Chapter 475: Colosseum
The second set of robots responded with a message.
Discovered the underground prison!
They are located in the southwest corner of Town 7, beneath an underground amphitheater.
Beast fighting is also a favorite entertainment for mercenaries. Nothing can make people more excited than blood and fighting.
At the same time, beast fighting is often accompanied by gambling, and any mercenary has the right to place a bet. The thrill brought by this betting combined with the bloody excitement is enough to make people linger!
In Town No. 7, there are several types of beast fighting.
For example, in a pure fight between wild beasts, the beasts on both sides can be caught from the wilderness or raised since childhood, as long as they can fight.
In addition, one party can be replaced with a slave and have the slave fight the beast of the other party.
There were even cases where slaves were forced to fight each other.
What the mercenaries like to watch most is the fighting between relatives such as fathers and sons, brothers, etc. They are forced to kill each other and only one is allowed to survive.
And they would not allow either party to commit suicide. If one party committed suicide, they would kill the other party as well.
In other words, you must fight to the death!
Even if the battle is not exciting enough, they will kill both sides.
Therefore, the slaves on the field could only endure the grief and fight each other until their blood was drained, in exchange for a possible chance of life for the other side.
Now, in the underground arena discovered by the second group of nanorobots, a killing between father and son is taking place.
The current atmosphere was extremely crazy, with cheers and roars resounding throughout the Colosseum.
“Kill!”
"Kill them all!"
"Use your knife! Didn't you fucking eat?!"
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Roll over! Don't you even know how to do this?"
“…”
In the surrounding stands, hundreds of mercenaries had red faces and were yelling wildly.
They waved their fists and all stood up from their seats, their faces filled with excitement, and each of them looked like they couldn't wait to go down and fight themselves!
After all, many of them had placed bets, some on the father to win, some on the son to win, and the amount of money bet was not small.
Death is a common thing when living in the wilderness.
Therefore, most mercenaries would not leave too much money for themselves, and would spend it immediately after they had it, for fear that they would not be able to enjoy it.
When a person dies and all the money is spent, this is a perfect life!
In the center of the Colosseum is a huge bloody arena.
The ring is surrounded by tough metal mesh to ensure that the fighting in the ring will not harm the audience and to ensure that no excited audience will rush in.
At this moment, two men with weapons were fighting on the field.
“Ding Dong——”
The weapons clashed, making crisp sounds and creating a long trail of sparks.
One of them was older, with a full beard and dark skin, probably about fifty years old.
The other one was younger, looking to be in his early twenties, and was in the prime of his life.
They were a father and son who originally lived in a small town on the outskirts of Starfish City. Their family was happy and harmonious, making many people in the town envious.
But just half a month ago, a group of brutal wandering mercenaries ransacked their town, killing and slaughtering people crazily in the town.
They lit huge fires, laughed wildly as they harvested innocent heads one after another, and tortured innocent girls in the town, like a group of crazy people having a party.
After one night, the whole town was devastated, the ground was in ruins, and mutilated corpses were everywhere. It had become a dead place.
Only a very small number of people were captured as slaves and managed to escape with their lives.
However, the miserable life of slaves was not much better than death.
They were forced to sign contracts and were sold to various places in the southwest. Some became slave laborers in mines, and some became living organ and blood suppliers. Their life was worse than death.
The father and son were sold to the Colosseum in Town No. 7 and were bought by the owner of the Colosseum for eight thousand each.
In fact, ordinary slaves do not need eight thousand.
But because they are father and son, they are more valuable and more eye-catching, so the price was raised.
Many mercenaries here like to watch fathers and sons killing each other.
"Kill! Are you deaf? What is the knife in your hand for?"
"Chop it down! Don't just stand there like an idiot. I invested three thousand dollars in you. If you die, who am I going to ask for the money?"
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
“…”
Around the Colosseum, countless chaotic roars and screams overlapped each other, like a dense and impenetrable net, entangling the entire bloody arena layer by layer.
The father and son trapped in the net were like two cornered prey, unable to break free.
Both of them looked sad, with deep sorrow and pain in their eyes.
They were covered in wounds, with their clothes covered in cuts of varying sizes, as well as their skin, which was stained red with blood.
The person opposite them is their closest person, but they have no choice but one of them to survive.
