Sitting cross-legged on the king's chair, his other arm rested on the armrest, dragging his slightly fat little face.
The minister has also gained weight, and now he can nibble on the meat in his hands without having to worry about Heaton taking the seat from him.
Heaton held a lollipop in his mouth and looked at the trembling ministers below.
"Yang Gang!"
Heaton's loud voice filled the entire hall.
The officials below, whether it was Yang Gang who was called or others, all trembled.
Some people felt relieved, while others knelt on the ground.
"It's your turn, stop inking!"
Heaton smiled, and the minister did not stop him when he saw this gesture.
These are the results of discussions with ministers.
Ever since a high-level duel five years ago, the current emperor has somehow fallen in love with gladiatorial combat.
It was even a fight between officials of the day.
Even the more rubbish and scarier the person is, the more likely they are to arouse his interest.
If it weren't for the fact that officials are still needed to maintain the operation of the empire, it would be good if only one-third of the officials were still standing.
In fact, Heaton's idea is very simple. Ministers like to exclude dissidents. Officials who do not rely on ministers cannot survive in this court.
In other words, those who are still active in the court today are all scum.
It's just the difference between talented scum and incompetent scum.
Of course, officials are not consumables, and gladiatorial games are suggestions made by ministers based on the emperor's interests.
On weekdays, some prisoners, sinners, and dissidents are all within the fighting area.
But officials of the current government cannot escape.
If you win, you will be promoted to a higher position; if you lose, you will be resigned to fate.
This depends on how aggressive your opponent is.
Maybe among the criminals there are good people who were beaten by ministers, but there are definitely not among the officials.
Yang Gang usually plays a game of guessing the gender of the child in the belly of pregnant women, and entertains ministers by disemboweling.
Well, it started five years ago, but recently the minister got tired of it.
What can be gained from scratching the stomach? How can any official in the current government experience despair, then give hope, and finally crush this hope for fun.
Hundreds of people with hundreds of faces, different yet the same.
There are good people and bad people, evil people and good people, but death is right in front of you, and it still comes to you slowly and gently.
The evil in human nature has been magnified countless times, and the good in people has also been inspired. In the past five years, there have been hundreds of battles between good people and good people, evil people and evil people, and good people and evil people.
Blood and tears carved this bloody and beautiful venue.
This is art!
Controlling people's lives at will is like playing crickets. This is a game between yourself and the emperor!
It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. Whoever can make this battle beautiful and wonderful, and please the ministers and emperor, will get everything!
Heaton looked at the arena in front of him that was covered in blood and could not be wiped clean. He wondered if he was also becoming mentally disturbed.
Human life is not respected, trampled on, and discarded.
It seems that human life is not worthy of respect, begging for mercy, swearing, and giving up on oneself. One moment he was a saint and a gentleman, and this moment he is a ruffian.
Living seems to have become an obsession, and this obsession has distorted Heaton, who is on the throne.
No, I'm still the same!
Demons and angels must obey my wishes!
Regarding the minister's letting go of Heaton, he no longer restrained Heaton and was not worried that Heaton would turn against him.
because…
He is so much like me that he is not his own son, but more like him than his own.
He is on his side!
Yang Gang was selected by Heaton, so the minister naturally had to choose among the prisoners.
Just like last time, ministers were chosen among officials and Heaton was chosen among prisoners.
"Minister, who did you choose this time?"
Heaton asked.
"Your Majesty, look."
The minister pointed to the arena, and a man was sent up.
"It's a boy!"
Heaton was surprised that young people were relatively rare.
"His father just participated in the gladiatorial battle last time. Your Majesty, do you still remember?"
"Oh, is he the son of the prisoner suspected of treason?"
The minister smiled slightly and expressed his approval.
"His father fought bloody battles to the end. I don't know if he can be the same as his father."
"Hahaha, I'm also looking forward to this young man's performance."
After the minister finished speaking, he greeted the guards behind him.
The guards behind naturally understood what the minister meant and stepped back.
Off the field, several researchers in white clothes appeared.
Carrying boxes in their hands, they came to Yang Gang and took out a potion from the box.
The white-clothed research institute grabbed Yang Gang's neck and thrust the needle into Yang Gang's neck roughly.
This is a drug specially researched by Dr. Fashion. It can make people temporarily lose their mind, improve their physical fitness to a small extent, and has few side effects. It can be said to be a must-have artifact for home and travel.
That's right, this is the second version of the potion that Bill proposed for the ordinary group of assassination troops.
The effect of squeezing people's physical potential is greatly reduced, and psychotropic drugs are specially added to increase people's fighting spirit.
It is specially used for people like Yang Gang who have no fighting spirit and lack of fighting ability.
"Yes, he is quite old. It is not easy to fight with a young man."
Heaton agreed with the minister's instructions. After all, the medicine had been taken.
Everyone on the field left, leaving only two people.
There is no referee until one party is incapacitated or the emperor leaves happily.
The boy is innocent!
Regardless of whether his father was suspected of treason or was imprisoned for resisting the minister, the young man was implicated.
His name is Farr, he is 15 years old and has learned swordsmanship briefly for two years.
But now, the sword is at the edge of the field. As long as I get the sword, I will definitely chop the old man in front of me to pieces easily.
'Why is this old man lying motionless on the ground? Is he dead? They told me I can live if I win this battle!'
No matter what, he didn't want to be cut in half like his damn father.
rush!
Farr took the lead and ran to the right side of the circular field immediately.
There's a row of weapons there!
"Bang!"
As Farr was running, he felt as if his back was hit by a thousand pounds of weight and he flew forward.
"when!"
A mouthful of blood rushed into his throat and into his mouth, and the heavy blow on his back made him a little overwhelmed.
No...not yet.
He kicked the ground hard.
"Shua"
Smoke and dust flew everywhere, and a fist appeared where he had been lying.
"Hey, what kind of old man is this? It must be because of the medicine just now."
But now is not the time to think about this. This smelly old man with few hairs on his head, a face full of wrinkles, and even a scar is very strong.
Yes, neither Heaton nor the minister thought that the old guy who had just wet his pants and burst into tears had been specially trained when he was young. For ordinary people, he has considerable strength!