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Chapter 979 Slaves in the Arena

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    0679 Slave of the Arena

    The arena is full of ancient atmosphere. When Liao Yang walks in here, he can always feel an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes of life, coming from all directions and pressing on his soul.

    At this time, many spectators were already sitting in the surrounding stands.  These Italians who originally lived in the city were full of passion at this moment.  They seemed to be waiting for a feast to come, cheering and jumping for joy, and even prepared food and beer, waiting for the show to start.

    Liao Yang followed the locals, sat there, and even bought a popcorn and Coke from a vendor wandering among the audience.

    "Sir, who are you taking?"

    A slovenly middle-aged man next to him patted Liao Yang and asked.

    This man obviously didn¡¯t recognize Liao Yang¡¯s identity, otherwise he wouldn¡¯t have come over and talked to him casually.

    However, Liao Yang was obviously unable to give an accurate answer to who he said was being held captive.

    "I don't knowwho should I keep?"

    But this was not a problem for Liao Yang. He immediately put on a troubled look. The middle-aged man laughed and said loudly, "Buy me a beer, and I'll tell you the answer!"

    "It's not difficult."

    Liao Yang waved his hand and called to the vendor not far away, "Bring this gentleman a beer!"

    "Thank you for your generosity! This will bring you good luck!"

    The middle-aged man was very happy, and the young vendor came over and handed Liao Yang a beer. At the same time, he reminded, "If I were you, sir, I would not buy wine for this drunkard!"

    "Hey, this has nothing to do with you, you bastard!"

    The middle-aged man drove the hawker away, "Go ahead and sell your wine, you garrulous fellow! Dear sir, ignore him, he is jealous, after all, he has never met anyone as generous as you! My name is Corleone,  People call me the Corleone of the Arena!¡±

    He said very proudly, "Because my predictions are never wrong! Follow me and you will definitely make a fortune! That's right!"

    Liao Yang naturally didn't believe his lies. If his prediction was 100% accurate, how could he be reduced to asking an old man to buy him a drink?  But Liao Yang didn't care about this, he just needed to get the information he wanted from this person.  The biggest advantage of this kind of person is that he talks a lot after drinking.

    "The most worthy investment in the arena today is Popovich! Believe me, he is the best slave warrior!"

    Slave warrior Liao Yang heard what he wanted. He showed interest and asked, "Can you tell me more specifically, Mr. Corleone?"

    "No problem, generous sir!"

    Corleone didn¡¯t seem to care about the old gentleman¡¯s name, he only cared about the beer in his hand.

    "I think you don't watch the Arena that much. Although it is the greatest sport in our Kingdom of Gods, not everyone loves it. Fortunately, you met me today, Corleone of the Arena! I can tell  You talk about the beauty of this place and everything about Popovich!"

    "You are so kind, Corleone."

    "Yes, yes, everyone says that!"

    Corleone smiled and took a big sip of beer, with foam on his mouth, but he didn't mind at all and continued, "This Popovich is very powerful. He used to be a boxing coach! That's right, you didn't  You heard me wrong, he is really a boxing coach! He once worked for the country and specialized in training Olympic athletes! So what, Mr. Coach, who was once aloof, has now become a slave!"

    Corleone had a proud look on his face, "Of course, this does not affect my liking for him! He is very strong, generous gentleman, believe me, he is really strong! Even though he is forty years old, he  The muscles on his body are trained like a monster!¡±

    "How do you know so clearly, Mr. Corleone?"

    "hey-hey!"

    Corleone pinched his nose, "We had some small conflicts Of course, that was before the establishment of the great Kingdom of God. Oh, I hated the old city, it was full of hypocritical guys!  I love our current country. We are all superior citizens, and those slaves must obey our orders! We just need to have fun, and they will work for us and make money for us to spend. It¡¯s really great!¡±

    Liao Yang seems to understand. Has this country of God regressed to a slave country to some extent?

    This is reversing history and letting the citizens here live in bloody slavery.??It seems that underneath this "happy" city, there are many slaves providing a large amount of labor for the operation of the city.  Neville is indeed smart. He tied up the residents here in this way, allowing them to live "happily" and become part of his chariot.

    Just as Liao Yang was thinking, a roar of cheers suddenly erupted in the arena.

    "listen!"

    Corleone shouted happily, "It's about to begin!"

    Liao Yang observed everyone around him. They were all excited and happy, igniting each other's emotions crazily. The shouts in the arena were loud and moving.

    Liao Yang remained silent, sitting in his seat, waiting for the competition to begin.  He kept his mission in mind. He was here to explore information, and other things had nothing to do with him.  The life and death of the residents here have nothing to do with him. He has no need to feel sad for these people.

    "Tax, Tuckers!"

    Everyone suddenly started cheering someone¡¯s name, and their emotions became much higher again.

    "Tax, a young policeman."

    Corleone said in Liao Yang's ear, but unlike the people around him, he was not in a particularly high mood, "An opportunistic boy is not worth your investment. By the way, why don't you place a bet? The betting port will be closed soon."  .¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m a bit old and my legs and feet are not very good.¡±

    Liao Yang coughed twice, then took out a hundred euros, "Can you place a bet of fifty euros for each of us, Mr. Corleone?"

    "Of course, of course! Very happy!"

    Corleone was very happy. He held the hundred euros in his hands and went to the betting window excitedly.

    Liao Yang concentrated on staring at the arena below.  At this time, Tuckers had already walked out of the open iron door. He was dressed like an ancient gladiator. He was wearing a simple wallet, holding a shield in one hand and a  Holding a broad sword.

    Although he was only a slave, his appearance still attracted a lot of support from around him.  People seemed to like the muscular young man, betting their passion and money on him.

    And this Tuckers didn¡¯t seem to be very willing to respond to the crowd¡¯s enthusiasm. He was very nervous, his muscles tensed, and he stared at the iron door opposite.  Liao Yang's expression changed as he heard a familiar, non-human heartbeat.

    At this time, the big iron gate on the opposite side finally slowly opened.  With a horrifying roar, two strong mutants rushed out of the dark passage, roaring and rushing towards Tuckers in the arena!

    "Has it started yet?"

    Corleone's voice came to his ears. The middle-aged man had come back with two gambling coupons in his hand. He handed one to Liao Yang and carefully put the other in his shirt pocket.  , then said, "Are they just two raiders? This won't bother Tuckers. It should be just an appetizer." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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