Chapter 315 Angry Lion

The Colosseum, after a round of wandering in the city, Ye Fan and Feng Xing came here.

On the high platform, Ye Fan stopped and watched the battle in the arena, not paying much attention, just holding a teacup.

Feng Xing on the side seemed a little attentive, with a smile on his face.

"Lord God, I have a list of the titled thugs in Bishan City here. See who is interested, and I will ask someone to arrange a match."

"No hurry." Ye Fan replied, just waving his hand.

In the human land, ordinary people account for the vast majority, warriors and beast masters are a drop in the bucket, and as cultivators, naturally few people would choose to do mediocre work again, which is somewhat incompatible with the lives of ordinary people.

But even for cultivators, three meals a day, food and clothing, and the sky-high expenses of cultivation all require money, which has prompted the Colosseum, a place for cultivators to make money.

Although it is a bit cheap, isn't that how to make money. When Ye Fan and his friends were just starting out, they also fought in the bounty match in the duel arena in Pingcheng.

"But you can't become a strong man in the arena."

Thinking of something, Ye Fan said, but his eyes were searching the arena, as if looking for something.

Soon, Ye Fan's eyes locked on a burly man in the fight seat at the side of the arena. The man looked a little different from the others. He had a strong back and strong waist, but there was a sharp horn on his forehead, and his hair was blown out, like the sideburns of a lion.

"Let's pick him." Seeing this man, Ye Fan raised his hand, "The second one from the left."

"Let me see." Feng Xing answered, searching with his eyes, and nodded when he saw the man, "God has a good eye, this is the ace fighter in the Bishan Colosseum, named Angry Lion, it is said that he has some kind of blood of a relic, and his strength is extremely strong. There are almost no beast masters in the gold stage who can beat him. At the same level, he has never lost to other warriors or beast masters."

"Yeah." Hearing this, Ye Fan just nodded, twisted his neck for a few seconds, and then suddenly said, "Arrange it, I want to fight him."

"God wants to fight him?" Feng Xing was shocked by Ye Fan's words, and subconsciously said: "The Angry Lion is a gold nine-star..."

"I am also gold, I can fight." Ye Fan just said one sentence, stood up and walked towards the stands.

This made Feng Xing in the stands hesitate, but after a while, he still stood up and hurriedly walked towards the backstage.

"That God of Heaven wants to fight with the Angry Lion?" In the backstage, the manager was a little frightened when he heard the city lord's words.

"I dare not do that. God of Heaven is moody, and he is investigating right now. If he is injured by the Angry Lion or loses face, he will cause trouble to the family."

"No, no, the family asked me to manage the Colosseum, and I can't bring disaster to the family."

The manager shook his head like a rattle, and Feng Xing was a little helpless. He had no direct jurisdiction over these family businesses, and he couldn't force them to do anything.

"Arrange a fight, and let the Angry Lion deliberately lose to God of Heaven." After a pause, Feng Xing spoke.

"This..." Hearing this, the manager hesitated, "That angry lion, I'm afraid he won't listen. He's not a thug signed by the Colosseum, we have no right to order him."

"Just give him some benefits." Feng Xing replied, taking out a card from his pocket, "He became a thug just to make money to treat his sister. There are 10 million in the card. Let him lose one game, it's more than he wins 20 games."

"But fake fights are strictly prohibited in the Colosseum..." The manager was still hesitating, but Feng Xing stuffed the card into his hand directly, "God has brought 20,000 troops to stop outside Bishan City. If he is unhappy at this time, we will all be in trouble."

"Don't shirk it, saying fake fights or something, which family that runs a Colosseum doesn't have fake fights, are you so noble that you haven't fought a single game?"

This made the manager a little choked. He hesitated for a few seconds, looked at the card in his hand, and finally nodded.

"Then I'll try."

...

In the rest room for thugs, Nushi seemed a little depressed. He sat alone in front of his rest cabinet and threw his towel aside.

Nushi didn't answer, but just snorted.

The man didn't care. He had been in the Colosseum for several years and was familiar with Nushi. He knew that he was a man of few words.

"If you ask me, you might as well sign a contract with the Colosseum. At least there is a fixed number of games every month." Sitting next to Nushi, the man said, "Although you are not so free, you earn a lot. Look at you now. Even if the commission for a game is over a million, the number of times is not fixed. Sometimes you can't play a few games a month."

"I need freedom. I signed a contract with the Colosseum. I have to stay in the Colosseum every month during the contract period." Nushi shook his head, "I have to take my sister to Kyoto for medical treatment in a while."

"Go to the doctor again." Hearing this, the man paused slightly and wanted to say something, but he didn't continue.

He knew the situation of Nushi's family. He had a sister who grew up in an orphanage with him. A few years ago, she got some strange disease and was always stupid. Nushi took his sister to see doctors everywhere, but nothing worked after all these years. He spent a lot of money.

"Alas, in this world, most people who value friendship and loyalty don't live a happy life." The big man sighed, fumbled around, and took out a card from his pocket, "Nushi, here is the bounty I earned this month, about a few hundred thousand, just consider it a token of my appreciation."

"I can't take your money." Nushi shook his head, "You have a big family to support."

"Take it, I'm also a title-level fighter, how hard can it be to make some money." The man pushed it to Nushi forcefully, "At most, I can fight a few more games."

"This." Nushi was a little embarrassed, and just when he didn't know how to refuse, suddenly, the door of the fighter room was pushed open, and a man holding a whip who looked like a supervisor of a landlord's family walked in.

This is the manager in charge of these fighters. In the past, he decided how many times and when the fighters played.

When he came in, many fighters stood up, but this time, the manager looked at Nushi in the corner and raised his eyebrows.

"Nushi, it's your turn next."

"It's my turn next?" Hearing this, Nushi seemed to be relieved. He quickly stuffed the man's card back and stood up, "I'll go play now."

"Hey, don't worry." The butler pulled Nushi and smiled, "This game is not an ordinary game. Your opponent is the Minister of the Military Department of Nanchuan."

"Minister of the Military Department?" Nushi paused and asked subconsciously, "Is he very strong?"

"I don't know if he is strong, but his identity is definitely very strong." The butler replied and took out a card, "He personally picked you, this game, you have to accompany him to be happy."

As soon as this sentence came out, Nushi frowned, looked at the card handed over by the butler, and said, "What does this mean?"

"Don't you understand this? Just play casually. See if he is having fun, and let him go." The butler said.

"I don't fight fake fights." Nushi refused, "I'm not a contracted fighter of your Colosseum, why should I listen to you."

"Isn't this beneficial?" The butler didn't seem surprised by Nushi's reaction, just smiled and handed the card again, "Don't you still need to take your sister to see a doctor, you must need money."

"How many fights do you fight in a month, do you make enough money?"

After saying this, Nushi frowned even more tightly, obviously he was a little angry, but he didn't refute anything, paused for a long time, glanced at the big man next to him, and finally, just said in a deep voice, "How much money is in the card?"

"Of course, it's enough for you to fight many fights." The butler replied, but there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Five million, this number, is enough."