler than dealing with a panicked opponent.

The young "worker bee" glanced at the "Mad Demon Ret" coldly, turned his gaze to the referee standing next to him, and asked in an extremely loud voice that was heard by many people around, "Can you start?" ”

This sentence was obviously not expected by the referee. He looked at the "worker bee" in surprise and hesitated for a few seconds before slowly nodding his head, and soon walked to the edge of the field and waved his arm at the assistant in the distance. The latter understood, picked up the thick gavel, and smashed it hard at the golden gong hanging from the wooden frame, sending out an extremely harsh opening signal that overwhelmed all sounds.

"Kill him!"

"Break his neck."

"I'm going to eat you alive!"

The jumble shouts came out almost at the same time as the gong sounded. "Mad Demon Ret" had just stepped out of his left leg with a smirk, but saw that the young "worker bee" on the opposite side had suddenly changed in size and pounced towards him. The beast-like vertical pupils in the eyes of "Mad Demon Ret" suddenly turned into thin lines, and he subconsciously wanted to make evasive or defensive actions. At this moment, the young "worker bee" had already swung his right fist and slammed into the top of the bridge of "Mad Demon Ret" nose and the middle of his eyes like lightning. A crisp "click" sound erupted in the air, and the entire face of "Mad Demon Leiter" suddenly deformed, and it collapsed inward under the pressure of the huge fist, and then the whole person was carried up by the terrible force, flew backwards, and hit the leather rope guardrail with excellent toughness on the edge of the field, rebounded back, and the whole person lay heavily in the center of the field, twitching his hands and feet disorderly for a moment, and then there was no sound again.

The entire battle took less than three seconds. There was a dead silence in the audience, and the originally casual referee opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief and shock.

The suffocating silence lasted for nearly half a minute, until an old man with a bald head, who looked to be about seventy or eighty years old, and who was dressed in a rich robe, clutched his chest tightly and fell from the stands, and next to him, a beautiful girl who was supposed to be his mistress, suddenly screamed, which attracted everyone's attention and caused a new sensation on the field again.

Meng Qi knew the old man. He was a wealthy businessman. He first pressed 3,000 gold shells on "Crazy Demon Reit", and after the "worker bee" came on the field, he felt that this was an opportunity to make a good profit, so he bet on 20,000 gold shells. That's pretty much the old man's entire net worth. The deliberate teasing of the black-hearted referee made the old man feel that he could win more, and finally bet on the only six hundred gold shells left in his pocket.

When the head of the "Mad Demon Ret" was blown out, the old man only felt as if his heart had been hit by a huge force, cracked, and screamed that he had lost his vitality in a short time. The decaying body simply cannot withstand this stimulation. His body was quickly cleaned up by the stadium staff, and the referee, who had recovered from the shock, also strode to the side of the "worker bee", raised his hand high, and loudly announced the newly produced winner with unprecedented passion and excitement.

Thousands of golden shellfish filled a small iron box. Looking at these glittering gold coins, Meng Qi only felt trembling all over, and had a sense of unreality and illusion.

He once again confirmed that his decision to join Su Hao was extremely correct.

That is, now, Su Hao's position in Meng Qi's mind has risen from an ordinary master to a god-like height.

……

The gladiator training ground was located in the northeast corner of the prison camp. It occupies about a quarter of the entire camp. Unlike the rest of the camp, there were daily convoys of food and drink, more heavily guarded, and cells were not just bars of iron, but were mixed with stronger stone walls.

Su Hao, led by several guards, couldn't help frowning when he walked into a stone house specially designed for gladiators to live in.

There were so many people in the room. Although the room was spacious, there were enough people crammed into it. The hot climate has led to the invariance of people choosing to be naked, and there is no need for men to wear underwear. The room is flanked by beds against the wall, and in the middle is a hallway. In order to save money and labor, the planks used to make the bed are placed directly on the ground, and the padding is just hay. Everyone slept on such bunks.

People are barefoot, and the hot and humid environment inside the house is naked, and beads of sweat are constantly oozing from their bodies. Strong body odor and foot odor permeate every corner of the house. Everyone looked at Su Hao, who had just walked in, with fierce and cold eyes, as if it was a piece of fresh meat that could be eaten.

At the very back of the room, a number of men were working around the two women. There were so many men surrounding the two beds that Su Hao couldn't see the woman's appearance. He just vaguely saw from the gaps in her body that the woman's figure was quite so-so, with long hair, but under the turn of the men, she was exhausted and kept screaming hoarsely.

They may have been fucked out in good hands, or they may have begged for mercy before they were almost collapsed. Of course, only the devil knows what the actual situation is. Su Hao already had a general understanding of the prison camp, because the slaves had more or less money rewarded by their masters, and there were often prostitutes from outside here. Slaves were willing to spend a few copper coins on prostitutes to satisfy their desires, and only the lowest-ranking prostitutes would take on the flesh business with slaves. After all, they don't talk about good looks, and the rich people disdain them. But as long as they can withstand the crazy venting shock of the slaves, the money earned from the slave camp is actually a lot, and the income is not weaker than that of other high-class prostitutes.

