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#270 - Chapter 269: The Death Arena

The sun rose and set, and black gradually became the dominant color of the sky.

After dinner, the prisoners walked towards the same direction, either alone or in groups, towards the location of the deathmatch arena.

The deathmatch arena was located fifty meters underground in Zone Two, covering an area as large as two soccer fields.

In the center was a stage built of black, unknown metal, which gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the direct light. Around the stage were spectator seats that gradually increased in height. This was the complete view of the deathmatch arena.

As time slowly passed, more and more prisoners squeezed into the deathmatch arena through the entrance.

It was now 6:30 in the evening, half an hour before the start of the match, but the front row seats were already full, indicating that the prisoners were also looking forward to tonight's deathmatch.

"Why did so many people come so early this time? In the past, the front row wouldn't be full until fifteen minutes before the start of the match, right?"

"Don't you see who's participating in the deathmatch this time? It's that ordinary-fate person, Ji Mu!"

"I know, what about Ji Mu?"

"Are you really stupid? Why was Ji Mu brought here to participate in the deathmatch? Isn't it because he was close to Li Chenqiu? Now that Li Chenqiu is back, will he ignore Ji Mu?"

"I wonder if Li Chenqiu will come."

"I think that kid has a pretty strong character. He shouldn't sit idly by."

"He has a strong character, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. This is Jia Zhuang's territory. If he dares to save Ji Mu, why didn't he save him last time and hide in the mountains? Isn't that because he was afraid?"

The noisy discussions mixed with the chaotic footsteps, drowning out the huge deathmatch arena.

In the private room at the top of the spectator seats, three men and one woman sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking everything.

Among them, two were fat and thin, namely Cao Ming and Liu Xuan of the Fierce Tiger Society. Being able to sit with them, the identities of the remaining two were obvious.

The owner of the deathmatch arena - Jia Zhuang!

He was a burly middle-aged man with a buzz cut, a cigar in his mouth, casually flipping through his phone.

The owner of Four Seasons Supermarket - Lan Pangyue!

She was a woman with a ponytail and a cold face, supporting her head with one hand, quietly watching the stage, as if thinking about something.

Jia Zhuang muttered in doubt, "Strange, why hasn't this kid come yet?"

Liu Xuan, who was sitting next to him, smiled and said with certainty, "He will come, it's only a matter of time."

Jia Zhuang took a deep puff of his cigar, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "I hope this kid is a little stronger, otherwise it would be too boring to torture him."

Lan Pangyue looked sideways at Jia Zhuang: "Li Chenqiu doesn't have any grudges with you, right? Why are you messing with him? Aren't you afraid of his revenge in the future?"

"It's not easy to encounter a troublemaker, so I have to play with him!" Jia Zhuang said indifferently with a smile: "As for revenge, are you afraid?"

The others smiled and didn't say anything.

They were all people who planned to take root in the prison for the rest of their lives. Who cares about revenge?

The direct management agency of the Heavenly Fate Prison is the Antong Division, which is under the Security Department of the Antong Division. Except for the six major consortia, who dares to reach into the Heavenly Fate Prison?

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On the smooth stone road, Li Chenqiu and his group walked side by side.

Li Chenqiu was carrying a black backpack, holding a somewhat crumpled piece of paper, looking intently at the contents.

Xiang Nanzhi leaned her head over and asked curiously, "What are these densely packed small characters?"

Li Chenqiu glanced at Xiang Nanzhi indifferently: "None of your busi... Hey!"

Before Li Chenqiu could finish speaking, Xiang Nanzhi directly snatched it away.

Li Chenqiu frowned and reached out to grab Xiang Nanzhi: "What are you doing, give it back to me!"

Xiang Nanzhi bumped Li Chenqiu away with her butt: "Don't worry, don't worry, let me take a closer look!"

Zhou Qinshu and Qi Mingyue, who were on the side, also curiously leaned over and looked at the paper full of small characters.

"Liu Xuan, Cao Ming, Lan Pangyue, Jia Zhuang, Lan Yueshan?" Zhou Qinshu scratched his head in confusion: "Aren't these the names of the five great villains?"

Qi Mingyue said uncertainly, "It seems like these are all names."

Li Chenqiu jumped high from behind Xiang Nanzhi and reached out to snatch the list.

Xiang Nanzhi grabbed Li Chenqiu's arm: "Let me take another look, I haven't finished reading it yet!"

Li Chenqiu kicked Xiang Nanzhi away: "What's there to see? Besides the five great villains, who else do you know on this?"

"I..." Xiang Nanzhi was momentarily speechless.

Zhou Qinshu asked curiously: "Brother Li, what are these names for?"

Li Chenqiu folded the list and put it in his pocket: "You'll know later."

The Zone Three dormitory building was not far from the deathmatch arena. The four quickly arrived at the entrance of the deathmatch arena, which was a downward corridor with yellow electric lights hanging above.

The cool night wind blew into the corridor, making a "whooshing" sound. The overall atmosphere was slightly depressing.

As the four walked deeper and deeper, the soil could no longer suppress the flood-like noise. The "buzzing" roar shook the electric lights slightly.

"Is this the deathmatch arena?"

Li Chenqiu took a step out of the corridor, stood in the middle of the spectator seats, and looked around the entire deathmatch arena.

At the same time, countless gazes gathered on Li Chenqiu, and the noise briefly subsided.

"The smell in here is so awful!"

Zhou Qinshu pursed his lips and fanned his nose with his hand.

Since the deathmatch arena was located underground, the air was already relatively stuffy. In addition, most of the prisoners were not very hygienic, so the smell of feet, sweat, armpits, and bad breath were all mixed together, and the smell was naturally more pungent.

Li Chenqiu took out two masks from his pocket and handed them to Zhou Qinshu and Qi Mingyue.

Xiang Nanzhi asked, "Where's my mask?"

"Just hold your breath." Li Chenqiu said perfunctorily, and walked towards the four-seater not far away.

The prisoners near the four-seater saw Li Chenqiu approaching and stood up and moved away, after all, no one wanted to be affected for no reason.

"He came so fresh and tender, doesn't he bring any weapons?"

"I feel like this isn't like saving someone. It's fine if he didn't prepare anything, but he even sits in the spectator seats. Is he here to watch the show?"

"Use your brain. If he's not saving someone, what is he doing here? Even if he doesn't save him, do you think he can leave here safely? Those two from the Fierce Tiger Society are sitting up there!"

The prisoners talked and pointed at Li Chenqiu.

Li Chenqiu turned a deaf ear to these. He scanned the huge deathmatch arena like a tourist, and at the same time exclaimed, "It's so big! This must cost a lot of money!"

Xiang Nanzhi smiled speechlessly: "You're so right, Jia Zhuang is very rich, you should rob him!"

The corner of Li Chenqiu's mouth slightly raised, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, his keen sixth sense suddenly detected several unfriendly gazes.

"Hmm?"

Li Chenqiu gave a slight murmur, and his indifferent gaze crossed over the heads of the prisoners, looking at the private room at the top, his gaze directly meeting the eyes of the four great villains.