C47

"So what if you're the Prince of the South?"

The bodyguard couldn't beat the short one, so he quickly brought up the name of the Southern Prince, Murong Nan. He was looking forward to seeing him retreat after knowing the difficulties. Who would have thought, the little man sneered, continuing to mock him, "With just you bunch of trash, you're actually worthy enough to be the lookout for the Southern Prince?"

The head bodyguard who was at a disadvantage was so angry that he couldn't say anything. The little man was craftier than he thought, and the logic trap was perfect. In the end, he was still unable to avoid the final evaluation of the word 'trash'.

"Hurry and get Supervisor Ma!"

The subordinate standing in the back sneaked through the door and called for a man. He was in his thirties, horse-faced, with a flat snout and eyes as big as a swallow's nest. There was always a sense of seriousness when looking at people. When he heard his subordinate say that someone had smashed the stage, he swept his eyes over the little man.

"May I ask who you are?"

The little guy kicked the head bodyguard away and lowered his voice. "A guest. I just want to go in and try my luck. "

Manager Ma's serious face didn't change. "Since you're a guest, then please remove your headscarf in accordance with the rules."

The little man did not move. He didn't say it out loud, but neither did he say it out loud.

"Manager Ma, look at this?" The head bodyguard inched closer to the Head Supervisor, and asked with some worry if he should also call out the private troops behind him. The short one wasn't weak. If he tried to force his way in, many of the nobles inside would inevitably be shocked. We won't be able to afford it then. "

Manager Ma frowned.

The underground beast arena was primarily a place of privacy and safety. The short one didn't follow the rules, so he naturally had to be dealt with.

But?

At this moment, Manager Ma, who considered himself as someone who had read countless people, couldn't tell why. He simply felt that there was an imposing manner from the young man in front of him that made people unable to ignore him. He suppressed the suggestion of his men and made an exception to explain the need to remove the mask again and again.

"This is for the safety of your people. At the same time, it's also for your safety. "

Oh? Hearing this, the short one merely gave a faint "oh" and didn't raise his hand. He did not intend to remove his disguise. But that didn't mean the little man was still against it. He also made an exception and said a few words.

"I did not go in to be on the stage like my lord, but I wanted to step down and fight the beast myself. Before I came here, I had already asked around. Your family has the highest gambling rate in the entire capital, right? "

"So you are registering as a Dou Beast."

When Manager Ma heard the real reason for the short man's arrival, he let down all his guard. He opened the door himself and led the little man inside.

Inside, it was a dark yellow world with a screen full of flickering candles. A huge grandstand rose up from the ground, with over a thousand people squeezed close to it. Their faces were hidden in the shadows, so they couldn't be seen clearly. However, they all looked down at the center of the arena, which was barely a thousand square meters.

In the center of the arena, a beast fight was currently taking place. The strong tiger and the lone wolves were encircled by someone, and it was necessary to separate them into different groups. But they were destined to be just props for entertainment.

At another corner of the stands, on top of a tall platform that had been built by someone. The host was using his loud voice to provoke the audience. In front of him were two piles of gold. The palm-sized gold bars were neatly stacked, reflecting an intoxicating light. It was obviously the number of bets placed on the entire auction.

"Is today's battle a victory for the tiger or for the lone wolf?"

The host yelled out in excitement, but not a single sound came from the stands.

At this time, Manager Ma, who was leading his men through the lowest level, suddenly darkened his eyes and asked casually.

"Then, do you think that this battle will be won by the tiger or the lone wolf?"

Hearing this, the short one stopped and mysteriously shook his head. "None of them."

Why? Manager Ma forcefully suppressed the doubt in his heart and silently waited for an explanation.

After that, the corner of the little guy's mouth lifted as he pursed his lips into a beautiful smile. For some unknown reason, he said, "Please remember, my name is 49!" Grasping the three-meter thick wall with one hand, he flipped and landed in the beast fighting arena!