C697 Pheasant!
C697 Pheasant!
The rest of the girls were trembling as they hugged each other. Their faces were filled with fear as they watched this proud and arrogant girl kneel on the ground, trying to curry favor with the filthy Shabach.
"Hehe!"
In the dimly lit prison, the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of Shabach laughing and gasping for breath. There were also some indescribable contents that made people blush.
In this prison, Shabach was the absolute emperor, and he had the power to dictate the fates of everyone present.
A year ago, Shabach was just a wretched little hoodlum in the North Sea who was bullied all day and no one thought highly of him.
He, whose face was covered in pockmarks, had never thought that he would be chosen by the Heavenly Dragon People, and obtain the fruit that would change his fate — the Pet Fruit!
The previous owner, Breed!
Destiny had caused him to suffer disdain and bullying for the rest of his life, and thus, his fate for the rest of his life began to become completely different.
He, who served the Draconians, was always able to get what he wanted. Very soon, he was chosen by the powerful Dolma Saint and became his personal servant.
He did try his best, and everything was done to the satisfaction of Dolma.
In this way, he gradually became Dolma's right-hand man, and his status also increased.
The people he had to look up to before now lined up to lick him. There were both men and women among them, and the number of women he had played with before was innumerable.
But Shabak had never forgotten who had given him everything. Thus, he had never had any thoughts of betraying Dor-ma. He was loyal and unwavering.
It was because of this that he had become the longest-standing henchman by the side of the holy Dolma.
A capable and loyal servant, it was unlikely that any master would easily abandon him.
Four days later, in the Beast Battling Arena!
"Welcome, my lords, to my bloody colosseum. Yes, a new member of our colosseum has arrived today, and he is a very capable fighter. I have to put in a lot of effort to tame him!"
"Before this, he had already created ten new records of the Beast Battling Arena. He had broken the record of the Beast Battling Arena, and he had become the fastest slave to the new King of Beasts in the entire history of the colosseum!"
A lean man in a gentleman's suit and tie was standing on the stage as he started the conversation with a loud and clear voice.
"Charlie, stop bullshitting. Hurry up and start. My blood is already starting to boil. It's such a habit for me to not smell blood all day!"
A potbellied official interrupted Charlie's thoughts and urged him to start!
"Right, hurry up and begin. I can't wait any longer!"
"Let me see how powerful the new slaves are!"
"Only blood can calm me down!"
"Bloody battles are the most enjoyable!"
The crowd shouted without any patience, as if they were hungry wolves. They couldn't wait to eat the meat, and their eyes were filled with a ruthless desire that made people shiver.
"Alright, since everyone is so passionate, then I won't waste any more time. Let us first enjoy the prelude — — The Dance of Blood!"
Charlie pressed down with both hands, announcing the start of the fight. The people who had been clamoring earlier immediately shut their mouths, quietening down.
In this place, almost all of them were nobles, and those without status couldn't enter at all.
Of course, there was not the slightest bit of peace here.
Because the people who came here were either people from the black market or nobles of the world. Although he was dressed like a human, the gloominess in his heart might have exceeded the expectations of an ordinary person.
Of course, the majority of the people here were all arms dealers. All of them had close dealings with the aristocrats of the world.