They couldn't even hold back too obviously. Every time they swung their weapons, they had to try their best to pretend that they were going all out, cutting one bloody and cruel mark after another on the opponent's body.
“Sizzle!”
Another swing of the knife, and another scar appeared on my father's body.
This wound was far more serious than the others, deep enough to see the bone, and blood gushed out like a fountain in an instant.
He groaned and a trace of pain flashed across his face.
But the young man opposite was in even greater pain. His heart was broken, his face was covered with tears, and his hands were shaking.
"father……"
The young man's eyes were red, his lips were trembling, and tears were rolling down his cheeks.
This battle actually ended a long time ago.
Long before it began, the man who was his father told him the ending.
The one who survives must be him!
He is still young and has more time.
As long as you live, there is hope!
"Don't cry! Live! Live!"
The man opposite had a hoarse voice. He endured the pain and swung his knife. It seemed that he was using a lot of force and chopped down fiercely, but in the end he only hit the young man's blade, and he was bounced back several steps by the recoil force.
Blood continued to flow out of his wounds, making his face paler and his body gradually weaker.
His life, just like the bright red blood, was flowing out of his body bit by bit.
"Hurry up! That old guy is dying!"
The mercenaries around were shouting wildly and waving their fists, their voices getting louder and louder.
On the ring, the young man's face was full of pain, his hand holding the knife was shaking, and the world in front of him was blurred by tears.
But the more painful he was, the more excited the mercenaries around him became.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
"If you don't do it now, I'll kill both of you!"
“Hurry up!”
"I'll give you ten seconds, hurry up!"
The mercenaries seemed to have taken drugs, yelling wildly and urging the young man to kill his father.
The atmosphere of the entire Colosseum was ignited by the repeated swinging of swords and blood, and it had reached its climax.
When Su Xia received the news, he focused his attention on the Colosseum.
He happened to see the last scene.
On the ring, a knife flashed, blood spurted out, and a body fell.
As expected, it belonged to the father.
In the last few seconds before his death, there was no pain on his face. He just looked at the child with a firm gaze and kept repeating those two words: "Alive! Alive..."
Only by surviving can there be a possibility of revenge!
Even if this hope is close to zero, as long as we are alive, everything is not over!
The power of revenge will always be the most powerful driving force in this world!
“Snap!”
The young man had a tragic look on his face. He dropped the knife in his hand. It was unclear whether he was crying or smiling. Tears and blood mixed together. He crawled on his father's body, wailing in pain and almost despair.
On the surrounding stands, many mercenaries had flushed faces and cheered excitedly.
Death is painful, but also pleasurable.
However, there were a very small number of mercenaries who shook their heads with an expression of "as expected", as if they had anticipated this outcome.
"It's the same again. It's so annoying. Every time it's the father who lets his son survive. There's nothing new." A mercenary complained.
"That's right. I invested two thousand in that old guy, and now it's all gone!" said another mercenary.
"Didn't I tell you not to vote? Why did you vote anyway?"
"That old guy has high odds! Maybe there will be an accident? Take a chance, and the bicycle will become a motorcycle!"
“…”
This group of mercenaries discussed the gains and losses of money and were not so enthusiastic.
At the same time, the owner of the Colosseum sat on a high place with a calm expression. He gently swirled the red wine in his hand and ordered his subordinates beside him: "Take the boy on the ring away and treat his wounds. Don't let him die."
"yes!"
"Tell him that if he wants revenge, he has to become stronger."
The owner of the Colosseum looked indifferently at the wailing young man on the stage and continued, "Tell him that I will give him a chance. Every time he wins, I will give him a chance to absorb Titanium Particles. If he can win thirty times, I will give him a low-level psychic potion. If he can win a hundred times, I will give him a chance to get rid of his slavery."
"Yes! Do you have any other instructions?"
"No, go ahead."
The owner of the Colosseum waved his hand.
The subordinate bowed slightly, then slowly retreated .
Naturally, Su Xia heard all these conversations clearly without missing anything.
"Does the owner of this Colosseum want to raise Gu?" Su Xia thought secretly, "He must have the means to control the slaves. No matter how strong the Gu he raises is, it can't escape his control."
If this method is used well, you can train a group of powerful warriors who are invincible in battle.
However, if it is not used properly, it may be backfired by these assassins who emerged from the slaughter.
Su Xia did not stay long, and quickly followed the instructions of the nanorobots and entered deep underground of the underground arena.
