A completely barbaric primitive fighting arena, a huge iron cage in a corner of the tropical jungle wasteland.
"Fuck you, why?"
Di Wei was beaten violently in an iron cage by a D-level infected person hinted at by a tower. In this fighting arena filled with bloody violence, it would not end until one of the parties died.
Although the people of Di Zhu were beaten stupid, apart from having a body like a living dead, their physical strength was not enough to even run eight hundred meters, and they were unable to draw power from another space, so they were abused one-sidedly.
Even after the opponent's strength was completely exhausted, Di Wei was not seen dead, so the people fighting Di Wei were directly shot to death by the officers who were watching and surrounded by warblers and swallows.
The bet about Di Biao was completely meaningless. He was just a sandbag with no ability to fight back. No matter how hard he was beaten, he never made a sound. He was simply born to be beaten.
So there was a new rule. As a daily repertoire, Di Wei would come out and be beaten regularly every day. If he could not beat the infected person, he would die himself.
"I can't even beat your mother to death..."
The moment he heard this rule, Di Wei knelt down on the ground and spoke with elegant words.
In this way, Di Wei lived a happy life of being beaten, drunk and dreaming.
"I know some people, the more painful they are, the better they feel."
"I can tell the kind of person you are."
"Enjoy it."
"The top cadre, Mr. Di Wei."
The warlord had no intention of giving Di Biao pleasure. He once thought of sealing Di Biao's legs with cement and throwing him into the sea, but after careful consideration, he decided against it.
He wants Di Yi to suffer torture under his eyes forever. This is just the beginning. He knows what Di Yi is most afraid of. Even such a person has something to fear.
After that, he wanted to plunge Di Yi into hell. He first incited him and made him watch the thing he was most proud of completely shattered, making him unable to have a relationship with women for the rest of his life.
Klein wants to completely shatter his concept of a tough guy and turn him into a useless person.
At that time...
He never dared to mention...the words "real man" again.
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"If handwork is uncool, then I'm the lowest level idiot in the world."
"Ha ha."
In the selection of SCT's top cadres, Di Wei stood out and competed with several other ordinary SCT cadres.
And today is the day when the results are announced.
The overall strength is considered based on factors such as the stability of the area under control, the amount of tax paid, and the quality of combat power it possesses.
In the conference room at the SCT headquarters, the light was cold and the atmosphere was dark. Several fierce-looking people were eagerly waiting for the summit members to arrive and announce the results.
And in this selection.
Klein was also there. He was tall, nearly two meters tall, with deep-set eyes. He looked the most vicious in the entire conference room.
At this time, Di Wei was wearing a khaki windbreaker, talking about handwork, and put his hands in his trouser pockets to make adjustments. He had just performed a very subtle pressure relief activity in the bathroom.
As Di Wei entered the conference room, everyone in the space looked solemn, because all the methods used by Di Wei in this selection were too underhanded.
In order to ensure the amount of tax paid, he actually provided hallucinogens to his children, saying that real men need to be cultivated from an early age to understand temptation in order to resist temptation. The anti-drug pioneer, start with me.
Di Wei actually came prepared this time. He had already found out the tone of the summit from McConaughey. In the end, a man named Klein would be selected as the top cadre. As an S-class infected person, he himself
With a certain amount of combat power, its co-ordination capabilities are also quite strong, the area under its jurisdiction is extremely stable, and it maintains sustainable fishing.
Although Di Wei's tax amount is higher, the area under his jurisdiction is quite chaotic. Since he joined SCT, he has been rising all the way. His position has been promoted too fast. There are doubts about his specific thoughts or positions, but he is only regarded as a strong candidate and remains.
Until the next replacement.
After Di Wei learned the news, he was not an idle man at all, so he resorted to some means.
"Hello, this... Mr. White."
Di Wei walked to the conference table, took out his hand from his trouser pocket, stretched it out to Klein, and signaled that he wanted to shake his hand.
Klein frowned. He also understood that Di Biao was a strong opponent in this selection and had friends in the summit. Regardless of whether he was selected or not, he would have to suffer the loss.
Holding back his rage, he stretched out his hand and shook it symbolically.
But it was not enough for Di Wei to humiliate him like this.
The long conference table was rectangular, with candidates sitting on both sides. No one dared to cross the line and sit in the main seat above, which was reserved for summit members.
Unexpectedly, Di Wei didn't care and sat on the main seat with his legs even on the conference table, which made everyone nervous.
The summit... cannot be desecrated.
Di Wei not only didn't care, but also told a story about an unrelated affair.
"Fuck."
He licked his tongue.
"I met a very sexy woman last night, she was so sexy that I was moved."
"She has been complaining about her husband being raped by foreigners. She would rather do it herself than sleep in the same bed with that loser."
"Damn."
"Maybe I'm just too damn handsome."
"I just said... Do you want to have some fun? I was just talking casually."
"Guess what the result was?"
"why not?"
"She said, why not?"
"I wouldn't believe this bitch's kung fu without the experience of a hundred works. She has a unique technique for dealing with a weak state."
"Really... do it."
"When I left this morning, I also gave you a small gift. I'll wipe it off if it's too embarrassing."
After Di Wei finished telling the story of his affair, he took out a pair of black lace women's triangle underwear from the inner pocket of his khaki windbreaker as if it were a treasure, and carefully laid it out on the conference table.
The other candidates remained silent, just dumbfounded. Klein frowned even more and didn't say much. Maybe he was just overthinking it.
"By the way, that woman...is her name Betsy or something? Let me introduce her to you, okay?"
Di Wei just finished speaking.
Klein felt as if the world was spinning in front of him, and everyone was stunned. He didn't even have time to get angry.
"Boss, you forgot your candidacy information."
Suddenly, Di Biao's younger brother appeared at the door of the conference room, carrying something in his hand.
Each candidate brought a propaganda document, but Di Biao was empty-handed, and only then did his younger brother deliver it.
It was nothing else, but a child's cartoon schoolbag.
Klein rushed over like a tiger, grabbed Di Zhu's neck, and lifted him into the air, with veins on his forehead standing out.
"What did you do."
Klein questioned.
Di Wei learned of the selection results and thought that he did not have time to wait until the next replacement, and he could not tell when another top cadre would die.
His head was swollen red due to lack of oxygen. He coughed a few times and spoke intermittently.
"Why don't you go see it yourself?"
"There isn't much time left. I told them it would be in twenty minutes."
"Master Father..."
"I will come to your home and pray for your son."
Di Wei made a pun.
In his context, the word "priest" is extremely evil.
Klein gasped. He didn't know how Di Biao found his family's information. It was classified as top secret... It was his friend, the top official, a person named McConaughey.
