Chapter 752 Suggestions

Varro spent about half an hour telling the whole story, including how his wife and best friend tricked him into investing all his money in the linen business in Egypt, and how they tricked him into signing a lottery in a confused way. After signing that fatal contract, he became a slave and was sold to a gladiator school.

Varro didn't close his mouth until other people in the room came back one after another, but he still couldn't help the sadness in his heart and cried loudly on the bed. As a result, Bach and the group of Germans who had been with him came out of the house at this time. Came in.

They seem to have adapted to their current life. Although Bach once felt that Gabi was targeting him, he is not a pure fool. Although his training volume is twice that of others, Gabi has also given him more troubles. A trainer, and those trainers were entrusted by Gaby to not only develop a separate improvement plan for him, but two of them were also willing to teach him their unique skills for free.

Based on the previous conversation between Gabi and Marcus, this is obviously not an act of trying to slip into someone else's shoes, but Gabi has made up her mind to make him the next Sisnates, and for this she will not hesitate to use up the favors she has accumulated over the years.

However, Bach still felt a little dissatisfied. He didn't know what Sisnatus was or what his glorious history was. He was not willing to become the next Sisnatus. He wanted to be Bach, the unique Bach. He Now that you have accepted the fact that you have become a gladiator, the next thing to do is to kill all the opponents in front of you and become a new legend in this arena.

The group of Germanic people seemed to be chatting about some pleasant topic, perhaps the past of their previous hometown, or cutting off the enemy's head in that battle. In short, everyone seemed very happy, but when they walked in Inside the room, an annoying cry was heard.

"What?" one of the Germans asked.

Bach and others burst out laughing when they heard this.

"Give this poor man some space, he just experienced the worst day in his life." Zhang Heng said.

"The worst day in your life?" Bach sneered, walked out of the crowd, and walked up to Zhang Heng, "Let me tell you what a bad day is. When I was nine years old, my father was killed by the Romans. , just because he was fishing by the river, an arrow flying from nowhere was inserted into his eye socket. On the same day, my brother was stabbed through the heart by a spear on the battlefield, and my brother My mother was dragged away in front of me. I still don’t know where they sold her. The whole family was the only one who escaped by hiding under the bed. But I didn’t cry that day because tears would only make people sad. Weakness is a woman's thing, so please tell your friends that we don't mind treating him the same way we treat women if he continues to cry."

The momentum exuded by Bach at this moment was so intimidating that several other people living in the same room couldn't help but shrink to the side. Bach is recognized as the number one person in this generation, the successor of Sisnates People are the focus of Gabby's training, and his violent temper is as famous as his brute strength.

However, what surprised Bach was that the foreign oriental man in front of him did not show any fear on his face after seeing him angry. He still leaned on the wooden pillar and tilted his head to look at him.

"This is not a misfortune competition. Even if you are worse off than him, this is not a reason for you to deprive him of his right to be sad." Zhang Heng said lightly.

As soon as he said these words, the room suddenly became quiet.

All eyes were focused on Zhang Heng and Bach. This was the first time among the newcomers in the same class that someone dared to "provoke" Bach, this Germanic bull.

"Are you determined to stand up for this crybaby?" Bach's face darkened. "Before my fist falls on your face, I strongly suggest that you reconsider your position."

This was not the first day that Bach was unhappy with Varro. This guy was dishonest at the beginning. He called out to Marcus, who was about to leave, and wanted to leave the training ground. In Bach's view, he was just an opportunistic villain. What happened next He didn't train seriously either, and seeing him look so cowardly made people angry, not to mention that he was crying loudly now.

It's hard to imagine that such a weak, cowardly and incompetent person would sleep under the same roof as him. However, because the training has been very tense recently, he has no energy to trouble Varro. Until tonight, Varro was there. He was caught crying on the bed, and the dissatisfaction accumulated in Bach's heart also burst out.

As for Zhang Heng, Bach didn't have much bad feelings or impressions. The oriental man had been very low-key these days, neither lazy nor outstanding. However, Zhang Heng's toughness today surprised him.

"I'm just stating the facts." Zhang Heng shrugged, "Since we are all slaves now, we may have to compete together in the future. Even if we don't want to unite, there is no need to hurt each other."

"Who would compete with that loser? He may not even be able to survive the final test. Maybe Gabi will sell him to the countryside in a few days." Bach sneered.

"Never underestimate a person's potential. The question is when he wakes up." Zhang Heng touched his chin. As he spoke, he glanced at Varo, who turned out to have empty eyes, like a walking corpse.

"So you are going to take care of this shit to the end?"

"Oh, it depends on whether you are willing to accept my suggestion." Zhang Heng said.

Bach stopped talking when he heard this and clenched his fists.

As a result, Zhang Heng spoke again before he made a move, "Wait a moment."

"What, have you changed your mind?"

"No, if we want to fight, I suggest that we go to the training ground to resolve it. The space there is wider, and," Zhang Heng paused, "you can ask your companions to guard the entrance of the training ground to prevent others from entering."

"Why, don't you want to be seen being beaten to pieces?"

"Believe me, this is for your own good." Zhang Heng said, "If you want to do anything else... be the successor of Sisnates."

Bach heard the words but did not answer immediately. He stared at Zhang Heng's eyes and said after a while, "Okay, if you dare to challenge me to a duel, you are smart enough and a man. I agree to your request, and no matter who loses in the future." Whoever wins, I won’t trouble this sissy again, and he won’t have a good life for a few days anyway.”

"Very good, then we've made an agreement." Zhang Heng said.

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