Peace of the Pirate

In the Roswald family's private room, the waiter was cleaning up the broken wine glasses on the floor.Mobile terminal m.. They have rich experience and move quickly. They work for the Tianlong people in real time, even if they don't want to be fast.

"What a waste."

Roswad looked at the headless body that was dragged out with hatred. He broke the wine glass in anger.

Shalulia, who was sitting aside, was leaning on the sofa. She was not interested in such a slave fight at all, but she was very worried about the bet: "Will we lose?"

"Of course not, Shalulia." Charros replied confidently: "My father just bought a slave with a bounty of 5500 million Baileys, and another slave who has won three games in a row."

Charlos knew this information very well, because he had coveted the two slaves for a long time, but his father had always refused to lend them to him.

"That's right, Shalulia, you don't need to worry." Roswaard motioned to the attendant to pour him another glass of red wine.

"Although Musgardud won the first game cleanly, I know him very well. He just chose to put the strongest slave in the first game and tried to win consecutively in this way. Two games for me.”

Roswad's face was full of confidence: "But despicable means will never prevail. I will definitely win the next two games."

……

"Musgard, your slave is very good."

"Yes, it seems that you found a pretty powerful guy at a slave auction."

There are also two Draconians in Musgarud's box. They belong to three families, but without exception, they all have grievances with Roswald.

Not only were they happy to see Rozwald lose, they also placed a lot of bets on Musgarud. If they won, they would make a lot of money.

At this moment, after watching Musgarud win a game cleanly, they began to celebrate.

"Hahaha, fish people are the best slave species. Look at their excellent physical fitness. With a little training, ordinary guards are much better."

Musgard listened to the praises, but there was not much surprise in his eyes. The fact was just as Rozwald guessed, the first victory was what he had expected. After all, No. 8 was the only one besides No. 1. The most powerful outside.

"Let's see, this time I will definitely wash away my shame. I will book a cruise for the Rozwald family."

Thinking of Slave No. 1, Musgarud's eyes flashed with fire. He could see the long-awaited Slave No. 1 field, which would surely surprise everyone.

"Well, my one billion beli depends entirely on you, Musgarud."

"And my 8 million Baileys."

Musgard laughed and raised the wine glass in his hand: "Then I wish you a big profit now, but you will have to wait until the third game to know the result."

He didn't care about the next second game at all. His goal from the beginning was to win the first and last games, and now the plan was half successful.

……

vomit.

Qin Ping's head was buried in the trash can. He ate too much this morning, and he can still vomit a lot of things.

He had no choice but to watch a head shatter like a watermelon. He had an inseparable bond with the trash can.

"Master, are you okay?" Prussia stood at a loss and watched Qin Ping raise his head and immediately handed over a towel and then a glass of red wine.

Qin Ping, who had finished vomiting again, leaned weakly on the sofa with a pale face. He took the towel and wiped his mouth, then shook his hand and said he didn't need red wine.

"Didn't Slave No. 9 already lose? Why should we kill him?"

Qin Ping was puzzled. The culprit that caused him to be like this was the final blow of Murloc No. 8.He didn't believe that he was the only one who saw that Dao No. 9 was unable to stand up when he fell to the ground, but why did Murloc No. 8 still take action?

That's just a slave.

Prussia thought to himself that his young master would never do this for the death of a slave before, but would instead applaud loudly.

"The winner can decide everything, including the loser's life." Prussia re-explained the rules that everyone is familiar with.

Seeing the inextricable pain on his young master's face, Prussia hesitated for a moment and said with relief: "Actually, for Slave No. 9, dying in the arena without pain is a good result."

As for the fate of those slaves, the current young master of Prussia wants to know more.

Qin Ping shook his head. He did not think too much about Prussia's words. He no longer wanted to talk about this topic, otherwise the scene would always linger in his mind.

Now he finally understood why Fernia said he couldn't stand these scenes.

Maybe it's best for him to leave now.

Forget it, just hold on until the end, and I have to help Herus get a little slave. The worst is that the next game will not be promising.

……

"The first game is over, now the second game begins."

As the flesh and blood in the gladiatorial arena was cleaned, Mafus appeared again: "Let us take the next two gladiators."

"They are Lord Rosewald Saint's Slave No. 7, the former captain of the Giant Fist Pirates, with a bounty of up to 5500 million Baileys."

"And Lord Musgard Saint's Murloc No. 30." When he read this number, a flash of surprise flashed across Mafus's face.

"Hey! As we all know, the higher the Murloc Lord Musgard Saint's ranking, the stronger the strength, and this ranking represents something interesting. So, is Murloc No. 30 a powerful hidden dark horse or a weak one? Where’s the guy.”

"These two slaves still have no record of participating in the war, so who will win? Let us wait and see."

After the brief introduction, Mafus left the arena, and then the shackles of the two slaves were taken off by the guards.

Ju Fist No. 7 looked at the leaving guards and hesitated for a moment, but when he thought about the collar around his neck, he gave up and looked back at the fishman in front of him.

The body of Da Dao No. 9 was moved in front of him. Thinking that he might also end up like this, his mouth was full of bitterness. The pirate who once roamed the ocean has become a tool for others' entertainment.

But he still has to live, and only by living can he have a chance.

"The gladiatorial battle begins!"

"Giant Fist No. 7 moved in response and rushed towards Murloc No. 30. He was very fast and was completely like a black shadow."

"Let's look over there. What is Murloc No. 30 doing? Didn't he react? Phew, it was so dangerous. Murloc No. 30 dodged this punch at the most critical moment."

"Murloc No. 30 wanted to fight back, but the speed was too slow, and his fist was directly caught. Giant Fist No. 7 kicked Murloc No. 30 away hard."

Fishman No. 30 quickly got up from the ground, his eyes full of fear. He was just an ordinary fishman, not good at fighting at all, and had never learned fishman karate.

Seeing Giant Fist No. 7 running towards him, Murloc No. 30 barely dodged, and then was punched in the back, spitting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

"Ah, Murloc No. 30 was knocked to the ground again. This time, Giant Fist No. 7 didn't give him a chance to get up. He stepped on Murloc No. 30's chest. The kick was heavy. Murloc No. 30 lay down On the ground, he was motionless.”

"Now, let us arrange for people to check the situation of Fishman No. 30. Sir, please wait a moment."

"After examination, it was found that Murloc No. 30's chest was dented, his heart was broken, and he was dead. Therefore, Sir Rozwald Saint won the second game."

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