Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 47 "Perfect Evolution" ([-]-word chapter)
The turbid air is mixed with no less than dozens of smells, all kinds of food, drinks, sweat... and the hormones emitted by the excited shouts of men and women wearing masks.

These masked men and women sat on the seats, and the seats formed a circle, forming a huge circle. The center of the circle was not an altar, but a huge cylindrical iron cage, and inside the iron cage was a circular arena. There is a movable floor at each end, and on the raised floor are two slightly smaller cages.

The steel bars that make up the iron cage are as thick as a baby's arm, and there are also iron wires with spikes like steel thorns wrapped around it. Instead of the silvery white color of steel, it is the scorched black of blood stains. It is hard to tell. Is it because the blood spattered by the creatures in the cage is the same color, or is it because of the high-voltage current attached to the iron cage.

Even with such tight defenses, there are still several heavily armed "security guards" around the iron cage, and there is even an eleven-tube Gatling beside it!
Such a solid defense still needs to be equipped with this level of firepower. What will appear in this arena?
"Look, those people."

The upper floor, the largest one, occupies the position with the best view. In the exclusive box of the owner here, all kinds of precious furs are spread on the floor as a carpet, and the man sitting on the sofa is holding a glass of unnamed red wine in his hand. Shaking slightly, his eyes scanned the crowd below, his tone full of pride and showing off.

"They dress expensively. In the past, they were social elites in various fields, with good wealth and status, but now they come here together, wear masks to hide their identities, and look forward to the next stage. The fight between wild beasts... because no matter how gentle and gentle people are on the outside, there is a beast in their hearts, but they usually don't show it, so when I give them this opportunity...they will be willing to spend a lot of money for it."

"I'm not interested in how you make money." A man wearing a mask said, "Finish what I told you."

"...We can actually work together," the man said.

"I said, we're not interested." The masked man said coldly, the temperature in the whole room seemed to drop several degrees in an instant, and the few bodyguards on the side wanted to draw their guns, but they all twitched in an instant fell to the ground.

"I didn't mean that!" the man said quickly.

"You can try it too." The masked man's tone was still flat, but the position of his eyes was already breathtakingly golden pupils!
"I will do what you told me to do!" The man immediately expressed his opinion, all the previous pride was gone, even though he could be said to be the local emperor here, he would definitely not be able to provoke the people in front of him!

……

"I've already left."

In the back seat of the vehicle, the masked person said to the person on the phone: "He still wants to get in touch with us, and keeps telling me how much money he can make in that place."

"Oh...it's just a frog in a well," said the man on the phone. "How would he know that the research and development cost of the thing we asked him to inject into that person has far exceeded all his assets? Great ideals are doomed It's not going to be understood by them, we just have to do our own thing."

"Yes, professor," said the masked man, and then hesitated, "but..."

"What are you hesitating about?" asked the man known as "Professor".

"However, our research has only achieved phased results. Is it really good to be exposed to the vision of those organizations so early?" the masked man asked, "And this place is very close to the border of Huaguo, in case the experiment The body flowed past..."

"Otherwise, why do you think I set the location there? Only through actual combat can the effectiveness be tested, and if you want to make progress, you must face challenges!" The "Professor" said impassionedly, "What is the effect of the research results at this stage? The official mixed race organizations of Thailand and Hua will give us the answer! I am curious how much they have to pay for this... for perfect evolution!"

"For perfect evolution!" The masked man looked frantically.

……

"Damn it, drag them out!" Chris, the boss of the life-and-death arena, who was too scared by the masked man to resist and let him go, threw the cup on the ground angrily, "A bunch of useless things! "

No one dared to provoke Chris, who was in a rage, here he was like an emperor, controlling the power of life and death, although he was so humble in front of the masked man that he wanted to kneel down and lick his feet...but he was rejected.

"Where are the Bassoons?" Chris asked.

"In the lounge." A subordinate replied.

"Take me there!"

The lounge is very simple, compared to the inside of the box, there is a sky and an underground, with only one stool. The man is sitting on the stool, holding a photo in his hand, and gently stroking it.

The man's hair is messy and grows to his shoulders. It looks like it hasn't been washed for a long time. There are three sharp scars on his face, which were left by his opponent in the last match. As for now... the man can sit here, just The fate of that opponent has already been explained.

If you die, you will die, the man thought, people who come here, if they want to stay alive, they must kill people. At first, the man was not used to it, but after so many battles, the man has already hardened his heart.

Because he doesn't want to die yet.

He still wants to go back alive and bring enough money so that he can cure her illness...

The sound of the door being pushed open sounded, and the man put away the photo in an instant, but it was still seen by Chris.

"Haha, Bassong! My brother!" Chris walked in with a big smile, "Are you still looking at your fiancée? Don't worry, this is the last match. As long as you win, you can take you You can enjoy all the bonuses you want, whether it’s treating a disease or getting a new one!”

"Songpa." Bassong whispered, looking at him, "don't say such things."

"...you all go out." Chris's smile disappeared, and he scolded the others, and after everyone had gone out, he smiled again, "I told you not to call me Sompa anymore, I've already known the name of that rotten street." No need, now my name is Chris, Hardy Chris!"

"Whatever you want," Bassong was not interested in this matter, "I can leave after this game?"

"Of course! You are my brother! How could I lie to you about this kind of thing?" Chris laughed and blinked, "However, just to be on the safe side, I brought you something good .”

"What?" Bassong frowned.

"A stimulant that can make you stronger!" Chris took out a delicate box from his chest, opened it, and inside was an injection, which contained an orange-yellow clear liquid.

"I don't need this." Basong shook his head.

"No, you have to fight," Chris said, "this fight is yours! Never before! A lot of people think you can't win, but I believe in you! I bet all my money on you to win above!"

