Of course I was talking nonsense. From the words of the foreman, I knew that he could not find the Tong Emperor, otherwise he would not mind finding the Tong Emperor once.

Since that is the case, I know that his ability to investigate is limited. Even if Emperor Tong is in the dungeon, he will not be able to find it. Moreover, the information he has investigated is not surprising. I was originally pretending to be a wolf man.

"What happened to you? I'm very curious about the improvement of this strength." The chief foreman asked this, looking very interested. In fact, from his eyes, I don't think he is interested in this.

So my answer was also simple: "This is a secret." As I spoke, I took a sip of cigarette, squinted my eyes and said, "Everyone has his own secret."

"Okay, I allow you to have your own secrets. But I want to remind you that in your current situation, you refuse to work in the labor-service area and injured the foreman, not only one, but more than a dozen. By the way, you also killed a person who is also a demon clan. If these crimes accumulate, you can die several times." The foreman said.

"Then what? In order not to waste a guy like me who is close to the nobles, it is better to put me in the fight arena. No need to remind me that there is no way out. I saw that you didn't plan to give me a way out at the beginning, and the purpose was to send me to the fight arena. Why?" This is the question I asked before. Since the topic has been revolved around this, I will naturally not let him go over it, otherwise how can I negotiate the conditions?

"Okay, it seems that you have not only gained good strength in the past few years of disappearing in the dungeon, but also improved your IQ a lot. It doesn't take much effort to talk to smart people." The chief foreman picked up the cup beside him, opened the lid, and a tea fragrance suddenly floated in the room. This guy is such a luxury. How many good things are there?

After taking a sip of tea with a cherished sip, the chief foreman slowly spoke: "The fight arena is a good place. Behind the bloody and cruel death, there is also the temptation of money, power, and glory. Such a place naturally involves huge interests. Not to mention anything else, ticket money is already a pillar economy of the dungeon. What about the others? The interests are always divided, and the forces in our labor-serving area also need some interests to support the expenses."

"Haha." I sneered, on the surface I disdained his statement, but in fact I don't believe this set of words very much. Although it is reasonable, my intuition is not so convinced.

"You don't have to sneer. I'm used to some things that don't have to say too naked. Just be able to understand what it means... Simply put, I do need you, a strong fighter with good strength, which will bring us huge benefits. The key is that he will not die so easily... You meet all the conditions. You must know that it is not difficult to find experts in the fight field, but they are all free. This is a headache for all forces. Your appearance is perfect." The foreman said with a smile.

I feel that this is a bit true, but there is a key point that is not true.

But what else can be crucial? I couldn't figure it out. In just a short period of silence, I had imagined many possibilities, but it was not so logical that it could be established.

I simply didn't think about it anymore. I was here to negotiate the conditions, so I said, "No matter how good the fighter is, he will be a pile of meat when he dies. No matter how powerful an existence is, there will be no threat when he dies. Fifty games, who can guarantee..."

"No, not fifty games. According to the sin you have committed now, unless you can achieve fifty consecutive victories, and there must be no less than five nobles in the winners, you can get a free identity." The smile of the foreman was very treacherous, afraid that I would not understand, and he added: "Otherwise, you must continue to fight."

"What's the difference between dying from dying? Instead of dying from so much torture, I might as well die now. Anyway, I'm full, drink enough, and smoke a cigarette." I clearly showed my attitude.

The chief foreman is not a fool and doesn't want to waste time. He said to me: "What conditions are required?"

The bargaining process is always tedious. I hate this moment, but I have to face it.

In the end, before I was dry and almost collapsed, and was about to reveal my strength and simply fought out, I finally agreed on the conditions that both parties were willing to accept.

That is, I don’t want to have real freedom. I’ve been bound to the battlefield this life, but as long as I play a certain number of games in a year, I will be free for the rest of the year.

Actually, I don't care about this, but I still argued for a long time to hide my true purpose.

