Five years later.

On the high throne, a figure sits presumptuously.

Sitting cross-legged on the king's chair, the other arm propped up on the armrest, dragging a little fat face.

The minister has also gained a lot of weight, and now he can gnaw the meat in his hand without recklessness, and he no longer has to worry about Heaton in his seat and himself grabbing it.

Heaton held a lollipop in his mouth and looked at the trembling ministers below.

"Yang Gang!"

Heaton's loud voice filled the hall.

The ministers below, whether it was Yang Gang who was called, or the others all trembled.

Some breathed a sigh of relief, while others fell to their knees.

"It's your turn, don't ink!"

Heaton smiled, and the minister looked at him and did not stop him.

These are the results of consultation with the Minister.

Since a duel five years ago, the current emperor has fallen in love with gladiatorial fighting.

Even the gladiatorial battles of the officials of the current dynasty.

Even the kind of rubbish, more scared of peeing pants, the more interested he is.

If it weren't for the need for officials to keep the empire running, it would be nice to have a third of the officials standing now.

In fact, Heaton's thinking is very simple, ministers like to exclude dissidents, and officials are not dependent on ministers, so they can't survive in this court.

In other words, those who are still active in the court today are all scum.

It's just the difference between talented scum and incompetent scum.

Of course, officials were not consumables, and gladiatorial fights were the proposals of ministers according to the emperor's interests.

On weekdays, some prisoners, sinners, and dissidents are in the gladiatorial range.

But the officials of the DPRK cannot escape.

If you win, you will be promoted to the rank of knight, and if you lose, you will be resigned to fate.

It's up to you to see how well the opponent across from you starts.

Maybe there are good people among the criminals who have been beaten down by the minister, but there are absolutely no officials among them.

Yang Gang, on weekdays, uses guessing the gender of the child in the belly of a pregnant woman as a game, and uses the belly to entertain the minister.

Well, it started five years ago, but lately the minister has gotten tired of it.

What can you see if you have a belly, how can there be an official in the DPRK who experiences despair, and then gives hope, and finally crushes this hope for fun.

Hundreds of people, different but the same.

Good people and bad people, evil people and good people, but death is just around the corner, or in a slow gesture, gently, in front of you.

The evil of human nature has been magnified countless times, and the goodness of human beings will also be stimulated, and in the past five years, hundreds of gladiatorial battles, good people and good people, evil people and evil people, good people and evil people.

Blood and tears, carved out this bloody and beautiful venue.

That's art!

Manipulating people's lives at will, just like playing cricket, this is a game between yourself and the emperor!

It doesn't matter if you win or lose, whoever can make this gladiatorial fight look good, make it wonderful, and please the ministers and the emperor will get everything!

Heaton looked at the gladiatorial arena in front of him, which was covered in blood and could not be wiped clean, and wondered if he had become a pervert.

Human life is not respected, trampled on, and discarded.

Human life doesn't seem to deserve to be respected, begging for mercy, scolding, abandoning oneself, a saint and gentleman at the previous moment, and a ruffian and hooligan at this moment.

Living seems to have become an obsession, and this obsession distorts and deforms Heaton, who is on the throne.

No, I'm the same!

Demons and angels, do your bidding!

The minister let go of Heaton, he no longer restrained Heaton, and was not worried that Heaton would turn against him.

Because...

He is too similar to himself, not his own son, but more like his own child.

He is on his side!

Yang Gang was chosen by Heaton, and the minister naturally had to be selected among the prisoners.

As on the previous occasion, the Chancellor was chosen from among the officials, and Heaton from among the prisoners.

"Minister, who did you pick this time?"

Heaton asked.

"Your Majesty, look."

The minister pointed to the gladiatorial arena, and a man was sent up.

"It's a teenager!"

Heaton was surprised, teenagers were still relatively rare.

"His father just participated in a gladiatorial fight last time, does Your Majesty remember?"

"Oh, is it the son of the prisoner suspected of rebellion?"

The minister smiled slightly in approval.

"His father fought to the end, I don't know if he can be like his father."

"Hahaha, I'm also looking forward to this teenager's performance."

After the minister finished speaking, he greeted the guards behind him.

The guards behind naturally understood what the minister meant and stepped back.

Off the field, several white-clothed researchers took the field.

With a box in their hands, they came to Yang Gang and took out a potion from the box.

The white-clothed research institute grabbed Yang Gang's neck, acted rudely, and plunged a needle into Yang Gang's neck.

This is a drug specially researched by Dr. Fashion, which can make people temporarily lose their minds, slightly improve people's physical fitness, and have few side effects after medicine, which can be described as a must-have artifact for home travel.

That's right, this is the second version of the potion that Bill proposed by the original assassination force general group.

It greatly reduces the effect of squeezing people's physical potential, and deliberately adds psychotropic drugs that make people improve their morale.

It is dedicated to people like Yang Gang in front of him who have no fighting spirit and lack combat ability.

"Also, he's a lot older, and it's not easy to fight with a teenager."

Heaton agreed with the minister's command, after all, the medicine was all gone.

The people on the field retreated, leaving only two people.

There is no referee until one side is incapacitated, or the emperor leaves happy.

The teenager is innocent!

Regardless of whether his father was suspected of rebellion or imprisoned for rebelling against the minister, the teenager was implicated.

His name is Farr, he is 15 years old, and he has studied swordsmanship for two years.

But now, the sword, on the edge of the field, as long as he gets the sword, he will definitely easily cut the old man in front of him to pieces.

'Why did this old man lie motionless on the ground, dead?' They told me that if I won the battle, I could live! ’

No matter what, he doesn't want to end up like his dead ghost father.

Rush!

Farr was the first to start, and immediately ran to the right of the circular field.

There's a row of weapons there!

"Bang!"

Farr was running, only to feel as if his back had been hit by a thousand pounds, and flew straight forward.

"When!"

A mouthful of blood rushed to his throat and rushed to his mouth, and the blow from behind made him a little overwhelmed.

No... Not yet.

He kicked the ground hard.

"Huh"

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and a fist appeared where he had been lying.

"Hey, what kind of old man is this, it must be the reason for the medicine just now."

But now is not the time to think about this, this stinky old man with few hairs on his head, wrinkles on his face, and even a scar is very strong.

Yes, neither Heaton nor the minister thought about it, the old guy who was just scared to pee his pants and had a handful of snot and tears was specially trained when he was young, and for ordinary people, it has good strength!