There are dozens of odors mixed in the turbid air, all kinds of food, drinks, sweat odor... and hormones emitted by the excitement of men and women wearing masks.

These men and women wearing masks sat in their seats, and the seats were surrounded in a circle, forming a huge circle. There was not an altar in the middle of the circle, but a huge cylindrical iron cage. In the iron cage was a circular ring, with a floor that could be movable at each end, and there were two slightly smaller cages on the movable floor.

The steel bars that make up the iron cage are as thick as a baby's arm, and iron wires with sharp thorns are wrapped around it. It is not a silver-white smear of steel, but a charred black spot with spots of blood. It is hard to tell whether it is because the blood splashed out during the death fight in the cage is this color or because of the high voltage current attached to the iron cage.

Even with such strict defense, there are still several fully armed "security guards" around the iron cage, and there is even an eleven-bar Gatlin on the side!

Such a solid defense still requires this level of firepower. What exactly will appear on this arena?

"Look, those people."

The upper floor, the largest one, occupies the best view. In the exclusive box of the owner here, various precious furs were spread on the ground as carpets. The man sitting on the sofa held a glass of red wine that could not be named in his hand, shaking gently, his eyes scanning the crowd below, his tone full of pride and show-off.

"They are pretty well-dressed. In the past, they were all social elites in all fields, with good wealth and status. But now they all came here together, wearing masks to hide their identities, and looking forward to the next battle between beasts... Because no matter how gentle the person is, he has a beast in his heart, but he doesn't show it normally, so when I give them this opportunity... they will be willing to spend a lot of money on it."

"I'm not interested in how you make money." A man wearing a mask said, "Done what I told you."

"...we can actually cooperate." The man said.

"I said, we are not interested." The masked man said coldly. In an instant, the temperature in the whole room seemed to drop several degrees. Several bodyguards on the side wanted to draw their guns, but in an instant, they all twitched and fell to the ground.

"I don't mean that!" the man said quickly.

"You can try it too." The masked man's tone was still plain, but his eyes were already full of breathtaking golden eyes!

"I will complete what you explained!" The man immediately stated that all his previous pride was gone. Even if he could be said to be the local emperor here, he would definitely not be able to provoke the people in front of him!

...

"I've left."

In the back seat of the vehicle, the masked man said to the person on the other side of the phone: "He also wants to get along with us and keep telling me how much money he can make in that place."

"Ha... it's just a frog in the well," said the man on the other side of the phone. "How could he know that the things we asked him to inject that person's R&D cost far exceeds all his assets? Great ideals are destined not to be understood by them, and we only need to do our own things."

"Yes, professor," said the masked man, then hesitated, "but..."

"What are you hesitating about?" asked the person known as the "Professor".

"But our research has only achieved phased results, and it is really good to be exposed to the vision of those organizations so early?" asked the masked man, "And here is very close to the border of China. If the experimental subjects flew over..."

"Otherwise, why do you think I have to set the location there? Only through actual combat can the effectiveness be tested. If you want to make progress, you have to face challenges!" The "Professor" said passionately, "How effective is the research results at this stage? The official mixed-race organization of Thailand and China will give us the answer! I am very curious, how much price they need to pay for this... For perfect evolution!"

"For perfect evolution!" The masked man looked frenzy.

...

"Damn it, drag them out!" The boss of the Life and Death ring, also the man who was scared by the masked man and dared not resist and let him leave, Chris angrily threw the cup to the ground, "A bunch of useless things!"

No one dared to provoke Chris who was furious. Here he was the role of the emperor, controlling the power of life and death. Although he was so humble that he wanted to kneel down and lick his feet in front of the masked man... he was also rejected.

"Where are the Basong people?" Chris asked.

"In the lounge." A subordinate replied.

"Take me over!"

The lounge is very simple. Compared to the private room, there is only one stool in the sky and one underground. The man is sitting on the stool, holding a photo in his hand and stroking it gently.

The man's hair was messy and grew to his shoulders. It looked like he hadn't washed for a long time. There were three sharp scars on his face, which were left by his opponent in the previous game. As for now... the man was able to sit here, it already explained the outcome of the opponent.

If you die, die. The man thought that those who come here would have to kill people if they want to die. At the beginning, the man was a little uncomfortable, but after so many battles, the man had already been heartbroken.

Because he doesn't want to die yet.

He also wanted to go back alive and bring enough money so that he could cure her illness...

The sound of the door being pushed open sounded, and the man instantly put away the photo, but was still seen by Chris.

"Haha, Basong! My brother!" Chris walked in with a laugh, "Are you still looking at your fiancée? Don't worry, this is the last game. As long as you win, you can bring you endless bonuses and enjoy it casually, whether it's curing the disease or changing another one!"

"Songpa." Basong whispered, looking at him, "Don't say such things."

"...you all go out." Chris's smile disappeared and he scolded the others. After everyone went out, he smiled again, "I said don't call me Songpa again. I don't need that bad street name. Now my name is Chris, Hardy Chris!"

"Whatever you do," Basong was not interested in this matter, "I can leave after the fight?"

"Of course! You are my brother! How could I lie to you in such a thing?" Chris laughed and blinked, "But, I brought you something good to be on the safe side."

"What?" Basong frowned.

"A stimulant can give you more strength!" Chris took out a delicate box from his chest and opened it. It was an injection, and the injection was filled with a clear orange-yellow liquid.

"I don't need this." Basong shook his head.

"No, you have to play," Chris said, "This game is your 100th game! Unprecedented! Many people think you can't win, but I believe in you! I put all my money on betting on you to win!"

"All?" Basong's eyes sterned.

