Iliad suddenly took a step back, sweating like a waterfall.

"Don't be surprised, I have met many new agents like you. There are always some people who have controlled the new beast fighting with just a few who have just left the mayfly level competition. Because they can freely dominate their own beast fighting competitive points, they spend this hard currency that is harder than gold wood on their enjoyment... But I believe that you, who are from the non-Nitz family, may be for other reasons?"

A sharp gaze stuck to Iliad.

It's Turing.

Iliad could clearly see the red light bursting in the monster's eyes.

With his throat agitation, Iliad barely smiled and refocused his eyes on the bald man:

"Depending on what you mean, you have already experienced this situation?"

"Of course." The bald man smiled even more, "You have to know that sometimes fairness in the Great Holy Grail does not equal fairness among us. And in order to take care of those newly entered the industry, there are always many loose ways...such as an investment agreement."

Iliad's eyelids twitched, and he instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Please tell me in detail."

"I can let Mazan help you pass the ring smoothly for two days, and even ensure that you pass those events alive within a month, and... can also ensure the excitement of the competition at the same time. But..."

"You must submit 90% of the competitive points after each game."

"What a joke?" Iliad's expression changed drastically, "You are..."

"Don't be excited, Mr. Iliad, listen to me in detail." The bald man was not arrogant or impatient, and seemed very calm. "You know, the Colosseum is cruel, but we can establish some less cruel unscrupulous rules in the cruelty."

"What do the audience want? Is it a bloody fight? No, it's not. The bloody fight is just one of the wonderful ones. The essence of the audience wants is one after another, with extremely suspense and bloody battle scenes. Why must it be true?"

"you mean……"

"Do you understand performance, performance! In a survival-level arena without those messy genres, performance is the core of everything. Performing each other, getting more exciting audience popularity than ordinary killing opponents, and creating a stadium character is the core!"

"So, as long as you work hard to perform, it is not a difficult problem to earn three or four thousand in a battle, and 10% can also get you three or four hundred competitive points. Think about those fools, how many battles they fight without any excitement or performance are only? One hundred or two hundred?"

"At least, you're living a much more comfortable life than those novices."

Iliad stared at the bald man in a daze and didn't speak for a long time.

He didn't expect that the Super Colosseum would be like this.

Apart from the unspoken rules exposed by the other party, he could not accept such an agreement at all.

"I think...my beast-fighting partner won't accept this, so..."

"Beast Fighting Partner?"

The bald Miluo's expression became extremely strange.

"So that's what you call these beasts... It's interesting. I'll just take this as an excuse, Mr. Nitz. But don't rush to refuse. I have no malice, but just appeared in line with your needs. Think carefully. Within a month, you can complete the wonderful beast-fighting competition with zero risk. This can bring you great performance improvement. Although you have fewer points, it's zero risk. As for what will happen to your 'partner' in a month, do you care?"

"You have got all the performance and points... it's just a replacement for a beast to operate. What is an agent, Mr. Nitz? It's an operator, you have to learn to manage your own goods."

"How is it? Are you already moved?"

The bald man looked at Iliad, who looked at him with a gloomy face and did not speak for a long time.

"Mr. Fenitz? Mr. Fenitz?"

When he found that the other party was not moving at all, a hint of irritability flashed across his bald face:

"Damn...why, why are the signal bad?"

Bang!

A black shadow completely obscured his holographic block and turned into a huge head wrapped in a hideous exoskeleton:

"Iliad Fenitz has finished talking, I will be replaced next."

"Monster?" The bald man frowned as he heard the sound of shocking in his ears.

"I think your proposal is pretty good, but I have a better offer."

"Give me five thousand points and buy the life of Libian Mazan in the next battle."

"What did you say?"

"This is already very affordable. With a popular player in your unspoken rules system, you can think about how many points you get in your pocket every day? 5,000 is already a very affordable price. Or do you want to look at your products in two days and be torn to the ring by me?"

The bald face suddenly became gloomy: "You..."

"Sorry, Mr. Miluo, we have something to talk about, and we will reply to you later..."

Bang.

Iliad cut off the call.

"It's really interesting, Iliad."

Turing moved his steps, and the long and wide knife tail swayed gently as he turned around, and his hideous head was only a few centimeters away from Ilia.

"You didn't tell me that we were a relationship between merchants and commodities..."

"Please don't be excited, Mr. Blaze!"

The humid and hot breath spewed on his face, and Iliad's face turned pale and he retreated repeatedly:

"I originally wanted to tell you slowly in the future, and I didn't mean to hide it! And I didn't expect that there would be such rules in the Super Limit Colosseum! You also saw that I am different from him!"

Iliad kept moving his mouth, explaining like a machine gun, and raised his hands on his chest and waved his hands:

"Please calm down first!!!"

"Huh~ It seems that my attitude was a bit bad before. I used your points. Mr. Iliad... Should I apologize to you?" Turing slowly approached, revealing rows of hideous sharp teeth in his mouth.

"I... no... please believe me, Mr. Blaze, I have never forced you to do anything during this period! I am looking at you in the position of a partner!"

The huge shadow almost obscured all the light in front of Iliad, only the red eyes and sharp teeth reflecting the cold light became closer.

Finally, he stopped at a close position.

"snort……"

Turing buckled his head, turned his head and walked away, returning to his comfortable blanket, leaving Iliad with panic and disorganized look on his face.

"Mr. Blaze, you..."

"So, you are really a rookie and don't know the unspoken rules in the Colosseum... You are a newcomer."

Putting his head on his forelimbs, Turing squinted his eyes and glanced at the Iliad.

It turns out that in this place, the beast fighting is just the protagonist on the surface. Another point that directly affects the fate of the beast fighting is the existence of the agent.

Fighting beasts are just commodities, only the difference between long-term operation and short-term operation. Compared with the young girls who enter Yezhou entertainment companies with a dream of a star, the Fighting beasts that are deprived of human rights seem even more tragic.

"But to achieve this, the agent has the means to absolutely control the beast fighting... Am I right, dear Iliad?"

Assembling the monster's scrutiny gaze, Iliad sighed:

“Yes… there is a controller.”

Iliad took out the Kjaka skull pendant, pressed it gently, and turned into an octagonal cube.

"This is...I modified it and used a pendant to hide it."

"Give it to me." Turing grinned.

"This thing... is just a software program. If it is lost, the cost of rebuilding is not high..."

"If you want to keep a relationship of respect and a little trust between us, give me this thing."

Iliad hesitated for a moment and raised his head:

"……good."

Then, the thing was swallowed by Turing into the cheek capsule of the mouth.

"Very good, Mr. Iliad, now I think, you are barely trustworthy."

"I never thought... to use you as a commodity." Iliad clenched his fists. "If you want to keep going on the Colosseum, such behavior cannot be guaranteed at all. We must establish a trust relationship..."

"No, it's a relationship of interest." Turing stared at Iliad, "Nothing lasts forever. Beyond interests, you need to believe in this law."

"I know."

"You seem to be a powerful relationship householder, is it related to your last name?"

Iliad opened his mouth, as if thinking about something.

"Sorry, I think we have established a trustworthy relationship now, right?"

"No, it's a relationship of forced trust." Turing grinned.

Iliad didn't seem to want to talk about his surname, but in Miluo's mouth, it seemed to be a well-known family.

"Okay...because trust. I think these evil ways are no longer worth talking about... What are you going to do with your debut game in two days?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"What did you say?" Iliad was stunned.

"Tear them up."

...
To be continued...