courier in movie world

Chapter 778 You want to kill me

small room.

A group of bare-chested brawny men crowded into the not-so-spacious room.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat and hormones, and in some dark corners there were even men and women rolling together. Facing the huge oppressive force, fear made people lose their minds.

Some have even given up and just want to have fun in their last days.

But it is a pity that most of the people here are slaves, and they do not even have the right to choose death.

But there are also a small group of people who were excellent fighters before they became slaves, and after being captured, they were thrown into the arena, and a dozen fights completely inspired their inner beasts.

In the face of the upcoming battle, under their seemingly calm appearance, there is almost a murderous intent buried!
Gathered in twos and threes, some relaxed each other's muscles, and some exchanged strategies and coordination skills in a low voice.

In the entire room, there was no one around a person, and everyone left a lot of space for him, and those who got closer even lowered their voices involuntarily.

The eyes of that lion-like man were closed. He was bare-chested and sat cross-legged on the ground. There seemed to be a volcano buried under his majestic body.

It was Maca.

In the gladiatorial arena of Argos, he is the most powerful one except for the long-renowned Achilles.

Since entering the arena a year ago, he has gone through 32 battles.

Not a single failure.

It can be said that in the hearts of the people of Argos, but the one who has the most hope of defeating Achilles.

"Have you heard that Marca will play with us?"

"what happened?"

"Isn't he going to fight Aleuris alone as a challenger?"

Someone whispered.

"do not know."

"I heard that Marca was replaced by someone else, a tall and strong Oriental."

"Oriental?"

Someone sneered.

"Which country can still breed warriors?"

"They are all businessmen who are as treacherous as ghosts!"

"This is real."

"I heard that Lord Draco personally gave him armor last night."

Speaking of which, the man suddenly lowered his voice, and his tone became ambiguous.

"I also heard that the Oriental slept with Lovelin last night!"

"real or fake?"

"Isn't Laughlin a woman of Maca?"

someone exclaimed.

"Pooh!"

"Fart Maca's woman!"

"Lovline is the slave of Duo Lun's supervisor. She is a vase with an owner. Duo Lun is her master. She will accompany whoever the master orders her to accompany."

"Ha ha!"

"It doesn't matter how many there are, whether they are people or not."

"She has to..."

"what……!"

The man was muttering softly, when suddenly a huge force came from behind, a rough hand grasped his head, swung him up, and slammed him hard against the wall.

Click!

There was a crisp bone cracking sound, and the man wailed, and only then did he see clearly the lion-like man behind him.

"To shut up!"

"Let me hear such words again, and I will kill you!"

Maca growled.

When Mo Sen walked into the small room, he saw this scene.

He looked around with his eyes, taking in all the people in the room.

"it is as expected."

If it was just one or two, Mo Sen would still think it was a coincidence, but if the group of people in front of him were placed at another time, everyone might be a little superman.

Mo Sen made a comparison. The weakest one among them was comparable in physical fitness to the strengthened Steve.

"What kind of world is this?"

"Hulk walks all over the place, Captain America is not as good as a dog?"

Mohsen curled his lips.

Isn't there guys like Thor all over the place?
Mo Sen's arrival broke the atmosphere in the room. Maka let go of his hand and let him fall to the ground.

"roll!"

"It's best not to let me see you on the field!"

Maca said coldly.

Here, he didn't dare to kill people with his own hands. The slaves are not people, but just a piece of goods. Their lives don't belong to themselves, but to their masters.

If Maca wants to kill the other party.

can.

He needs money to buy the other party's life.

"Black hair, black pupils."

"This is the oriental man!"

There was a lot of discussion.

Many people stopped what they were doing and looked at Mo Sen unscrupulously.

"It looks very strong, but I don't know how it will fight in real life."

"He looks very handsome."

"I can hit ten of such little faces!"

Facing Mo Sen, their scruples were much less, and they did not suppress their voices, talking loudly.

"Look at the equipment on him."

"Tsk tsk, it looks really beautiful."

"Just like his face."

Someone sneered.

Everyone obviously saw that the armor on Mo Sen's body was flashy, and their evaluation of him was even lower now.

"What did he think he was going to do? To perform at a banquet?"

"I bet he can't even catch a move from Achilles."

"I heard that Achilles likes to eat handsome men the most, and even before eating them, he will use them as waste."

"You mean..."

A group of people laughed together, and then stared at a certain part of Mo Sen's body maliciously.

The atmosphere before the war was too depressing, and they needed a little tonic to relax themselves.

There is no better fit here than the new face of Mawson.

Maka did not join in the ridicule of Mo Sen, he sat back to his original place, stared at Mo Sen with eyes full of hatred, he raised his hand, and cut his throat on his neck.

"Oriental, you are dead!"

"Treasure the last four hours of your life!"

Mo Sen smiled, turning a deaf ear to the voices around him. He walked up to Maka and sat cross-legged like him.

"Is that why you want to kill me?"

Mawson stared into Marca's eyes.

"Why not do it now?"

Maca was furious.

"you wanna die!"

He clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his arms bulged, and his knuckles creaked, but even so, Maka still didn't make any drastic movements.

He took a deep breath.

"You're provoking me, I won't be fooled."

Mawson smiled.

"I'm sitting here, but you dare not move..."

"Hey……"

"You are pitiful."

At this moment, the big man who had just been smashed against the wall by Maca seemed to want to please Maca, and he leaned over with his teeth bared.

"Boss Maka, don't pay attention to him. This little boy's skills are all in his mouth. After entering the arena for a while, he will know that in some places, relying on oral sex is useless!"

The big man grinned grimly and looked at Mo Sen with a fierce look on his face.

"You want to kill me?"

Mawson said suddenly.

The big man was slightly taken aback, but before he could answer, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and his neck was already pinched by a big hand like iron tongs.

The next second, an irresistible force hit him, the bluestone ground quickly approached, and he watched helplessly as his face hit the ground!
Click!

This time, what he broke was no longer his arm and shoulder, but his entire head!

Muddy brain matter burst out from the wound.

Py!
Mo Sen held the opponent's head and rubbed it vigorously on the ground, and the blood dragged a shocking trace on the ground.

Mo Sen kept smiling throughout the whole process. He sat cross-legged and quietly looked at Maca opposite him.

For a moment, the whole room was silent!
　Thank you book friends for your irregular monthly ticket support... Then 777 was blocked, wait for me to modify it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)