"Don't worry, I have confidence in you to win," Chris said. "Just, if you are willing to inject this stimulant, make the situation safer..."

"This is not a poison, right?" Basong was a little suspicious.

"How is that possible!" Chris shook his head, looking sincere, "Of course not! You and I are brothers, we came out of the same village! If it weren't for me, would you have such a chance? We have been playing since childhood! How could we want to harm you?"

Maybe I really believed it, maybe I had no other way to go now... In short, Basong finally received that strange injection.

A burning feeling spread from the injection site. Basong's spirit was shocked instantly, his muscles were tense, and he felt that he had never experienced such a good feeling before!

"Haha! Look, you believe me!" Hardy Chris said quickly when he saw this, secretly breathing a sigh of relief, thinking that the masked man did not lie to him.

...

"Have you finished reading the information?" said Sister Tang.

"I've finished watching it," Mo Qiuran said, "Basong Chacan, a Thai, was sold to the arena of the Gladiator. The Yanling Bronze King's Captain has the ability to strengthen itself in a very short time. The bones, skin and muscles are strengthened to varying degrees. The physical body can block bullets at close range. The explosive power and durability of the muscles are greatly improved. The reason for the depravity is suspected to be the excessive use of Yanling in the arena of the Gladiator, and the crazy hair tore the iron cage and rushed out, killing a large number of spectators and then escaping... But this boss actually survived."

"Is there a problem here?" Tang Zi asked, obviously not because of her doubts but because of the tone of the school exam.

"In theory, shouldn't all those who are sold to the arena hate the boss of the arena?" Mo Qiuran shrugged and looked through the information. "I just subconsciously feel it's strange. Putting myself in my shoes, I think I will definitely kill the boss first... This information should be incomplete, and there may even be some fake news in it."

"Yes, you must learn to question the information reasonably. It is not advisable to blindly believe it, let alone such transnational intelligence." Tang Zi nodded.

"I think there must be a lot of things hidden in this boss," Mo Qiuran said. "Although he is a Thai, he has a Western name. He still has the ability to hold a stadium of mixed-race duels but is not banned? Is this kind of thing allowed to exist legally in Thailand?"

"Of course it is illegal. The existence of the dragon clan should be concealed. It is the common perception of most mixed-race species in the world. Once someone leaks it, the consequences will be a group of people. As for the existence of this mixed-race arena... there are corrupt officials everywhere, and bribery is very common. Enough benefits can be used to do a lot of things," said Tang Zi, "But you are right, you can investigate the Songpa."

"It's interesting to say that. All the audiences who went to this are ordinary people," Mo Qiuran sighed. "Is it because of his curiosity about mixed races? Or is it jealous? Or just treating it like a beast?"

"The world is big, and there are all kinds of people," said Tang Zi, "Are you ready?"

"Of course not!" Mo Qiuran shook her head decisively.

"Hmm?" Tang Zi raised her eyebrows.

"I don't have a passport yet! Who knows that Sister Tang, you are going to take me abroad now? Also, I only took a day off for a day!" Mo Qiuran looked collapsed, "I am a good student who loves learning!"

"What you call the three good students who like to study mean that they skip classes and fight yesterday?" Tang Zi asked.

"Stop, I have to correct one thing," Mo Qiuran said righteously, "I didn't skip class, I have asked for leave!"

"Well, but fighting is not a good boy." Tang Zi nodded perfunctorily.

"Would you like to arrange for someone to ask for leave from my teacher?" Mo Qiuran finally showed his fox tail, "It's the kind of person wearing leather windbreaker and sunglasses on TV. He walked into the classroom and said he was sorry to bother you in class, but I came to ask for leave for Mo Qiuran because he was working for the country!"

"...Okay, I'll find someone to arrange it for you one day during class, and the wording will be changed. I'm sorry to bother you in class, but if you don't come, the country will suffer huge losses." Tang Zi was silent and said.

"Then let it go, I'm afraid the community will die." Mo Qiuran refused decisively.

"I really didn't realize that you still have this concern?" Tang Zi raised her eyebrows.

"I'm very thin-skinned, okay?" Mo Qiuran said shyly.

"It seems that no one dares to say that he is thick-skinned." Tang Zi sneered.

"Ahem...so how do we go?" Mo Qiuran saw that he couldn't say anything and quickly changed the subject.

"The car we picked up is already on the road. Just walk directly afterwards. It is a special plane and is expected to arrive in Thailand in the afternoon."

When it comes to serious things, Tang Zi never vaguely answered everything Mo Qiuran said before, whether he was joking or asking seriously: "I asked you for a temporary identity, and I approved the passport instantly. This time it was a transnational law enforcement, but in fact, there was no big difference, because after the fallen Deadpool was driven by the last bit of human genes in his body, he would only be more and more eager for flesh and blood. The place where the accident happened was not far from the border, and the people were likely to suffer danger. It was actually a protection for us to solve it for them. As for taking leave, you don't have to worry. Just go back that day and go back, and I promise not to delay your class."

"Sister Tang is domineering!" Mo Qiuran bowed.

"You take action this time," Tang Zi said softly, "I killed him. I don't have much time. I can't teach you too much, but at least, I can give you a chance to adapt to how you feel after killing... I'll give you a suggestion, just treat that kind of thing as a monster."

"Sister Tang, are you so confident in me?" Mo Qiuran scratched her head and asked, "What if I can't beat it?"

"If you can't beat me, you don't have to go to Kassel anymore. Stay here and work for me. At least you don't have to die in a foreign country and no one collects the body." Tang Zi said coldly.
Chapter completed!