The shawl was long, smooth and shiny, and her handsome little face was cleaned. She was wearing a pair of calfskin boots that were so evident that it was beautiful. She wore a gray-brown coarse cloth coat similar to a monk's bell-like Zen dress. The huge pocket in front of her belly was filled with chrome coins. Fang Wen appeared in this outfit at a free market on the seventh floor underground.

The so-called free market is a public place officially opened by non-governmental governments, which is formed by spontaneous gatherings of natives in the underground natural caves and natural valleys. There are all kinds of illegal and legal transactions, all kinds of strange things, and all kinds of people. From wanted criminals in the government to leaders of the rebellion, from members of the gang members of the indigenous people to some thugs who don’t know what to do but are absolutely inseparable from the law-abiding law, this is a rare military personnel in the government, especially military personnel who dress up in the underground indigenous people but are cleaned up, and are incompatible with the dirty indigenous people around them.

This market is very large and is the largest market on the seventh floor underground in Europe. The city is in a crack. The movement of rock formations has caused a large crack of more than 100 meters deep and more than 500 meters long. The market is in the crack of the ground, covering the entire crack of the ground and extending to the cliffs on both sides. The flat ground is full of houses and various sheds built by stones. Stores of large and small are carved on the cliffs on both sides, and stone plank roads connect them.

Countless unique fluorescent bacteria, mosses, etc. are artificially planted on the cliffs, and little bits of dim fluorescence gather, illuminating the slit as bright as daytime.

Fang Wen walked in the crowded market, and everyone looked at him with caution and guard. Some stout men leaned against the walls of the stone houses on the side of the road, constantly throwing the daggers in their hands, staring at him with murderous eyes. Fang Wen took care of himself spotlessly, but the seventh floor underground was the most water-deficient area. Except for some lucky places close to the underground rivers, everyone relied on the circulating water provided by the government - few residents on the seventh floor would manage themselves so cleanly.

It was like a goat walking into the group of hyenas. Fang Wen, who seemed to be shining all over, was so silly - something came from other pockets, but the sound of chrome coins hitting them.

Finally, someone couldn't help it. A group of more than a dozen strong men slowly separated the crowd and walked towards Fang Wen. Fang Wen grinned and smiled at them, and suddenly turned around and walked into a wooden door. The strong men were stunned, and stopped at the same time, looking at the "little fat sheep" who was constantly waving to them and provoking them.

Walking through the wooden door, there was an open space of nearly 10,000 square meters. A layer of upward stands were built around the open space. At this time, nearly 10,000 people were standing on the stands, roaring loudly. Everyone was blushing with their faces and red eyes, making beast-like howls. They were sweating profusely, and they jumped excitedly, making meaningless shouts. The ground was trembling, and turbid heat waves poured out from the stands. The wildness and cruelty of human beings were fully exposed at this moment.

In the middle of the open space, two strong men were fighting desperately. They were covered with hard lizard skins from underground specialties on their left hand, and holding a black rock-grained dagger in their right hand, slamming the dagger into the heart of the enemy and using their left hand to resist the daggers from the enemy. The black stone sword and the lizard skin collided together, making continuous harsh sounds, splashing dazzling Mars. From time to time, someone was caught in the swords and spewed out a large piece of blood. Suddenly, the crowd in the stands cheered and kept roaring "kill"!

A big furry hand suddenly pressed Fang Wen's shoulder, and a strong man with black hair on his face and a thick black hair on his exposed body was like a gorilla. He turned to Fang Wen and roared dullly: "Betting! At least ten chrome coins bets! Those who do not bet are not allowed to enter the market! Hurry, which team of people are left to death?"

He grabbed a handful of shiny chrome coins, and Fang Wen threw them to the strong man without counting it. He said lazyly: "I'll bet a team for me, I'm here to have fun."

"Hey!" The strong man laughed excitedly. He hugged Fang Wen's shoulder hard and shouted, "Kuoke is here! Are you going to the VIP room to watch the fight? Do you want a woman to accompany you? You can choose any of your ages for any age. Hey, bitches, business is coming!" The strong man waved hard to a stone house in front of the wooden door.

A large group of women flocked out, pounced at Fang Wen like a hungry tiger. Some of these women had beautiful faces, some were a little ugly, but they were all full of rotten and old atmosphere. Even those little girls who looked just in their early teens seemed to be wild flowers thrown into the mud after being ravaged and then trampled by thousands of people, giving people the feeling that they were dying, dying quickly, or they were actually dead.

Fang Wen was shocked. He threw a handful of chrome coins to the strong man and said anxiously: "I don't want women, just find me a quiet place."

The strong man stuffed a handful of chrome coins into his pocket, waved his fists at the women, and shouted simply: "Get out!"

The women stood at the same time, and their faces, which had just squeezed out a smile, returned to lifelessness, stiffness, and numbness, like walking corpses, and walked towards the stone house.

