Master of the city

"It should be, it should be. For a beautiful girl, destroying her face may be more cruel than killing her... "

Beads of sweat came out of Miko's forehead. Her voice trembled as she spoke. But Mick still tries to talk with Zhang Fan in a more normal tone.

"That's right, so later, I always felt regret. How can she die so easily? A lot of fun didn't work on her. Until I saw you, I thought you might be a gift from God. She's so beautiful. She's so much like her. The skin is tender and the whole person is full of vitality. So the first time I saw you, I couldn't move my eyes. These two toys brought up from below can be regarded as an addition at most. You are my favorite toy. "

Zhang Fan said and put his face to Miko's face. At this time, Zhang Fan obviously felt that Miko had a backward dodge action. Just because the hair was pulled by Zhang Fan, this evasive action did not really come out, just let Zhang Fan feel the strength.

"What? Are you scared? Don't you think you're the best toys? No matter how happy the host is, he will accept it. Why are you afraid? Why do you hide? Do you know that this will make me have a bad time? "

As Zhang Fan spoke, the iron of his right hand came closer to Miko's face. The scorching heat wave even curled Miko's long hair.

"Brother, I'm wrong. I'm sorry. Michelle won't hide. Michelle will make my brother have a good time. "

Mick's face showed the right expression of grievance, I really feel sorry for her, but it can't hide her action of swallowing because of fear.

Just be afraid.

Knowing fear means that she is not a tool that has completely lost her thinking ability, and she may become an ordinary girl.

With a sound of "Dang", Zhang Fan throws the iron back into the heating trough, drags Miko's long hair, drags her to the edge of the sofa, and then takes her to sit down together. Zhang Fan's action looks very rough. But in fact, he is very meticulous in the control of strength. Girls can clearly feel the pulling force from the scalp, but they won't get hurt because of this pulling force.

"Come on, tell me how to play here. Besides these instruments of torture, what else can we play in the fighting field? I'm very selective. Is there any more suitable method for you? "

In this respect, Jinxin film will definitely claim that their club is a VIP box to protect everyone's privacy, and will never install hidden cameras. But if anyone believes that, it's really a hammer. At least Zhang Fan doesn't believe it. So no matter what he thinks, he can't say it clearly now. He can only do it slowly.

"OK, brother, I see."

Mick's face was full of grievances. Compared with the performance type of grievance at the beginning, Miko's expression is more real now. Maybe it's the second awakening of Chiyou shagu. Zhang Fan finds that he is very sensitive to other people's negative emotions. Just like Liu Jia and min Zhi's growing fear and suspicion, Zhang fan can feel them all.

"Brother, look outside. Now there is a fight going on in the fighting field. The most common one. "

Miko points to the arena outside the window. It's true that there are two men fighting over there right now. One of them is a chuckly yellow man with a deep nose and deep eyes. He looks more like the one in Central Asia. The other one is a black man who is at least 1.8 meters tall. But the black man didn't look very strong. Besides, many scars can be seen on his bare arm. I don't know whether he was hurt when he was fighting here or before he came here.

Two people deliberately do some retro dress. It's like a gladiator in Spartacus. Even the weapon in hand is very similar. It's all those iron swords that look rough. Of course, these costumes and props are really not difficult for a film and television company.

However, the process of the two men fighting is to let Zhang Fan and Basong on one side squint.

For experienced people, it's easy to tell whether two people are fighting or fighting. And now the two men on the field are obviously fighting a life and death battle.

The black man's movements look more clumsy than the yellow man's. However, the fighting experience of black people is obviously rich. Again and again beat back the yellow man's attack. And in the process of counterattack, in the yellow man's left shoulder hard to open a blood hole.

"Are they actors or are they from somewhere?"

Looking at the two men fighting, Zhang Fan asked with some doubts.

"Brother, there are no actors in this club except the female stars on the volunteer list. Now the two men in the arena are refugees who have been smuggled over from Africa and Central Asia. They were taken in by the company and sent here. As long as they can win the duel, they can get a lot of money to settle their families. Of course, even if they fail, they will get a settlement fee. "When it comes to things that have nothing to do with him, Michael is back to what he was before.

"Will they die here?"

Zhang Fan's face was full of interesting expression.

"Whether they will die or not depends on how guests like you choose. The rules of the arena are similar to those of the Roman arena. If one side loses its fighting power completely and is controlled by the other side, it is up to the guests to choose and the loser to die. "

"So."

The time to speak. The black man cut the yellow man in the leg again. Yellow people are short, and they have to rely on flexibility to deal with the black people. Now I've been slashed in my leg, and I'm sluggish. There was a grim smile on the black man's face. It was obvious that he knew it was time for him to attack. Waving his iron sword, the black man attacked the yellow man.

"And that's what we're doing, watching them chop? Finally decide whether to live or not? "

"Of course not."

Miko picks up a tablet computer from the coffee table in front of the sofa and hands it to Zhang Fan.

"Every fight in the arena has odds. Any guest can bet here. Each participant's name is on the tablet. Just bet directly on the tablet. And if you bet here, you don't have to submit money directly, you will only settle it when you leave the club. That is to say, if you have good eyesight. Be able to pick a strong enough competitor. Then you can get a lot of money without paying any price. Of course, if you lose and you can't make a bet when you leave, the club won't ask you for debt, just forbid you to set foot in the club forever. However, for the guests who have enjoyed the service here, this punishment has been very big. "

Miko answers to Zhang Fan in detail. Zhang Fan thinks that people in Jinxin film can really do things.

First of all, the people who come here to play are basically rich people. They can make money from these people by opening such an opening. As for people planning to make a mess here, it is basically impossible for them to come out of the next sky high price. After all, the people who can enter here are all recognized by Jinxin film. It's not likely to be a fool.

And even if these people leave the club and are refused to enter again, they will not make the other party feel angry. After all, it means that the club has forgiven them a lot of debt.

"Ah -"

just when Zhang Fan looked down at the tablet. There was a scream outside the French window. Zhang Fan looked up and saw that the black man's iron sword had been poked into the yellow man's back heart. The yellow man didn't even get the chance to beg for mercy. After the black man pulled out his iron sword, he vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Roar -"

after a difficult victory, the black man clenched his arms and raised his head to give a wild roar, which seemed to vent the pressure accumulated in the battle.

According to the rules, when a battle is won, it should be over. But at this time, the glass curtain wall opposite Zhang Fan's box opened a door. Then, a black girl in a Japanese student uniform seemed to be kicked out of the box and rolled down the slope to the arena below.

And she rolled over the place, it is obvious that left a intermittent bloodstain.

After rolling down to the arena below, the girl tried very hard to support herself with one hand and got up from the ground.

After seeing the girl clearly, Zhang Fan frowned.

The girl's clothes were tattered, showing the stripes on her body. On her beautiful face, one eye had been blind. However, her first reaction after she got up from the ground was not crying for pain or asking for help. Instead, she quickly picked up the iron sword of the yellow man who had just died on the ground. She held the sword on the ground with both hands, one side was big Gasping, he fixed his last eye on the black man who had just won.

"Nah, the bet is even bigger. Brother, do you want to play it?"

At this time, Miko hands the tablet computer to Zhang Fan.

"Pankou?"

Zhang Fan thought it was incredible.

Although the black man had just experienced a battle, what's the difference between letting a bruised girl fight him and letting the girl die? Is such a fight really worth a bet?