The people in this world have a quirk: they all like to dig underground.
I don’t know if it was affected by the war.
Many places may seem ordinary on the surface, but the contents of the underground world can surprise you.
Su Xia went down all the way. The size of the underground world of the Colosseum was beyond his imagination. It was almost as big as the second underground floor of a pharmacy.
The underground world is brightly lit, with many places for people to rest, entertain, or have private communication.
After going about twenty meters underground, Su Xia entered a new area.
This area finally has some dark, underground feeling.
He came to a passage.
The passage was flanked on both sides by slippery and cold stone walls, the lighting was dim, and it was pitch black in front and behind. Occasionally, one or two screams and wails could be heard from deep within the passage.
Going deeper, you can see the scene that the nanorobots had explored before - the underground prison.
These cells are individual rooms, short and compact, much smaller than normal prison rooms and more like solitary confinement cells. They are located on both sides of the corridor, and each room is closed by a thick metal door.
"Is this the place where the owner of the Colosseum keeps slaves?" Su Xia took a quick look.
There is a small square hole on each metal door, through which you can observe what is happening inside.
He dispersed the group of nanorobots and searched separately, one by one, without missing any room.
"Members of the Nanfeng Organization should not be imprisoned here." Su Xia had already prepared himself mentally. After all, this was the private prison of the owner of the Colosseum, and the possibility of imprisoning members of the Nanfeng Organization was very small.
Among all the detainees, members of the Nanfeng organization should be the highest priority.
They should be held in a more secret and secure place.
Of course, it is not ruled out that the top leaders of the mercenary organizations might think in reverse and lock them up in this seemingly ordinary area.
After more than ten minutes, the search ended.
The final result also verified Su Xia's conjecture.
There are indeed no members of the Nanfeng organization here, only more than a hundred innocent ordinary people.
"It's still early, take your time looking."
Su Xia was not in a hurry. He ordered the group of nanorobots to leave the Colosseum and continue exploring the southwest area of the town.
This town is very large and the forces involved are complicated. If you want to find someone here, you need enough patience.
During the time he was searching underground in the Colosseum, the other nine groups of nanorobots were also not idle, and they were exploring various areas of the town.
Soon, another group of robots discovered an underground prison.
But after Su Xia looked carefully, he found that there were still no members of the Nanfeng organization there, only more than 30 ordinary people who had just been kidnapped.
Time passed slowly and more than three hours went by in a flash.
It's already past ten o'clock in the evening.
The world outside was pitch black, no stars were visible, it was a cloudy night.
The lights in the town were still bright, and the lively atmosphere was no less than during the day. More and more mercenary organizations came from all directions.
Because so many mercenaries arrived, the mercenary registration office at the entrance of the town was blocked.
A group of mercenaries blocked the registration point, making a lot of noise and arguing, and no one gave way to the other, and they almost got into a fight.
"Get out of here! We were here first! Let us register first!" a strong man shouted.
"Bullshit? Who do you think you are? Why should I let you register first?" The other person next to him glared at him and refused to give in.
The two sides had a disagreement and members of their respective organizations drew their weapons.
Similar situations can be seen everywhere outside the registration point. People are becoming more and more angry, and it is almost time for a final shot.
Seeing this, the person at the registration desk came out and yelled twice.
"Stop it, all of you! If you cause trouble and make Boss Wang Teng unhappy, you will never be able to survive in the Southwest Region again in your life!"
I have to say, his roar was quite effective.
In the southwest of the continent, there is no mercenary who does not know how powerful Wang Teng is.
If they make Wang Teng unhappy, they will definitely not be able to stay here anymore.
The mercenaries soon quieted down, staring at each other, and although they were not convinced by each other, they all lined up obediently.
"That's more like it!"
The person at the registration desk nodded slightly, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
This is actually also a test of obedience, which can show how much these mercenaries respect Wang Teng.
"Okay, don't worry, it will be your turn sooner or later." The person at the registration desk spoke slowly, "Do you have any questions now? If you have any, just ask!"
"Yes!" Someone outside raised his hand.
"What's the problem?"
The person at the registration desk turned his gaze and looked at the person who raised his hand.
The man asked, "Brother, did Boss Wang Teng really catch those bastards from the Nanfeng Organization?"
"Of course I caught him!"
"Where is it? Can we let the brothers have a look first?"
