Chapter 2279 Soul Return (36)

  She looked up at the densely packed books, frowning slightly.

   Feel strange, but can't figure it out.

  I always feel that I seem to have overlooked something.

   As for what was overlooked...

  She turned around and looked at the silent study room.

   Tilt your head slightly.

  …

  …

  …

at this time.

   "hit-hit-hit-"

   "Huh—papapapa—"

   "Stand up—get up—"

   "Where's the gun!? Give him the gun!"

   At this moment, the underground beast field.

   One, full of blood and violence, ignoring rules and laws, full of lunatics and murderers.

  Rigid reinforced aluminum surrounds it, forming a huge Colosseum.

   Chains, blades, instruments of torture, and various rifles and sniper rifles.

  Endless noise and cheers were intertwined, and booing came one after another.

   The bottom of the Colosseum is the place where the air is the dirtiest and most disgusting.

  The uneven and muddy ground has been stained with the blood of an unknown number of people.

  Turned black, pus, smelly.

  Stinks to heaven.

  The spectator seats in the Colosseum were full of betting gamblers.

   With human life as a bet, everyone is red-eyed.

   Roaring, facing the poor people under the Colosseum.

   There is no concept of human life, nor the slightest sympathy for killing the same kind.

  There are only the crazy obsession with money, and the madness that vows to overwhelm and destroy all enemies.

  Here, some people can get rich overnight and become billionaires standing in a pool of blood corpses, and some people can die just like that, never seeing the sun of tomorrow again.

  Brutal fighting with animal nature, sweaty and **** hand-to-hand combat.

  Obviously something that should only be done among lowly beasts, but here, it has become something that everyone is obsessed with.

   Even at the expense of breaking arms and legs.

  In such a fiery and crazy night, the people below are still crazy, red-eyed.

   Those who sit on the top floor, despite the smell of blood and sweat outside, can also sit in the clean and bright viewing room and enjoy endless luxury.

  The huge bulletproof floor-to-ceiling glass looks down from top to bottom.

  Looking down indifferently, watching all this like the emperor of the night.

  It is pleasing to the eye and makes people feel happy.

  The taste of blood, such an attractive color.

  He sat there, shaking his glass of red wine with intoxicating ripples.

  The cold and pale appearance of an aristocrat, against the background of the blood-like light and shadow, seems to be tainted with traces of madness and gloom.

  Sen is cool, his movements are infinitely elegant, but the temperature of his fingertips is cold and without temperature.

  The mellow grape wine that has settled down is shaking, reflecting the light and shadow of the blood outside the window.

  For a while, I don't know whether the wine is redder or the blood outside is redder.

  The narrow and cold phoenix eyes are extremely cold-blooded.

  Looking at the person who was fighting underneath, then tapped coldly with his fingertips.

   Unhurriedly, the color of the wine sank, and the fingers were cold.

   Cold as a blade.

   Not long after, the door behind him opened.

  Tonight's winner was sent over.

  It was dirty and muddy, once it came in, it was stained here.

   Very smelly.

  Stinks of sweat.

  Mixed with a disgusting wet earthy smell.

   He was framed in by two tall men in special bulletproof suits.

  The clothes are torn, and the body is full of bruises and scars.

  He won, but also suffered injuries all over his body.

  When she was brought in, she almost couldn't stand still.

   Standing staggeringly, it was thrown on the ground like garbage.

  (end of this chapter)