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Chapter 39: A sweet thank you gift.
The young man who had defeated the zombies in the ring before rushed in with a machete in his hand.
The moment the zombie pounced, the scarred man strangled the zombie's neck with all his strength. When the two sides were in a stalemate, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the young man coming and shouted, "Xiaofeng, save me! I know I was wrong, I will never treat you like that again, save me..."
The young man stared at him expressionlessly, then raised his hand and chopped the zombie that was pouncing on the scarred man to death with his knife.
"No way, we have to save this kind of scum?" Shousui couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment when he saw this scene.
Just when everyone was confused about the boy's actions, and the scarred man on the ring just breathed a sigh of relief, the boy raised his hand again, and in a flash, he stabbed the scarred man dozens of times, each stab was fatal. People with sharp eyes could clearly see that there were so many blood holes on the body that it looked like a hornet's nest. The boy's ruthlessness showed that he had a huge hatred in his heart.
The scarred man died before he could even catch his breath.
After watching the incident, everyone in the audience was shocked by the boy's behavior. If Shousui had not seen big scenes before, he would have been frightened by the boy's ruthlessness.
Although the survivors rescued from iron cage No. 3 felt that the scene was somewhat bloody and horrifying, they felt very relieved in their hearts.
The scene suddenly became quiet and the air seemed to freeze for half a minute.
"Although there was a minor incident, the winner has emerged!" As the field controller here, Shousui quickly came to his senses and announced loudly: "It's the one in front of us... uh, this young man!" When the words came to his lips, Shousui realized that he didn't even know the man's name.
Next, Shousui ordered his younger brothers to escort the bald man to the arena to continue the gladiatorial contest.
Yu Qiaoman, who was sitting in the back seat, covered Li Zhiyun's eyes the whole time. Although these people had done so many evil things that they did not deserve sympathy, the scene was so bloody that even she would have nightmares at night, let alone little Zhiyun.
Shousui was bored and picked up an apple from the table. He took a bite and before he could chew it for a few seconds, he frowned and spat it out: "Pah, why is it so unpalatable?"
Looking back and seeing the bitten apple in his hand, Shousui put it back on the table helplessly. Touching his hungry stomach, he couldn't help but miss Heci's sweet blood.
"Why hasn't He Ci come to rescue us yet?" He rested his elbows on the armrests of the chair, muttering with his chin in his palms. "Hey, could it be that he hasn't noticed that I'm missing yet?"
When his companions heard what he said, they couldn't help but glance at him as if they had misheard. In this situation, you have wiped out the whole nest of bad guys, and the leader of the bad guys has been killed. Do you still need He Ci to save you? Are you pretending to be weak?
Shousui stared at the dozen or so human companions behind him. In order to prevent himself from losing control due to hunger, he decided to send two younger brothers to iron cage No. 4 to release the blood of a few captives to fill his stomach, so as to avoid the same out-of-control behavior as last time.
Soon, three bowls of blood from three captives were placed on the table in front of him. Shousui tasted them one by one, and he didn't know what had affected their blood, which tasted very bland.
After drinking a sip from each of the three bowls of blood, Shousui frowned with disgust. Just as he put the bowl back on the table, a glass of blood plasma filled in a wine glass was handed to him.
Shousui looked at the hand holding the glass. The boy called Xiaofeng by the scarred man looked at him with some trepidation on his dirty face covered with blood. The cut on his left wrist was still dripping blood slowly, and the blood on the ground blossomed into gorgeous red plum blossoms.
Shousui stared at him and hesitated for a moment, somewhat confused.
The young man thought he was being disliked, and lowered his head with a look of loss, and said rather stiffly: "I just want to thank you. It's you who gave me the opportunity to kill my enemy."
“If you dislike it…” The young man lowered his eyes and took back the wine glass he had handed over. Under the transparent frosted glass, one could vaguely see red blood plasma swaying slightly with the movement of his hand.
Shousui couldn't help swallowing his saliva. After hearing what the young man said, Shousui certainly wouldn't be polite anymore. He took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
The boy's blood tasted sweet and mellow, and it was quite delicious. Shousui licked the corner of his lips with a feeling of unsatisfied taste.
When the boy felt the glass slipping out of his hand, he raised his eyes in surprise. After seeing the empty wine glass on the table, he smiled shyly.
Glancing at the wound on the boy's wrist, Shousui didn't know why he was so happy. The blood was almost gone, so he couldn't help but say, "Go get it bandaged."
"Oh, okay!" The boy was stunned for a second before he realized that the words of "Shou Sui" were directed at him.
Just as he finished speaking, the door of this underground arena was suddenly kicked open from the outside.