Mr. Ironfist said indignantly:

"Brown-skinned native slaves who were sold from the colonies and were treated as livestock,

There are also serfs who have been chained to the land and worked for the landlord all their lives,

Or the local slaves who sweated and toiled to death in the mines,

Of course, there is nothing worse than a slave gladiator like us who lives a life of licking blood from the knife and may die in the game at any time.

People who don't have a free body don't live as well as stray dogs on the streets. ”

"Freedom...... Hey......" the great white shark sighed and muttered; "It's too unfamiliar to me, and I wish I could get rid of my shackles and go out for a walk in my life."

"Your wish will come true."

"Really? When? ”

Mr. Iron Fist smirked:

"Come on, when you die in the game,

Then they will remove the shackles from your hands and feet and put them on the new gladiators,

Then throw your pile of rotten meat into the feed mill and feed the pigs, and the slave owners will slaughter and eat the pigs, and then pull out the and wash it away.

At that point, you'll be free to go down the sewers into the sea for free. ”

The great white shark couldn't help but shudder: "Big brother, you are really bad enough, first give people hope, and then shatter hope, it sounds quite interesting, I will cry when I think about it carefully." ”

Mr. Iron Fist stretched on the straw pile, yawned, and said:

"A slave for a day, a slave for life, hehe...... Brother, don't think too much, I'll show you the way,

Enjoy our leftovers, then take a nap to regain our strength, and in the afternoon, there is a team competition, and we have to fight for survival. ”

The great white shark also lay down, but tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep:

"Big brother, are you still awake?"

"If there's a fart, let it go!"

"Have you visited Sister Lisa's grave after killing the bard?"

"Of course I did, I kissed her tombstone, and this scene happened to be seen by the search team in Okenfordshire, but luckily I ran fast and was over if I was caught."

"And then you started your fugitive career, didn't you?"

"I've been bribing the local officials of the kingdom,

When he died, those corrupt officials lost a lot of gray income, but they hated me so much that they wanted to chop me into meat sauce and stuff it into pies to eat. ”

The great white shark licked his lips: "I'm hungry when I hear it." ”

"You rice bucket, you haven't fucking eaten enough!

I still remember that it was a night of lightning and thunder and thunder, and I took a hammer and fled to the barren and cold north.

In the dark night, only the light of the stars and the moon could be seen, and the sound of the horse's hooves of the pursuers was everywhere.

I thought about going home, but my only mother who loved me was long dead, and the rest of my family wouldn't accept me.

I had no choice but to leave this sad place, and never had a family or a cause.

I've been expelled from my homeland

Alone, he became a homeless wanderer

I'm a murderer.

In those days on the run, all I dreamed of was endless blood, the smell of burnt human flesh, and the screams of dying.

After escaping to the north, I boarded a pirate ship and became an incognito sailor.

I swore that one day I would return to my hometown, to Oakenfordshire,

There will be one,

One by one, I will smash the skulls of the corrupt officials and let the slave traders be reduced to ashes in the flames. ”

"But you've failed, big brother," the great white shark sighed, "or they wouldn't have caught you and locked you up here." ”

"Yes, failure, I've been a loser all my life,

The people who love me are leaving one by one, but there are too many people I resent to kill them.

I was arrested after killing a workshop owner who exploited child labor,

The jailers tattooed my face,

That's when I realized that they weren't going to hang me like they did a normal murderer.

The famous serial killer 'Skull Crusher' is a big star, how can he die so easily?

The owner of the Blood Arena, the slave owner, and the rich man Batitas, bought me for a lot of money and ransomed me, a death row prisoner, as a slave gladiator.

And I didn't live up to my value,

In order to survive, I have to satisfy the bloodthirsty ** of the audience.

After winning twenty-five games in a row and defeating countless powerful opponents, I became the unique champion of the Blood Arena,

Let the tournament organizers make a lot of money, become one of the most gold-absorbing gladiators in history, and get the nickname of Mr. Iron Fist.

My name was engraved on a marble tablet, and a full-body statue of me was placed in the arena's Hall of Fame, becoming an icon for everyone in the Kingdom.

But what's the use of that? is still a slave, and every time he eats scraps, he is cold.

There is no freedom, except for competition and training, you can only live in an iron cage,

I have nothing but this rusty iron shackle. ”

Before they knew it, they both fell asleep,

The warm afternoon sun shone on the earth, through the rusty cages, and on the slaves.

Such good gas, coupled with the fact that no one fought at noon, made Mr. Iron Fist oversleep,

When he woke up and rubbed his eyes, he happened to hear three bells.

"Damn...... It's three o'clock, why didn't anyone call me? ”

He sat up, looked around, and noticed something unusual:

"Hey, that guy...... What about people? ”

He grabbed the trouser leg of a passing civilian slave and asked:

"Son, do you see a great white shark?"

"Jaws?" The civilian slave lifted his glasses, flickered for a moment, and then nodded suddenly:

"Oh, you're referring to that big white fat guy, right, that guy went to the race."

"What? Isn't it okay for the two of us to team up to compete in a team competition? ”

Mr. Iron Fist grabbed the other man by the collar and lifted it up, his muscular arms covered with bulging veins and tendons.

The civilian slave was so frightened that he peed his pants: "Big brother...... It's none of my business, it's up to our master, Lord Batitas, to drag you down, and let him go to the individual competition. ”

Mr. Ironfist let go of his hand and put it down, stomped his foot and complained; "Hey! Damn it! It's all my fault! Overslept! ”

He fidgeted all afternoon, his hands clutching the rusted iron cage tightly and listening to the shouts of the spectators in the distance.

At five o'clock, today's game was over, and the surviving gladiators returned to their respective cages under the watchful eye of security.

Their faces were filled with the joy of escaping, the victors were still alive, and the bodies of the losers were left on the yellow sand of the arena to be hastily dragged away by professionals.

The sun had set, and there was still no sign of the great white shark.

The kitchen slaves brought food,

In front of Mr. Iron Fist was a piece of rye hard bread, a toasted sausage, a sour cheese, and a bowl of moldy pumpkin oatmeal gruel.

In the cage, it was definitely a hearty meal, but he had no appetite at all, and he looked at the entrance of the cage with a blank expression, longing for a miracle.

(In this cruel world, weakness is the greatest original sin, and it can neither help others nor save oneself.) ）

The stars were shining, the moon was already high, and the others had already finished eating and resting, so Mr. Iron Fist slowly picked up his plate, first took a bite of hard bread, and then broke off a sausage and put it in his mouth.

With a rude chewing sound, a teardrop streaked across the tattooed face and onto the cheese.

Fearing that others would see that in the gladiator's cage weakness would be ridiculed, he turned around, raised his dirty sleeve and wiped it, and then said to himself:

"...... What's wrong with me?

This damn fat guy is a soft egg! Loser! He has survived to this day thanks to my help,

Why be sad about the death of such waste? ”