The well-designed casino staff pinched the mouth of the slave who was lying on the ground, patted his swollen cheeks, and said "spray out". Then the slave spit out four teeth. In order to confirm that he did not hide more teeth in his mouth, the staff also deliberately used his fingers to snatch his mouth and broke his mouth in front of people.

His chin was broken, and these movements made him sweat, but he could not do anything or say anything. Charles noticed that he had clenched his fist, but quietly let it go, and the struggle in his eyes became docile again. He might have thought of something.

Some people began to praise anyone, including slaves lying on the ground, and some people kept sighing. Only those who bet on four teeth were paid, and many other related chips in the betting area were taken away.

Those who win are happy, while those who lose are sighing. No one cares whether this gambling method is humane or respectful to life. They only care about their own feelings.

It was the tall guest's turn, and he trotted for a while and punched out with people's roars and encouragement. The slave screamed in pain and fell back to the ground. His cheek began to bleed quickly. The collision of teeth and fists made his cheek a victim, a penetration injury about the size of a bean.

Of course, the tall guest was not feeling well. He also squatted on the ground and hugged his fists in pain. He had already prepared the staff to clean the wounds for him immediately and bandage them. On his fist, there was a soybean-sized wound, which seemed to be something embedded in and pulled out again, tearing some of his skin.

He looked at the slave lying on the ground with an unexpected look, and watched the staff take out a tooth from his mouth, and people celebrated or vented their roars again. Any gambling behavior will always win and some will always lose.

The tall man walked to the slave and looked down at him from a high place. The people who had dispersed around stopped and looked at the two of them in surprise. Some even began to motivate.

Under the sensation of people and the sensation of slaves, the tall man clenched his fists and said, "Send him to the eighth floor..."

First, he was ridiculed for bragging, and then he lost to the short man in a gambling game to lose teeth. Not only did he lose more money, he even had a hole in his fist. All of this is blamed by this slave. If he could adjust his posture when he was beaten, he would not only not be injured, but he might also win this game. It was blamed by this damn slave, he should die!

He wanted to vent, but he didn't dare to make the short man right, but this slave was not a problem. The moment he said these words, people were infuriated, because the eighth floor was a good place, an indoor arena. If the guests had any conflicts, they could solve them there, and of course they could vent their anger there.

Charles looked back at the tour guide girl with a slightly white complexion and asked, "Where is the eighth floor?"

After a moment of silence, the girl said, "The place where people are legally killed, if you have conflicts with anyone, you can challenge the other party, and the other party can accept or refuse. If the other party accepts, you can decide a time to go to the eighth floor to resolve the problem."

"In the iron cage, no matter whether it is life or death, there is only one person who can come out alive, and the Tower of Sky will be opened for this. People like these. Every time the light on the eighth floor lights up, people will fill that floor..."

In a modern arena, except for the official gladiator competition every once in a while, the rest are battles between guests and guests, or between guests and slaves. Sometimes, some guests owe too much gambling debts and do not have too much value, and the casino will throw them into the gladiator.

At that time, there will be gladiators who specialize in gladiators fighting with them, and basically the guests who are thrown into the arena will not survive the third game. To clear out their debts, they will need to fight three games.

No one cares whether the person in the cage dies or lives. They only care about who can win and who can bring more money to themselves. As for the Tower of Sky, they will find ways to balance the results of each game, making it full of suspense.

In the more than 50 years since the establishment of the Sky Tower to today, there have been no more than 200 guests in the cage and they have been thrown into a bloody way to gain freedom. Except for some of them who think they can take advantage of the Sky Tower and want to clean up their own accounts in the gladiatorial competition, many people still left here forever.

Compared to money, enjoyment is more important or life.

Gambling, killing, blood, money, and life, everything here stimulates people's senses, making everyone ignore time, indulge in pleasure, or become part of being enjoyed.

Looking at the slave whose expression became numb and desperate again, Charles shrugged, "Can I buy him a pair of armor or give him a weapon?" His question stunned the guide girl for a moment, and a little glow flashed deep in her eyes.

"I don't know, sir, but I can ask you..." Charles stroked the fabric on the girl's pants and nodded at her.

Soon she came back from the staff on the side with some excitement on her face, "They said yes, sir, but the price is very high, and it takes at least 50,000 chips to give that guy a weapon and a shield."

Shire dialed a few 10,000 pieces of chips from the slave holding the tray next to him and gave them to the girl, "Why not, at least I hope to make this game fairer..." He noticed that the casino staff was saying something to the tall man. The tall man looked shocked. He was a little hesitant, but after the staff persuaded him, he finally nodded.

As for what promise the casino gave him, Charles didn't care. All he wanted was to give the slave even an almost impossible front-line opportunity.

Everyone should have such an opportunity, a chance to dominate their own destiny.

From the second floor to the fifth floor, Charles has seen too many gambling methods, especially the fifth floor, which has a larger venue and wider space, and does not have so many gambling facilities. But on the contrary, there are the most people here, because there are many strange gambling methods here, and everyone seems to be happy with it.

Seeing the power of this Golden Cave, Shire became more interested in the facilities upstairs.

"Did you lose from the bottom last time?" Alfred and Charles talked about his tragic experience. Now Charles can recognize his situation at that time. To be honest, if he had not experienced more things, seen more things, and had very important tasks, Charles might have indulged here.

He is colorful and cannot tell the difference between day and night. He can do whatever he wants at any time or place, whether it is good - for example, he gave the slave a chance to prove his inner kindness and greatness, or whether it is bad - there is no law here, as long as it complies with the rules, anything may become a reality.

Over time, people will forget themselves, the outside world, and forget everything, just to pursue happiness.

"The sixth and seventh floors are the lower lounges..." When the rotating stairs sent the three people to the sixth floor, the guide girl began to introduce the place again. They did not stop, but continued to rise slowly, and the separate upward passages downstairs were connected here.

"If you need to rest, you can come here anytime, anywhere..." She briefly signaled the small compartments on this floor, which looked like eggs. "You can choose the partner you can rest with you, regardless of the men, women and numbers. If you have special requirements, the Tower of Sky will also satisfy you..."

Charles looked into the distance and saw many men and women sitting in a place similar to a place with a handle or a cafe, with booths and round tables. They were dressed in formal, fashionable clothes that suited their appearance and temperament and sat together to chat, just like a leisure place in the Midtown area, everything was very peaceful.

There are girls in their teenage years, women or elderly people in their thirties and forties or even fifties, and there are everything here.

He also saw a man bringing another man into an egg room. All people have long been accustomed to this. In fact, those men and women who are waiting for goods to be selected by people are slaves. Their value is to meet the physiological needs of all guests.

When the three of them arrived at the eighth floor, there was a lot of people here. There was a high platform within a area of ​​thousands of square meters, an iron cage on the platform, and many large screens around it. People were communicating or chatting. Shire "participated" in the game. With his generous behavior, the organizer prepared a front position for him so that he could better appreciate the game.

As soon as they sat down, someone came over with a tray, "Gentlemen, ladies, good evening, do you need to place a bet?" The girl in simple clothes introduced the gameplay here in very fluent language. After Shire listened carefully for a while, he placed 100,000 chips on the slave, which was about two hundred gold coins, and there were not many chips on their tray.

Of course, no one cares about this little money. In order to allow Charles to complete the post-war mission as much as possible, Earl Liszt allocated a special amount for them, which was a lot of money.

The staff member bent even lower. When she handed the pen to Charles, her white and fat baby even wiped Charles' cheek, "Sir, please sign here..." She was not shy at all, but her eyes showed something that adults understand, because life was difficult to understand each other.
Chapter completed!