Finally, I affirmed that there are only 40 chapters and more than 100,000 words left in the manuscript of this book, if you don't believe yourself to ask Xuehong plus Xuehong to rest for ten days during the New Year, and to do a graduation thesis, I don't know if this manuscript can support him until the end of his rest With his long hair smooth and shiny, his handsome little face cleanly washed, a pair of well-brushed calfskin boots on his feet, a gray-brown coarse cloth coat similar to a monk's bell robe, and a huge pocket in front of his stomach filled with tinkling chrome coins, Fang Wen appeared in a free market on the seventh basement floor in this costume.
The so-called free bazaar is a public place created by the non-ruling government and formed by the native people spontaneously gathering in the natural caves and natural valleys underground.
There's all kinds of illegal, legal trades, all sorts of weird things, and all sorts of people.
From wanted criminals in the ruling government to leaders of rebellious parties, from members of triad organizations among the native people to some thugs who don't know what to do to make a living but have absolutely nothing to do with abiding by the law, it is very rare for a military personnel in the ruling government to be -- especially the military personnel who dress up as underground natives but are cleanly groomed, and are incompatible with the dirty natives around them.
This is a large market, the largest on the seventh basement level in Europe.
The market is in a crack in the ground, the movement of the rock layer makes a deep and wide 500 meters wide, nearly 10 kilometers long earth crack here, the market is in the crack, covering the entire crack and extending to the cliffs on both sides.
The flat land is full of stone houses and various sheds, and the cliffs on both sides are carved out of large and small shops, and there are stone plank roads connecting them.
Countless fluorescent fungi and mosses unique to the ground are artificially planted on the cliffs, and a little bit of dim fluorescence gathers to illuminate the cracks in the ground as bright as day.
Fang Wen walked in the crowded market, everyone looked at him with cautious and defensive eyes, and some stout men leaned against the walls of the stone houses on the side of the road, constantly throwing the daggers in their hands, staring at him with scrutinizing and murderous eyes.
Fang Wen kept himself spotless, but the seventh floor was the most water-scarce area, and with the exception of a few lucky places near the underground river, everyone relied on the recycled water provided by the ruling government to survive - few residents of the seventh floor would take care of themselves so cleanly.
It was as if a goat had walked into a pack of hyenas, and Fang Wen, who seemed to be shiny all over his body, was too ostentatious - there was the sound of chrome coins crashing from other pockets.
Finally, someone couldn't hold it back.
A group of more than a dozen strong men slowly parted the flow of people and walked towards Fang Wen.
Fang Wen grinned at them, and suddenly turned around and walked into a wooden door.
The strong men were stunned, and at the same time stopped, looking angrily at the little fat sheep who was constantly waving to them.
Walking through the wooden gate, there is a vacant land of nearly 10,000 square meters, and a layer of upward stands has been built around the vacant land, and nearly 10,000 people are standing on the stands at this time, shouting loudly.
All of them were red-faced, red-eyed, and howling like beasts, sweating, jumping with excitement and shouting for no sense.
The ground trembled, waves of cloudy heat poured out from the stands, and the wildness and cruelty of human beings were exposed at this moment.
In the middle of the clearing, two teams of strong men are fighting desperately.
Covered in a hard lizard skin wrapped in an underground specialty in their left hand and a short sword made of black rock in their right hand, they slammed into the enemy's heart, and used their left hand to fend off the enemy's stabbing sword.
The black stone sword and the lizard skin collided together, constantly making a piercing sound, splashing pieces of dazzling sparks, and from time to time someone was hit by the sword, spurting out a large area of blood, and suddenly the crowd in the stands cheered, constantly roaring and killing A big furry hand suddenly pressed Fang Wen's shoulder, and a strong man with black hair on his face and exposed body was also covered with inches of black hair, and the whole body looked like a gorilla turned to Fang Wen's body, and roared in a dull voice: "Bet on at least ten chrome coins to bet on those who don't bet, you are not allowed to enter the market quickly, you bet on which team of people will die." grabbed a handful of shiny chrome coins, and threw them to the strong man, he said lazily: "Just give me a team, I'm here to have fun." ” "Hey" The strong man laughed excitedly, he hugged Fang Wen's shoulder hard, and shouted: "Kuke has come to the door, do you want to go to the VIP room to watch the gladiatorial fight, do you want a woman to accompany you, one year old and under three hundred years old, you can choose any age group."
Hey, guys, there's business coming to the door," the strong man waved hard to a stone house at the wooden door.
A large group of women with flowers and branches swarmed out, pounced on Fang Wen like a hungry tiger pounced on food.
Some of these women have delicate faces, some are slightly ugly, but they are all full of rotten and old age, and even those little girls who look no more than ten years old are like wild flowers thrown into the mud after being ravaged by others, and trampled by thousands of people, giving the impression that they are dying, dying quickly, or that they are already dead.
Fang Wen was shocked, he casually threw a handful of chrome coins to the strong man, and said urgently: "I don't want a woman, just find me a quiet place." ” The strong man casually stuffed a handful of chrome coins into his pocket, waved his fist vigorously at the women, and simply yelled: "Get out" The women stood at the same time, their faces lifeless, stiff and numb like the walking dead, and walked towards the stone house.
