On the seventeenth floor of the Slave Tower, in a box in the Blood Arena.

"How are things arranged?"

The young man in fine clothes had arrived here from the sixteenth floor. He was sitting on the sofa and asked calmly.

Next to him, the man in black dress who also followed him to the seventeenth floor replied, "Sir, we have made arrangements as per your request. There was a small situation there, but with the help of Elder Yang, it has been solved now.

!”

"very good!"

Hearing this, the young man in colorful clothes nodded with a smile, looked at a rest room below the bloody arena and said coldly: "If you dare to ruin my good deeds, just wait for someone to collect your body!"

With that said, he looked at the man in black dress and asked, "Are the spirit stones ready?"

"Get ready, Young Master. Including Elder Yang, there are exactly 30 billion spiritual stones!"

"Very good, put all your money on me! This time, I will make back the loss I just made with the principal and interest!!" A sparkle flashed in the eyes of the young man in rich clothes.

"Yes, sir!"

The man in black dress nodded and suddenly spoke again, "Sir..."

"Um?"

"Here's a new one for you!"

As he spoke, a beautiful but obviously frightened woman came in from outside the door.

"Um."

The young man in fine clothes glanced at the woman and nodded slightly.

"Why don't you hurry up and serve the young master!"

When the man in black dress saw this, he gave the beautiful woman a cold look.

Although the woman was scared, she still stepped forward.

"ah!"

As soon as she reached the sofa, the young man in fine clothes suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her to the sofa. When she screamed, he tore her clothes apart.

The man in black dress saw this and quickly exited the box.

In the box, a woman's painful voice soon came out.

…

"Why haven't you started yet? It's been almost two quarters of an hour!!"

"I'm tired of waiting, why don't I still fight!?"

"What's going on? Why haven't you continued the next bloody battle for so long!?"

…

In the bloody battle arena, many spectators started to groan as they saw that the next bloody battle had not started for a long time.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, there was some temporary situation just now. But it has been resolved now, and the bloody battle will begin soon, so please be patient!"

At this time, a broadcast sounded in the Blood Arena.

Hearing this, the audience stopped muttering.

Not waiting for half a minute, the broadcast sounded again, "The next bloody battle in the arena will be between No. 3130, who has already won a victory, and Slave No. 99!!"

"Slave 99?"

When they heard the sound of the broadcast, the audience showed doubts.

"Which slave is this? I've never heard of it!"

"Yes! This is the first time I heard about this slave No. 99!!"

"Is he new here?"

…

On the seventeenth floor of the slave tower, none of the slaves who can fight bloody battles here are as strong as those. Therefore, each one has a name and a surname. Even if they don't have a name, they have a code name. The audience who comes here basically know each other.

But this is the first time they heard about Slave No. 99!

The broadcast sounded again, "Everyone, I'm sorry. This is a temporary slave. We haven't had time to report yet, but you are free to place bets!"

As the voice fell, the words No. 3130 and Slave No. 99 appeared on the video screen, and the odds of both sides appeared below.

1:1.05.

1:10.

"Damn it, such high odds?"

"A new slave has just joined, and the opponent is still No. 3130. This is normal!"

"It doesn't matter who he is! Just bet on No. 3130 anyway!!"

"That is to say, No. 3130, I bet 10 million spiritual stones!"

"I bet five million!"

"Bet seven million!"

…

Under the enthusiastic bets of the audience in the venue.

In the lounge, the radio also sounded.

"No. 3130, please come in!"

"Finally here!"

Hearing the sound, Chen Yi, who was leaning on the sofa, immediately opened his eyes, got up and walked towards the Blood Arena.

"Slave 99?"

The middle-aged man in black dress is frowning and thinking.

"big……"

Seeing Chen Yi walking out, he wanted to open his mouth to remind him, but as soon as he made the sound, he swallowed it back.

With this lord’s strength, do you still need him to remind you?

He shook his head and didn't think more about it.

Although he didn't know where the new slave came from, he had witnessed Chen Yi killing the seventeenth floor all the way, and he already had full confidence in the latter!

"No. 3130!"

"No. 3130!"

"No. 3130!"

…

As soon as he entered the bloody arena, Chen Yi heard an astonishing shout.

He had no reaction to this and just glanced at the video screen.

"89%?"

But when he saw the proportion of bets above, he was a little surprised.

According to 99% of the cases in the first game, the audience should choose him. Could it be that his opponent, Slave No. 99, is a very strong slave?

That’s not right!

If it is very strong, the odds can reach 1:10?

Chen Yi came all the way up from the first floor of the slave tower, and the highest odds he had ever seen were nothing more than this!

Could it be that the odds were high and the bets were based on luck?

He shook his head and didn't think much about it.

Anyway, no matter who the opponent is, as long as you defeat them!

Just after he entered the ring, the door to the lounge opposite opened.

An old man with shackled hands and feet but neatly dressed and long hair walked in.

Wow——!!

But the moment they saw this person, there was an uproar in the whole place.

"Holy shit! Isn't this Deacon Lu from Zhenyi Building? How did he become a slave!?"

"Wo Ri, what's going on? The deacon of Zhenyi Building is a half-step Dao realm existence!!"

"Nima, new slave! The new slave is the deacon of Zhenyi Building? Is this a scam!?"

"Cheating money! This is money fraud! You actually put the deacon of Zhenyi Building down as a slave. This is cheating us to make a bet!!"
To be continued...