Speaking of the seven large arenas in the city, except for the largest "Colosseum" that cannot be shaken, the other six arenas with a slightly smaller size have always been in cruel commercial competition.

Even if citizens love "entertainment projects" such as gladiatorial, the number of visitors is limited after all. How to surpass other arenas in terms of number of tourists and turnover and break through the siege from business wars has always been the most concerned issue for managers of major arenas.

These unscrupulous businessmen who organized living people to fight with zombies and make money through bloody life-and-death battles are naturally unethical. In order to defeat their competitors, they have basically used all methods:

Spreading bad rumors about other arenas everywhere is just a common method. In order to reduce the attendance of other arenas, these merchants also hire assassins to disguise themselves as spectators, assassinate innocent audiences in other arenas, poison public water sources, and even try to assassinate managers of other arenas.

The competition between these arenas has exceeded the cruelty and reached a terrifying state. In order to avoid being assassinated by competitors, the arena managers are also on guard and have guards to protect themselves at any time and anywhere.

At this time, the owner of Caesar Arena was sitting in the dark office inside the arena building, using the light of torches on the wall to read the text on a piece of parchment in his hand.

The manager of Caesar Arena is a tall man with a buzz cut, wearing a dark blue robe and a lot of gorgeous gold and silver jewelry.

This person's face is clear and angular, and he looks like the kind of decent hero character that is common in old movies. Unfortunately, his fat figure has reduced his handsomeness a lot.

Although this arena was established, he actually didn't like to watch gladiators, just to make money. Because of this, he did not go out to watch the game, but just stayed in the office and checked the documents at hand.

Several silver-armored soldiers leaned against the wall without saying a word, ready to draw their swords and unsheathed to protect the "boss" of this arena. The managers are still very at ease with the combat effectiveness of these guards.

However, something seems to be wrong in the arena tonight.

Hearing a sound of discussion and quarrel from the audience in the arena, the middle-aged man sitting in the office was about to order the guards to go out and take a look, when a sudden loud knock on the door sounded in front of the Black Wooden Door.

The two soldiers walked forward without saying a word, and while opening the door, they drew their swords and pointed at the man standing in the corridor. They scared the disheveled man so much that they raised their hands and shouted: "I'm here to report the news, no!"

The manager signaled the soldier to put down his sword, sit behind the wooden table, support his chin with his hands, stared at the staff member who was emitting a foul smell, and asked in a deep voice: "What happened?"

"Mr. Hogart, the audience can't stand the 'Huns' you rented from Alexander Arena, and they are about to leave the venue!" The staff said with a sad face: "If you don't stop the game now, the reputation and number of spectators in Caesar Arena will decline!"

Hearing this, the arena manager called Hogart was not only not panicked, but instead waved his hand lightly as if he had already expected this: "I understand, you can leave."

"But..." What else did the man who came to report the message want to say.

"Okay, I said I understand." Hogart added impatiently: "The game continues, no need to inform me again."

After saying that, before the staff member could speak, two soldiers who had understood the "will of superiors" had closed the door heavily and locked the person who came to report the news outside.

Looking up at the wooden door of the office, Hogart's handsome face slowly twisted, revealing a sinister smile.

In fact, the loan of the "Huns" from Alexander Arena was part of his conspiracy to destroy Alexander Arena. What is happening now is completely within his expectations!

According to the latest management rules of the Colosseum, if a gladiator kills the audience in the arena, the arena with this gladiator will be sentenced to a huge fine. If there are too many casualties, they may even be directly disqualified from continuing to operate and are forcibly demolished by the army.

The problem is that the punishment object written in this management rule is "the arena where this gladiator has been possessed" rather than "the arena where an accident occurred."

Now Hogart is not worried about any trouble in the arena, and even hopes that the audience will die at the hands of the Huns. After all, even if the audience is killed in the Caesar Arena, the only one who is punished will be the owner of the "Huns" - Alexander Arena!

Currently, the identity of the undead gladiator - the Huns is still a gladiator affiliated with the Alexander Arena, but he was temporarily loaned to the Caesar Arena. This can be said to be clearly written in the contract signed by both parties:

Thinking of this, Hogart took out the papyrus used when signing the lease contract again and began to confirm that he had confirmed it dozens of times, almost foolproof text content:

"Alexander Arena, the 'Huns' are now temporarily loaned to Caesar Arena for use."

Hogart was sure that this should be the content on the paper, but when he picked up the papyrus and saw the text on it, he was suddenly stunned because the text on it had become:

"Alexander Arena, the 'Huns' are now used for Caesar Arena."

"ah?"

Hogart frowned and looked at the blank position where the words "temporary rent" were supposed to be, and then looked at the black texture on the back of the paper. Suddenly, he realized that the situation was not good, and his face immediately twisted into a bitter melon shape.

——The words on the contract do not seem to be written in ordinary ink.

Although Hogart had no research on this aspect, he knew very well what it meant to him if the Huns killed the audience after the words "temporary loan" disappeared.

"Are they cheating me..."

Hogart stood up with a frown, pushed open the door roughly, dragged his bloated body, and ran forward along the corridor. His body left a huge silhouette under the torch:

"Notify the soldiers to stop the game immediately and let the audience leave immediately, and speed up!" he shouted in anger.

Although this will cause great damage to Caesar Arena, I can't take care of that much now!

Hogart's orders soon began to be executed in the arena. The soldiers who were originally trying to maintain order in the field began to guide the audience out of the arena. More than a dozen elite heavy-armored soldiers holding heavy weapons also decisively rushed into the arena, intending to subdue the Right Sage King who was still howling in the field.

"The game is over, leave now!" a soldier roared.

Then, the soldier's neck heated up and a severe pain flowed all over his body. The terrifying suffocation made him kneel down with his neck covering his neck.

He had his throat slit!

Before the other heavily armored soldiers could even turn around, they heard a gloomy voice, which sounded from behind:

"The competition... has just begun now."

While speaking, a scarlet light appeared in Lin Chi's sight, and a line of red prompt text appeared in his sight:
Chapter completed!