The slaves who are qualified to stay here are carefully selected trainees. Gladiators could earn more money in the arena and were naturally treated better than ordinary slaves. But in Su Hao's opinion, this room is actually no different from a pig's nest.

The steel prison door slammed shut behind Su Hao. He walked unhurriedly into the room.

No one showed kindness to Su Hao, a new member. All the men stared at him with brutal and hostile gazes. A few guys with particularly burly bodies even made a move to deliberately show their muscles and strength by bending their arms to the body. And the two women who were fucked and screamed constantly still had the strength to turn their heads, constantly throwing winks at Su Hao, and deliberately making a provocative move of licking their lips with their tongues.

Su Hao picked up a fairly clean bed and was about to lie down. A strong man with black hair all over his body strode over, raised his foul-smelling feet, and stepped heavily on the bed board, his two coarse black hands clenched into fists, smashing heavily against each other, making a heart-palpitating sound.

The strong man feels as if he is a giant bear. He stared at Su Hao viciously, and disgusting saliva splattered out of his mouth: "New boy, I have to teach you a good lesson and teach you the rules here." ”

"Rules?"

Su Hao repeated the word. He looked around and saw that everyone was looking at this side, even the two men who were lying on top of the woman and exercising roughly. A pair of eyes released a look of contempt, indifference, sarcasm, and ridicule, and several particularly strong guys even jumped forward and gathered from all around, completely sealing the space for themselves to dodge.

"The rules of the gladiator training camp are not the same as they are outside."

The black-haired strong man took two steps forward, parted his legs, and stood in front of Su Hao in an extremely arrogant posture. He held his genitals with his left hand and stroked it up and down, and the soft **** suddenly became hard with his head held high. The strong man aimed his genitals at Su Hao, "hey, hey, hey" said with a cruel smile: "The rule here is that newcomers must obey orders. Starting with Lao Tzu, use your mouth and tongue to wash all the undersides of everyone here. ”

These dirty and evil words resonated strongly in the room. Everyone was laughing wildly, even the women who were lying on the bed and being fucked tried to poke their heads out as much as possible, laughing "eating", but they were caught by the hair by another man next to them and shoved their genitals into their newly opened mouths.

"That's what you call a rule?"

Su Hao said calmly. His voice was full of male-specific magnetism, beautiful and pleasant, and his eyes were fixed on the black-haired strong man opposite: "In other words, when you came in before, you enjoyed similar treatment?" Summoned by everyone as a toilet? ”

This kind of scathing answer is obviously more laughable than the previous definition of rules. The laughter in the room was louder, and many people began to talk about it. The topic of conversation is no longer a ridicule of Su Hao, but about the black-haired strong man himself. Their gaze, in particular, was like looking at a fat bear in the circus being played by an animal trainer.

"Bastard! What did you say? I'm going to tear that damn mouth of yours! ”

The black-haired man felt insulted, his eyes suddenly bulged, the blood vessels in his shoulders and neck bulged, and the whole person roared and pounced.

The furious movements did not have any effect on Su Hao. He dodged sideways with dazzling agility and then rushed behind the brawny man with incredible speed. No one could see what Su Hao did clearly, but he saw that the black-haired strong man was unstable, lost his center of gravity under his feet, fell to the ground heavily, and broke out with an earth-shattering scream.

Su Hao grabbed the back of the strong man's neck, and slammed his head to the ground with a cold expression. The violent collision caused a wound on the right cheek of the strong man to immediately open from the corner of his eye to his jaw. Bright red blood smeared all over his face, and the turned flesh made him look more terrifying than ever. He screamed one after another, waving his hands on both sides, wanting to grab Su Hao's legs and feet and drag him down, but Su Hao twisted his shoulders with his backhand, and suddenly exerted force in the direction of the anti-joint, and the strong man's eyes suddenly widened, and there was a kind of almost suffocating pain in his chest. His lips gaped open, and a cry of despair came from deep in his throat that completely overwhelmed the crisp sound of bones breaking.

The voice was so poignant and painful that even the man who was moving back and forth on the woman's body couldn't help but shudder. When they came back to their senses and wanted to continue to release their desires, they found that their genitals had suddenly shrunk in fright, and shamefully softened.

The other two strong men closest were about to go up to help, but they saw Su Hao turning his companion who was pressed on the ground, that is, the black-haired strong man, in his direction. Su Hao's face was still calm, his left hand grabbed the back of the strong man's neck, and the five fingers of his right hand were separated, pressing on the surface of the strong man's two eyelids.

His fingers slowly pressed in. Like a machine that operates according to a fixed program, it is stable and orderly, with no possibility of changing direction or movement. The sound of the head breaking.

The voice was so poignant and painful that even the man who was moving back and forth on the woman's body couldn't help but shudder. When they came back to their senses and wanted to continue to release their desires, they found that their genitals had suddenly shrunk in fright, and shamefully softened.

The other two strong men closest were about to go up to help, but they saw Su Hao turning his companion who was pressed on the ground, that is, the black-haired strong man, in his direction. Su Hao's face was still calm, his left hand grabbed the back of the strong man's neck, and the five fingers of his right hand were separated, pressing on the surface of the strong man's two eyelids.

His fingers slowly pressed in. Like a machine that operates according to a fixed program, it is stable and orderly, with no possibility of changing direction or movement.