Fang Wen swallowed and spat, turning his head away from them.
The black-haired strong man led Fang Wen diligently to a small room separated by stone slabs in the stands.
The view here is very good, and you can easily see all the movement in the gladiatorial arena from a high vantage point.
Although it is only separated from those who are yelling and screaming, it also gives people a sense of self-aggrandizement that is high up and different.
Especially in the small room, there are actually good tea and hot water, and there is a special person to serve it, which makes Fang Wen even more surprised.
"It is worthy of being the largest free bazaar on the seventh underground floor of the European Zone, and it is worthy of being the territory of the most powerful gang leader in the lower three urban agglomerations."
Fang Wen secretly praised it, and picked up the hot tea that was delivered to him as soon as he entered the door.
As soon as he picked up the teacup and took a sip, the black-haired man who was still standing at the door hurriedly shouted: "Guest, a cup of excellent natural tea, 100,000 chromium coins" Fang Wen's hand stiffened, and he slowly raised his head and looked at the big man.
The black-haired man's face was showing a strange smile, as if he looked at Fang Wen with a little expectation, a little cruelty, and a little impatience, the muscles on his arms and bare chest were beating wildly, and Fang Wen issued a naked threat of force. ", such an old-fashioned immortal jump has no technical content at all, why do you want me to drink a few more cups of tea, and then quote at the checkout, wouldn't you be able to earn a little more" Fang Wen shook his head, hating the lesson that iron does not become steel.
The black-haired man and the young man waiting in the small room were stunned when they heard this, and the expressions on their faces changed rapidly, not knowing what they were thinking.
Shaking his head again, he said a few words to the black-haired man very meanly, Fang Wen took out a palm-sized plastic card from his pocket and threw it out.
He said lightly and nonchalantly: "The food worth 20,000 standard points is worth 20,000 standard points, and the exchange ratio between standard points and chrome coins should be enough now."
The big man grabbed the plastic card, glanced at it in shock, quickly stuffed the card into his pocket, and then turned around and left without saying a word.
Fang Wen smiled, and the young man in his room beckoned, and said very harshly: "Give me another cup of your inferior and indiscriminate natural tea, which is no different from horse urine." ” Sitting upright on the chair, Fang Wen honestly watched the three gladiatorial fights.
Three duels, respectively, ten people against each other, thirty people against each other, fifty people against each other, each time there must be a person to die in the gladiatorial fight to end, after each gladiatorial fight, the corpses spraying blood are piled up on the sidelines, exuding a strong and pungent smell of blood.
All the spectators in the stands were fascinated by this bloody scene and roared more and more feverishly.
Lots of small denomination chrome coins kept coming out of their pockets and exchanging them into small gambling tickets.
"It's really hilarious."
Fang Wen glanced at these fanatical and numb people with disdain, and shook his head gently: "You guys, you are the ones who sent them to the colony star for mining.
At least some of you know what to do, and you're already enjoying it, a bunch of damn bastards."
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A silver glow rippled out of Fang Wen's eyes, and when several men in the stands rushed down the stands in a frenzy and gathered on the corpse of a freshly killed gladiator to suck blood, Fang Wen's face became extremely cold.
His eyes had all turned silver, like two small suns, and the silver light in his sockets shot out several feet away.
The young man waiting for tea in the small room only felt a chill all over his body, and before he could see the change in Fang Wen's eyes, he was knocked out by a spiritual shock.
A middle-aged man with a short roe head and extremely obscene eyes walked into the gladiatorial arena, he stretched out his hands and cheered wildly: "Dear and distinguished guests, cheer, welcome our invincible Shura team to show their rage and bloodiness is still the old rule, ten of them, against a hundred newly trained warriors, an exhibition match, a pure exhibition match" He jumped and roared, and a few bloodshot tendons on his black teeth were clearly seen by Fang Wen, who turned his head in disgust.
The middle-aged man roared wildly: "I repeat again, anyone who has the courage to form a team to challenge the Shura team can form a team of less than 100 people to challenge them, if you can kill all the members of the Shura team, you can get 50,000 chrome coins, 50,000 shiny chrome coins, 50,000 heavy chrome coins, 50,000 50,000 coins."
The crowd in the stands jumped up and screamed a few senseless times, followed by angry scolding from the stands.
"Roll the liars, no one can defeat the Shura team, they are the strongest, no one can fight, they get down, we have to see the Shura team kill" "Yes, get down, Team Shura, Team Shura" "Team Shura, kill all these idiots and kill them all" A team of ten strong men who were two meters and thirty meters tall and also dressed slowly walked out of a stone house not far away.
Their bodies were covered with scars, the muscles were as sharp as axes and knives, and the muscles under the black skin were constantly beating, full of violent power.
With numb expressions and dull eyes, they walked into the gladiatorial arena with a round stone shield in their left hand and a double-edged stone axe in their right hand with stiff steps.
