The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

His shoulders suddenly felt heavy, and the sharp fangs were pressing against his neck, separated by a thin layer of flesh. If he applied more force, it would puncture his blood vessels.

In a panic, You Mu's fingertips groped for the small dagger hidden in the gap between his trouser legs, but his arms were crushed by gravity and he struggled desperately.

As if he had foreseen the tragic scene, his eyelashes trembled, and his empty pupils reflected the dazzling lights above his head.

You Mu couldn't see it, nor did he feel it was irritating at all, but tears just flowed down the corners of his eyes...

Tears fell into his hair and were licked by the rough tongue. The beast sniffed, and the throat was still threatening and whimpering, but it did not pierce his throat, but instead used its tongue covered with barbs to scrape You Mu's cheeks.

"Yeah, not dead?"

"This Wild Wolf King wasn't like this before, was he?"

"Oh my, even a beast knows how to be gentle with a woman?"

In the audience seats, a bloody scene could be seen, and everyone felt a little uncomfortable.

On the fifth-floor observation deck above the Colosseum, a man standing in a private room raised his foot to extinguish a cigarette butt he had thrown away, looking down at the situation below.

His gaze shifted from the glittering teardrop to the beast, and as if he remembered something, he frowned and angrily shouted:

"You are useless, get back here!"

The sound was lost in the crowd, but was picked up by the huge black wolf's ears.

The beast raised its head and shook its ears. It kept growling and slapping the ground with its tail, raising clouds of dust. It looked very unhappy, but it raised its paws and slowly backed away, gradually retreating back into the cage that held it.

"Has this wolf changed its nature?"

"Maybe you're not hungry yet?"

"Can that little beauty survive? I want to buy him." Someone rubbed his hands.

"I'll offer 100,000 chips, but I don't know if it's enough..."

Amid the noise of the crowd, You Mu propped himself up and stroked his neck which was stained with several fang marks. His heartbeat, which was like thunder in his ears, slowed down a bit.

At the same time, the shouting in the audience became louder.

The person who announced the opening came to You Mu at some point, and said in an apologetic voice:

"Sorry, everyone. The city lord has ordered that the unexpected situation in this competition will not be counted as part of the rules. This death row prisoner still needs to be taken to the lower level. I will return double the chips to you later! Please forgive me!"

After saying this, the man dragged You Mu away quickly from one side and walked away from the Colosseum amid the displeasure and questioning of the spectators.

Walking in the long and narrow corridor leading to the elevator of the underground prison, with the help of the dim old light bulbs, Vidi turned his head to look at the prisoner. Looking at the jade-like face, he couldn't help but sigh.

It's not just those bastards from outside. If the warden hadn't ordered him to do so, he would also want to buy the person back.

The third-floor cell was not a good place to be. I didn’t know how this man had offended the warden. He had clearly escaped from the beast’s mouth, but was unexpectedly brought back.

Your life is really hanging by a thread!

The words in my heart fell to my lips and turned into a few sighs.

Weidi guided the man to the elevator. In the enclosed environment, his heart itched and he couldn't help but strike up a conversation: "Hey, poor little thing, what did you do to be exiled here?"

You Mu remembered the voice carefully with a hint of sarcasm. He didn't want to answer it, but then he thought that maybe he could get some information from the other party.

"...I don't know. I forgot."

"Huh? You're really interesting." Weidi naturally didn't believe it and thought that the man didn't want to say it.

Those who were sent to Tumi City by the federal guards were all extremely vicious. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of crime the person with this face had committed that was hated by heaven and man.

...Oh, maybe he was framed? Who knows?

Vidi imagined a dramatic story about the other person in his mind.

"Where...is this place?" After a while, seeing that the other party was no longer talking, You Mu took the initiative to ask.

"You... don't know?" The tragic stories in his mind were interrupted. Vidi turned around and looked at the man carefully.

His eyes were indeed blind, and those grey pupils had no movement or light at all.

Tsk, so pitiful, like a little lamb that has strayed into a pack of wolves.

With some rare compassion, Vidi mercifully explained, regardless of whether the other party was pretending or not.

"This is Tumi City. As you can see, it is a chaotic place without any jurisdiction. Of course, this name is a bit euphemistic. Or, you can call it Laswell..."

This city, which was originally a prison, houses nothing more than homeless thieves and fugitive suspects, or prisoners detained in the lower levels.

The no-man's land has always been an area rife with darkness.

Before the Federation was established, Laswell was an independent district used by member states of the Federation to detain prisoners. However, later, the death row prisoners rebelled, became independent kings, and continued to expand District 19, turning it into a city full of violence and blood.

After the member states were incorporated into the Federation, they lost control of District 19. Tumi City became independent and gradually developed a certain trading model with the Federation through violence and conflict.

Generally speaking, those prisoners who refuse to be trained, or those who are about to be shot but whose death row is not enough to punish their evil deeds, will be handed over to Tumi City and its prisons for "discipline", regardless of life or death.

"Violence and authority are always inseparable. There have been many mayors here, and the current one is the longest-serving one. Oh, by the way, you may meet the warden later, or you can call him the mayor, if you are still alive..."

The voices became lower and lower. The elevator landed, a bell rang, and You Mu was pushed out of the elevator, dragging the chain on his ankle, with an unknown way forward.

"Keep going forward."

The sound of the gun barrel hitting metal seemed to be the guard's warning.

With his hands folded, the shackles were a bit of a hindrance. Holding the dagger hidden in his sleeve tightly, You Mu walked forward slowly based on the direction.

"jingle."

"Dang Cang."

The chain was a bit of a hindrance, and even if I tried to go faster, I would be hindered.

The road seemed particularly long. It was quiet on both sides, without even the sound of wind. You Mu only felt that he had been walking for a long time.

Finally, the toes touched an obstacle, which should be a door.

The hinge moves and the door opens.

You Mu listened attentively. It was silent, but the barely perceptible sound of breathing was audible.

There is someone in the room.

No one spoke, so he just stood at the door without moving.

This seems to be a silent psychological game, with no known cause and no winning outcome.

Finally, the person who couldn't bear it any longer stood up, his leather shoes clattering against the ground, and he came over with a bit of inexplicable anger.

The man's chin was lifted up by being pinched hard, and his breath came out along with his words.

"You're a very brave new death row inmate. Do you still want me to invite you over?"

He was staggered into the room, and in the confusion of his position, his shoulders were held and he was pushed against the wall.

"You are lucky. Unfortunately, those who fall into Aswell will not always be lucky."

The words still fell on his face, very close, at least much closer than the distance between him and the person who brought him in the stairwell.

The corner of his eye was touched, and even though he couldn't see it, the discomfort made You Mu's eyelashes tremble a few times.

"Are you blind?" The man seemed to be asking, but he didn't need You Mu to answer. Then, he said in a cold voice: "Ha! It's good to be blind. Aswell is happy to take in blind people."

The tone of voice seemed familiar. Moreover, the man's voice was also familiar, but You Mu couldn't remember the past. He avoided the hand pressing on his eyes and asked, "You... know me?"