Fang Wen swallowed and turned his head to look at them. The black-haired strong man led Fang Wen attentively to a small room in the stands separated by stone slabs. The sight here is very good, and you can easily see the movements on the arena from a high place. Although he was only separated from those who were yelling, he also gave people a sense of high and unique self-expansion. Especially in the small room, there were tea and hot water with good quality, and there were special people to serve, which surprised Fang Wen even more.

"It is worthy of being the largest free market on the seventh floor of the underground in Europe, and it is worthy of being the territory of the most powerful gang leader in the lower three-story urban agglomeration." Fang Wen praised secretly, picked up the hot tea that he sent to him as soon as he entered the door.

As soon as he picked up the teacup and took a sip, the black-haired man who was still standing at the door hurriedly shouted: "Customer, a cup of best natural tea, which is worth 100,000 chromium coins!"

Fang Wen's hand froze, slowly raised his head and looked at the big man. A strange smile appeared on his black-haired man's face, as if he was looking forward, cruel, and impatiently looking at Fang Wen. On his arm and exposed chest, muscles were beating wildly, and the other man issued a naked force threat.

"Fuck, such an old-fashioned fairy dance? There is no technical content at all. Why do you want me to drink a few more cups of tea and then quote at checkout? Wouldn't you make a little more profit?" Fang Wen shook his head, and he was so angry that he was so angry that he could not help but teach him a lesson. The black-haired man and the young man who was waiting in the small room were stunned when he heard it, and his expression changed rapidly on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Shaking his head again, harshly hurt the black-haired man a few words. Fang Wen took out a plastic card the size of a palm from his pocket and threw it out. He said lightly and indifferently: "What is the exchange ratio between standard orders and chromium coins now? Should it be enough?"

The man grabbed the plastic card tightly, glanced in surprise, quickly stuffed the card into his pocket, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

Fang Wen smiled, the boy in his room waved and said harshly: "Give me another cup of your despicable 'best natural tea' that is no different from horse urine."

Sitting upright on the chair, Fang Wen watched three fights honestly.

The three duels were ten people, thirty people, and fifty people. Each time, one person had to die and only end. After each fight, the bodies sprayed with blood were piled up on the sidelines, emitting a strong and pungent smell of blood. All the audiences in the stands were fascinated by the bloody scene and roared more and more fanatical. A large number of small denomination chromium coins were constantly taken out from their pockets and exchanged into small gambling rolls.

"It's really lively." Fang Wen glanced at these fanatical and numb people with contempt, and shook his head gently: "You guys are just sending their lives to colonial star mining. At least some people know what to do, and you have already started to enjoy this kind of life, a group of damn bastards!"

A silver light rippled out from Fang Wen's eyes. When several men in the stands rushed down from the stands and came to a newly killed gladiator's body to suck blood, Fang Wen's face became extremely cold. His eyes had all turned silver, like two small suns, and the silver light in his eyes shot out several feet away. The boy who was waiting for tea in the small room felt a chill all over. Before he could see the changes in Fang Wen's eyes clearly, he fainted by a spiritual shock.

A short, deer-headed, mouse-headed, extremely vulgar middle-aged man walked into the arena. He stretched out his hands and cheered wildly: "Dear, distinguished guests, cheer, welcome our invincible 'Shura Team' to show their tyranny and bloodyness! It's still the same rule. Ten of them fought against a hundred soldiers who had just been trained. The exhibition match was purely an exhibition match!"

He jumped and yelled, and Fang Wen could see clearly a few flesh tendons hanging with blood on his dark teeth. Fang Wen turned his head in disgust. The middle-aged man roared: "I repeat again, who has the courage to form a team to challenge the 'Shura Team'? Anyone can form a team of less than 100 people to challenge them. If you can kill all the members of the Shura Team, you will get a heavy prize of 50,000 chrome coins! 50,000 shiny chrome coins, 50,000 heavy chrome coins, 50,000! 50,000!"

The crowd in the stands jumped up, first roared meaninglessly, and then angry curses broke out in the stands.

"Get out! Liar! No one can defeat the Shura team! They are the strongest! No one can fight the others! Get out, we have to see the Shura team kill people!"

"Yes, get out, Shura team, Shura team!"

"Shura Team, kill all these idiots! Kill them all!"

A team of ten strong men with a height of two meters and thirty meters, and were also squinting out of a stone house not far away. Their bodies were covered with scars, and their protruding muscles were as bright as an axe and cut. Under the dark skin, a trace of steel-like muscles kept beating, full of violent power. They looked numb and their eyes were dull and unconscious. They carried the round stone shield in their left hand and the double-edged stone axe in their right hand slowly walked into the arena with stiff steps.

The team of ten people stood in the arena, and a cold breath that seemed to be the last breath of a dying person suddenly filled the audience. All the enthusiastic spectators were silent at the same time, and then suddenly burst into a frenzy scream.

