nyslfriends Chapter 63 The Weight of Money
Chapter 63 The Weight of Money
Chapter 63 The Weight of Money
The rusty iron gate rumbled open, and in the instant the dim light leaked in, a backlit, mountain-like figure blocked the gap. The surrounding air suddenly froze, even the wind on the arena stopped, and a sense of oppression surged through every corner.
This was not a fight, but a privately commissioned massacre by Xue Hua, the leader of the Spider Gang, in order to curry favor with Lu Tiansheng and many nobles.
Those who appeared in the arena were people at the fourth level of Qi Refining.
In the middle stage of Qi Refining, the dense spiritual energy within the Guan Yuan has liquefied, and depending on individual differences, the magical power is several times or even ten times more abundant than in the early stage of Qi Refining.
This person's prosthetic body modification was not a substandard "commercial" or "industrial" product, but a genuine illegally modified "murderous prosthetic body".
There are three main types of arm modifications for killing, and these three types are the most versatile, emphasizing extreme single-target damage or area destruction.
Mantis knife, scorpion tail sickle, magnetic chainsaw.
Of course, there are many other alternatives.
Fist Peak Sword Ball, Swarm Blade Nest, Predator Piercing Construct, etc.
However, compared to the previous three types, they are all special attacks and have much weaker overall application capabilities. Only experts can master the alternative modifications.
In Graycore City, only the Torture Chamber Club emphasizes visceral combat. In more intense areas, there are even fully modified cybernetic psychopaths fighting each other, or modified individuals battling. However, the feedback from such attacks consists of sparks from mechanical parts, without flesh and blood or internal organs, which greatly reduces the fun.
This professional underground boxer, who was at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, was clearly someone Xue Hua had transferred from elsewhere.
Three crisp clanging sounds in succession.
This person's arm has been modified into a scorpion-tail scythe. Three chilling, folding blades extend from the forearm, as flexible as a scorpion's tail, capable of hooking, locking, and cutting. There is also a high-power activation mode, where the last blade in the three-section structure spins wildly like a motor, shredding everything it touches into dust.
"How could we possibly win! I've already won—I refuse to accept this kind of fight."
The man who had just won a match wanted to leave, but he was no longer in good shape. He had just gone through a fierce battle, and in his fear, there was still meat soup and entrails of the people he had just killed on the ground. His legs were so weak that he slipped on the ground and buried his face in the meat soup, which was filthy.
Xue Hua has changed the format of the competition. Tonight will be a bloody showdown between debtors and professional underground boxers. It has already ignited the enthusiasm of the entire audience. Whether or not there is a commission is another matter. Tonight is no longer about making a profit. The middle and lower-class spectators are all excited and looking forward to it. Even if they don't bet on the horse and don't win money, it will still be worth the ticket price.
"I'm done! I've already paid my debt!"
The man continued crawling down from the ring.
Seeing how disappointing this person was, Xue Hua's face also turned cold. "How much do you think you owe? This is hundreds of thousands! Money is heavier than life itself! Whether you like it or not, people spend most of their lives making money, which means diminishing their own existence and exchanging their very existence for money. The so-called social elites, who win under all kinds of cruel pressure tests, are burdened with huge student loans. It will take decades to pay off their loans and save up this much money. Do you really think it's like playing house, just a fight and it's over? Don't be ridiculous!"
He no longer cared about the rake in this round. Before the dealer even started working, he made a thumbs-down gesture, signaling the professional boxer to kill him.
Heavy footsteps approached, and a wave of intense despair washed over them. Instinctively, they tried to resist, but were easily kicked to the ground by a professional boxer.
Next, the three-stage scorpion tail scythe pressed against his waist, activated at high power, and suddenly began to spin. The engine noise and the splattering blood were like a broken-down vehicle speeding through a muddy pit of flesh and bone.
Inside the VIP box.
"Yun Zhao—you must remember what I said."
Lu Tiansheng didn't care about what was happening on the field. On the contrary, Xue Hua's fawning made him feel a little uncomfortable. He just played with his phone, paying attention to the latest policy draft of the Cangzhou government and the stock market fluctuations.
Equality is like foam floating on a muddy stream; it looks crystal clear, but if you reach in and scoop it up, you'll find it's all mud and sand at the bottom.