I only stayed in the dungeon for no more than 25 days, and the key to the argument was actually in the first month.

According to the foreman's idea, I should play less in the first month, but my opponents should be stronger, and I will have the best chance of becoming famous in one battle and retaining my strength.

But this is not in my interest at all. What I require is to play more in the first month, and concentrate one-third of the game in a year in the first month. The opponent doesn’t have to be too good, so I will practice my skills first. In fact, I need money.

I also asked the fight time to be done in the first ten days, after which I had my own personal matters to do.

They compromised because the key to the matter was whether I could always tie me to the fighting arena. Whatever I would do in the first month was that I needed money, but it was actually possible to achieve it.

It's really good. I feel like I'm turning my disadvantages into advantages. These guys don't know that I'm actually not a demon at all, and I won't stay in the dungeon for too long.

The conditions were finally agreed, and the foreman took out a contract, just like a practitioner would not swear easily, because the effect of the oath would be repaid on him, and the demons in the dungeon would not easily sign the contract. I felt that there was a mysterious power in this contract that could not be sensed but could be vaguely felt. I guess the consequences of signing this contract were more serious than swearing.

However, I signed my name on the contract without hesitation, the wolf man with a serious look on my face. The foreman naturally signed my name, even if the whole process was completed.

The rest is that according to the regulations, I will be sent to the fighting arena tomorrow.

After solving this problem, I walked out of the foreman's house, but I still felt strange that I didn't feel any relaxation.

At this time, it was already time to get off work. After walking out of the foreman's house, the entire smelly labor area had become lively and boiling again.

Logically, the first thing that comes after work is always to eat, and no one wants to eat in the dark and depressing shed, so the messy alleys are full of labor.

The difference between humans and demons can be seen from the food.

The demon can receive a large piece of giant lizard meat and a bowl of clear water porridge, but what humans often receive is the bones of giant lizards. The meat depends on how much luck there is. There is no porridge, and under normal circumstances, only water can be consumed.

It's such a evil place. I sighed and felt that I should say goodbye to Ye Xiao.

Thinking of this, I went to the cafeteria. Even though I was full, I thought I should not waste a portion of food... I lined up in the simple cafeteria and led my own share, and I went directly to the small work shed that belonged to me and Ye Xiao.

"Ye Xiao, I think that kick must have hurt you. But I must tell you a good news. You guy was assigned to a good labor squad, and it was easy to get over in a month." I walked into the shed and said loudly, but unexpectedly, Ye Xiao, the person who likes to talk, did not respond to me.

The whole shed was very dark, but it did not affect my vision. It was so simple that the shed was only two stone beds and could be seen clearly at a glance. Ye Xiao was not in the room at all.

I was a little disappointed. He didn't come back, but I couldn't guess where he went?

After walking out of the shed, I randomly divided the food I received into several servings and distributed it to several humans, and got their grateful eyes. Humans in the dungeon labor area all have a skill, that is, even if it is a piece of bone, they can suck out the bone marrow carefully, and then try their best to break it. Eat it bit by bit. The whole piece of meat is undoubtedly the best delicacy.

But I gave the most precious porridge to a young man who looks very young and no more than 18 years old. I have the urge to speak and tell them not to be numb at any time, as long as that will there be hope.

But I didn't say anything, because I couldn't see hope for a long time, and numbness was a natural thing. What qualifications do I have to ask others for passionately? Besides, after only a few days of contact with the dungeon, I felt that I could not be the savior.

I felt a little excited. After distributing the food, I simply sat at the door of the shed and waited for the night to roar. I was not afraid of being fooled, so I took out the cigarette extorted from the foreman and lit one.

I naturally raised the question of Ye Xiao and gave him the best preferential treatment he could get in the labor service area. Even if I did not meet this last side, then forget it, and I could only stay or not.

The sky gradually darkened, and I didn't see Ye Xiao.
Chapter completed!