"Shura Team? It's interesting, it's really good. Everyone has more than one hundred internal strength. And they have injected excessive amounts of ** enhancement potion. It's really unfair. Those obviously civilian guys are so pitiful!" He quickly calculated the strength of these ten strong men. Fang Wen looked at the hundred short and thin gladiators who were wrapped in lizard skin in their left hand and held the black stone dagger in their right hand in their right hand, and shook his head gently: "This is a murder, a performance, it's not a gladiator."

After sighing, Fang Wen raised his legs and the silver light in his eyes disappeared without a trace. The boy lying on the ground suddenly twitched all over and woke up suddenly. The boy retreated out of the door in a hurry. Fang Wen didn't even look at him when he went to see him. "The intelligence officers under Lu Ling did a good job. This team of guys happened to be my personal soldiers." Fang Wen touched his chin with satisfaction: "Madness, brothers from the Zhao family, plus this team of ten strong men, tsk, all of them were brought out with the captain's uniform. This sensational effect, tsksk!"

After smacking his lips, Fang Wen narrowed his eyes and smiled: "The boss here is very powerful. Where did he get the primordial liquid for these guys?"

In the arena, a fight... no, a massacre kicked off.

Ten strong men with internal strength cultivation of more than one hundred and twenty times the strength of ordinary people, and the weight of stone axes in their hands weighed more than two hundred kilograms. They massacred 100 "warriors" who had no internal strength and had no strength after being strengthened by the **, but only knew simple basic martial arts, and had no stone sword weight of no more than three kilograms.

The process of massacre was extremely boring. Fang Wen held his chin with both hands and watched the blood flowing in the arena weakly.

Thirteen seconds, only thirteen seconds were spent, and one hundred people were killed. Ten members of the Shura team were covered in blood, and thick plasma slowly slid down from their bodies. They slowly raised their shields and axes, and looked up at the sky and let out a crazy, wild howling. At this moment, because of the stimulation of blood and flesh, the faces of these ten people showed a little bit of anger and a little human.

The spectators in the venue cheered again. They waved their arms excitedly and threw some messy things at the ten members of the Shura team. Some of them threw down chrome coins, some left some chewed bones, and some simply left the stones they grabbed. The ten members of the Shura team were numb and allowed these things to hit them, standing in the field with a life-threatening moment.

The vulgar middle-aged man jumped out again. He walked around the members of the Shura team, pointed to the audience in the stands and shouted: "You, warriors in the dungeon, do you have the courage to team up to challenge our Shura warriors? 50,000 chromium coins, 50,000 chromium coins! This is a wealth! Don't you want chromium coins?"

The audience was silent, no one said anything. The middle-aged man jumped up and down for a while, and finally spread his hands helplessly: "Then, let our Shura Warriors rest. You bastards, today's gladiator ends, and the Shura team's performance match this month is over. You can do whatever you should do! By the way, take your wives home and see how much money they have earned you today!"

More than 10,000 viewers shouted and scolded for a while, and left the venue lazy and walked away.

Fang Wen poured the herbal tea from the teacup on the ground, picked up the teapot on the stove and added a cup of tea to himself, and slowly tasted the tea.

After waiting, all the audience in the venue left. A big fat man with a round height of two meters tall and at least three meters outside the waist was brought with him a dozen strong men and smiled to the door of Fang Wen's private room.

He raised his head impatiently and complained to the fat man: "The efficiency is too low. Is the gangsters only have this kind of efficiency nowadays? Dear Mr. Peterman, you should report to you under your hands that when a sucker like me appears, you will come with your thug team!"

Round, wearing a coat similar to Fang Wen's style, but Peterman laughed exaggeratedly: "Oh, dear guest, I'm not too late to come now, right?" His red and greasy face twitched violently, walked to Fang Wen, sat on the stool next to him, and laughed with satisfaction: "Can I ask, what are you doing? Look, I don't know you at all, and you even know my name!"

On his glittering face, a pair of soybean-sized eyes blinked quickly, and Peterman stared at Fang Wen tightly, as if he could see a flower from his face.

Fang Wen picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea slowly. Without even looking at Peterman, he said leisurely: "Oh, Mr. Peterman will definitely not like my profession, so there is no need to mention it. As for my purpose today, it is also very simple. How much do you want to sell the Shura team?"

Peterman was stunned. He stood up angrily, pointed at Fang Wen and shouted: "Do you want to die?"

Fang Wen's reaction was very direct. He took out a laser gun from his pocket and pressed it tightly against Peterman's temple.

"Crazy," Peterman brought more than a dozen strong men to take out various guns from under his clothes at the same time. These guns using ancient gunpowder-firing medicine and metal projectiles were all aimed at Fang Wen. The fourth chapter of the wind and rain chapter of the
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