The group of ten people stood in the arena, and a cold breath like the last breath of a dying man suddenly filled the audience, and all the fanatical spectators were silent at the same time, and then suddenly erupted into fanatical shouts.
"The Shura team is a bit interesting, it's really good, everyone's internal strength is more than one Jiazi.
And also injected excessive amounts of flesh enhancement drugs, it's really unfair to his grandmother, that group of obviously civilian guys, it's really pitiful" Quickly calculated the strength of these ten strong men, Fang Wen looked at the hundred short and thin gladiators who walked out of another stone house, wrapped in lizard skin in their left hand, and carrying a black stone short sword in their right hand, and shook their heads gently: "This is murder, performance, in short, not gladiatorial fighting." ” With a sigh, Fang Wen lifted Erlang's legs, the silver light in his eyes dissipated without a trace, and the young man lying on the ground suddenly twitched and woke up violently.
The young man cowered and withdrew from the door, and Fang Wen didn't even look at him.
"Those intelligence officers under Lu Ling are doing a good job, and this team of guys is just used as my personal soldiers."
Fang Wen touched his chin with satisfaction: "Crazy, the Zhao family brothers, plus this team of ten strong men, tsk, all of them are brought out with the captain's uniform, this sensational effect, tsk" Smacking his lips, Fang Wen narrowed his eyes and smiled: "The boss here is very powerful, where did he get the yuan liquid for these guys?"
In the gladiatorial arena, a gladiatorial fight...
No, a massacre kicked off.
Ten strong men with more than one Jiazi internal force cultivation, physical strength more than ten times that of ordinary people, and a stone axe weighing more than 200 catties in their hands launched a massacre against a hundred warriors who had no internal strength, no physical strength, only rudimentary basic martial arts, and a stone sword weighing no more than three catties.
The process of slaughter was extremely boring, Fang Wen held his chin with both hands, and looked weakly at the blood flowing in the gladiatorial arena.
Thirteen seconds, it only took thirteen seconds, a hundred people were killed, ten members of the Shura team were covered in blood, thick blood slowly slid down their bodies, they slowly raised their shields and axes, and raised their heads to the sky and let out a wild, wild howl.
At this moment, because of the stimulation of blood and flesh, the faces of these ten people showed a little anger and a little human flavor.
The spectators in the stadium cheered again, and they waved their arms excitedly and threw some messy things at the ten members of the Shura team.
Some of them dropped chrome coins, some of them gnawed bones, and some of them simply dropped the stones they had grabbed.
The ten members of the Shura team numbly let these things hit their bodies, and stood in the middle of the field with a dead breath.
The obscene middle-aged man jumped out again, he walked around the members of the Shura team, pointed to the spectators in the stands and shouted: "You, the warriors of the dungeon, do you have the courage to form a team to challenge our Shura warriors, 50,000 chrome coins, 50,000 chrome coins, this is a fortune, don't you want chrome coins?"
The audience was silent, and no one said a word.
The middle-aged man jumped up and down for a while, and finally spread his hands helplessly: "Then, let's rest our Shura warriors."
You bastards, today's gladiatorial fight is over, and the Shura team's exhibition match this month is over, so you can do whatever you have to do, take your wives home and see how much money they make for you today."
More than 10,000 spectators shouted and cursed at the same time, and walked away lazily.
Fang Wen spilled the herbal tea in the teacup on the ground, picked up the teapot on the stove to refill a cup of tea for himself, and tasted the tea slowly.
When the audience in the venue left, a round fat man with a height of two meters and a waist circumference of at least three meters brought more than a dozen strong men to the door of the Fang Wen private room with a smile.
Raising his head impatiently, Fang Wen complained to the big fat man: "The efficiency is too low, the current underworld only has this kind of efficiency, Dear Mr.
Peterman, you should report to you under your subordinates that when a big man like me appears, I will hurry up with your thug team."
Round, wearing a coat similar to the style on Fang Wen's body, but the coat is made of lizard skin Peterman laughed exaggeratedly: "Oh, dear guest, it's not too late for me to come, isn't it" His red and oily face twitched violently, and he walked to Fang Wen's side, sat on the stool next to him, and laughed with satisfaction: "Can I ask, what are you doing, you see, I don't know anything about you, and you even know my name" On his oily face, a pair of soybean-sized eyes blinked rapidly, and Peterman stared at Fang Wen deadly, as if he could see a flower on his face.
Fang Wen picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea slowly, didn't look at Peterman, and said leisurely: "Oh, Mr.
Peterman will definitely not like my profession, so there is no need to mention it."
As for my purpose today, it's very simple.
How much money do you have to sell the Shura team" Peterman was stunned, he stood up angrily, pointed at Fang Wen and shouted, "You, do you want to die?"
Fang Wen's reaction was immediate, he took out a laser gun from his pocket, and the muzzle of the gun was tightly pressed against Peterman's temple.
In an uproar, a dozen strong men brought by Peterman took out all kinds of guns from under their clothes at the same time, and these guns, which used ancient gunpowder propellants and metal projectiles, were all aimed at Fang Wen
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