"All?" Basong's eyes sharpened.

"Don't worry, I have confidence in you to win," Chris said, "It's just that if you are willing to inject this stimulant to make the situation a little more secure..."

"It can't be some kind of poison." Basong was a little skeptical.

"How is it possible!" Chris shook his head with a sincere face, "Of course not! You and I are brothers, we came from the same village! If it weren't for me, would you have such a chance? We have been playing since we were young! What? Maybe trying to kill you?"

Maybe he really believed it, or maybe there is no other way to go... In short, Bassong finally accepted that strange injection.

A scorching feeling spread from the injection site, Bassong's spirit was shocked instantly, his muscles tensed up, he felt that he had never experienced such a good feeling before!
"Haha! Look, you must believe me!" Hardy Chris said quickly when he saw this, he was secretly relieved, thinking that the masked man really didn't lie to him.

……

"Have you read the materials?" Sister Tang said.

"It's over," Mo Qiuran said, "Basong Chacan, a Thai, was sold into the arena, Yanling Bronze Throne, the ability is to strengthen oneself in a very short period of time, bones, skin and muscles vary in degree The ground enhancement can block bullets with the body at close range, and the explosive power and durability of the muscles have been greatly improved. The reason for the degeneration is suspected to be the excessive use of the word spirit in the arena. The audience then ran away...but the boss survived."

"Is there a problem here?" Tang Zi asked, obviously not in doubt but in the tone of the school exam.

"According to reason, shouldn't those who are sold into the arena hate the boss of the arena?" Mo Qiuran shrugged and flipped through the information, "It's just subconsciously thinking it's weird, put yourself in my shoes I will definitely kill the boss first... This information should be incomplete, and there may even be some fabricated fake news in it."

"That's right. To learn to have reasonable doubts about intelligence, blindly trusting it is not advisable, let alone this kind of transnational intelligence." Tang Zi nodded.

"I think there must be a lot of things hidden in this boss," Mo Qiuran said, "He is obviously a Thai, but he took a Western name, and he still has the strength to hold this kind of mixed race duel, but the arena is not banned? Is this kind of thing allowed to exist legally in Thailand?"

"Of course it is illegal. The existence of the dragon race should be concealed is the common understanding of most mixed races in the world. Once someone leaks the consequences, they will attack them in groups. As for the existence of this mixed race arena... it can be found everywhere Corrupt officials, such things as bribery and bribery are very common, and enough interests can accomplish a lot of things," Tang Zi said, "but you are right, that Songpa can be properly investigated."

"It's interesting to say that the audience who go to this arena are all ordinary people," Mo Qiuran sighed, "Is it because of curiosity about mixed races? Or jealousy? Or simply treat them as beasts?"

"The world is big, and there are all kinds of people," Tang Zi said, "Are you ready?"

"Of course not!" Mo Qiuran shook his head decisively.

"Huh?" Tang Zi raised her eyebrows.

"I don't have a passport yet! Who knew that you would take me abroad, Sister Tang? Also, I only took one day off!" Mo Qiuran's face collapsed, "I'm a good student who loves to study!"

"What do you mean by "good students who love to study" mean skipping class and fighting yesterday?" Tang Zi asked.

"Stop, I have to correct one thing," Mo Qiuran said righteously, "I'm not skipping class, I have asked for leave!"

"Well, but fighting is not a good boy." Tang Zi nodded perfunctorily.

"Then do you want to arrange for someone to go to my teacher to ask for leave?" Mo Qiuran finally showed his fox tail, "It's the kind on TV who wears a leather trench coat and sunglasses, and just walks into the classroom and says sorry to bother you I'm in class but I'm here to ask Mo Qiuran for leave because he's serving the country!"

"...Okay, when you are in class someday, I will find someone to arrange for you, and I will change the wording, and say I am sorry to disturb your class, but if you don't come, Mo Qiuran, the country will suffer a huge loss .” Tang Zi would say after being silent.

"Forget it, I'm afraid of death." Mo Qiuran resolutely refused.

"I really didn't see it, you still have this concern?" Tang Zi raised his eyebrows.

"I'm thin-skinned, okay?" Mo Qiuran said coyly.

"It seems that no one dares to say that they are thick-skinned." Tang Zi sneered.

"Ahem... so how do we go?" Seeing that Mo Qiuran couldn't say it, he quickly changed the subject.

"The car that picked us up is already on the way. We can just go straight later. The special plane is expected to arrive in Thailand in the afternoon."

Tang Zi was never ambiguous when it came to serious matters, and answered all of what Mo Qiuran said before, whether it was a joke or a serious question: "I asked for a temporary identity for you, and the passport was approved in seconds. This time it is transnational law enforcement, but In fact, there is not much difference, because the dead waiter after the fall will only be more and more eager for flesh and blood under the drive of the last bit of human genes in his body. The place where the accident happened is not far from the border, and the people are likely to be in danger. Protect our people, don't worry about asking for leave, just go back on the same day, and I promise not to delay your class."

"Sister Tang is domineering!" Mo Qiuran bowed.

"You take action this time," Tang Zi said softly, "Kill him, there is not much time, I can't teach you too much, but at least, I can give you a chance to adapt to what happens after killing him Feeling... give you a suggestion, just treat that kind of thing as a monster."

"Sister Tang, are you so confident in me?" Mo Qiuran scratched his head and asked, "What if I can't beat you?"

"You don't have to go to Kassel if you can't beat it. Stay here and work for me. At least you don't have to die in a foreign country and no one will collect your body." Tang Zi said coldly.

"Haha...then I'm sure I can beat it!" Mo Qiuran could only laugh for a while.

　This is an excessive chapter, so it will not be developed separately... That's right, this perfect evolutionary organization is also the original of the sleeping machine!Whoa quack quack!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)