All people are adrift in this turbid current. Some stand on the crest of the wave by stepping on the heads of others, while others are pressed to the bottom and gnaw on the mud. The so-called crossing together is nothing but empty talk.
Lu Yunzhao pressed one hand to his head and clenched his fist tightly with the other.
Blood even splattered onto the one-way glass of the private booth, but was quickly wiped away by a water-repellent device.
Is that really the case? Adults are adults, and petty people are petty people. Petty people can call adults "bastards" at will, but adults cannot do that.
Because this made them realize the undeniable truth: this is the truth behind the so-called discrimination based on social class, wealth, and race in the makeshift hospitals.
The makeshift hospitals require minimal security management costs.
"A long time ago, more than two hundred years ago, I was also in school."
I have a classmate whose family is of modest means. His family traveled a long way to visit him at school, but he was afraid of losing face and worried that his classmates would discover his family's difficult circumstances, so he refused to meet them.
Later, when the news spread, he was ostracized by everyone, which was against the mainstream ideology.
I agree with him, because he didn't get caught up in any narrative, and even foresaw the fact that people are divided into different classes earlier than I did. This is the right path. It's meaningless to lick each other's wounds based on morality and class affiliation like stray dogs in a garbage dump. He abandoned illusions, saw the real world, and took another step closer to the truth.
Lu Tiansheng checked the weight of the human essence with Leizhou again to see if there was any shortage or lack of stock, but everything matched.
"Uncle—I don't want to be—the so-called successor anymore."
Lu Yunzhao suddenly realized that since it was him who said not to get caught up in any narrative, he would not participate in the factional struggles within the family, nor would he take the Longevity Pill.
Love-struck players start ranking up.
Lu Tiansheng finally turned off his phone screen. The usually calm and collected man was now somewhat angry. He had been working as a spy, doing the most dangerous things and appeasing people from all sides for over a hundred years, all in order to wait for this opportunity to become the leader of his own faction and family.
"Watch your words. If I hear anything like that again, the consequences will be severe. My sister is still very young; she needs to think about you and your father."
Lu Tiansheng said calmly, "So those who marry into the family are indeed unreliable. We can wait ten or twenty years."
"It was my fault, Uncle. I won't mention it again."
Lu Yunzhao swallowed hard, then turned serious and watched the bloody spectacle unfold.
At this very moment, in the back room of a debtor.
One debtor after another was pushed to the front to die, each having to challenge three professional boxers in a row, each stronger than the last.
Only in the first round do people raise their bets on the horse race. In the second round, very few people bet on an upset. It's just a pure slaughter game.
Although filming is strictly prohibited inside casinos and the consequences of being caught are severe, some daring thugs still use old-fashioned pinhole cameras with poor image quality to evade inspection. The videos they take can then be sold on the dark web.
The atmosphere in the break room was one of despair. Faced with a hopeless battle, it was nothing short of a massacre. The debtors tried to escape, but the Spider Gang members were all armed with stun guns. One of them was electrocuted on the spot, and no one dared to run anymore.
The atmosphere was extremely oppressive. The sound of the gang members' boots echoed throughout the space, each step weighing heavily on their hearts. They were afraid to even breathe, lest they shatter the last vestiges of hope, and they conserved their strength in anticipation of a miracle.
Fu Jianzhou, who was editing the newsletter, still hadn't come up with a single word.
One debtor after another was called out by name, like the King of Hell calling roll. The sound was more desolate than the guillotine. The flesh and blood on the arena were swept away again and again.
On the other hand, Wang Qing was even chatting and laughing with the man smoking a cigar.
"You're next. After you, it'll be someone named Fu Jianzhou."
Because Wang Qing is of good quality, a young man from a poor family, and definitely a high-class item, he is ranked relatively low.
The man with the cigar looked at the schedule; real names couldn't be used in the ring.
"It's not the Wolf King, it's the Male King."
"I can't change it, bro! The schedule has already been sent to our VIP clients. Our boss cares a lot about VIPs, so I really can't change it."
No, what exactly is your obsession? "Cangnan" is not a good word; it's used to describe the sleazy, low-class men in the state.
Wang Qing lowered his voice.
"Didn't you ever think about being the boss?"
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