Chapter 51: Gladiator Black Thunder
"Hey, isn't this Master Du Luo? You blind guys, didn't you see Master Du Luo coming? Hurry up and bring a chair to Master Du Luo."
Sha Lan looked with interest at the thin and short middle-aged man in front of him who was wearing gold and silver and looked like a nouveau riche, but he didn't say much. He just stood behind Du Luo like a bodyguard. This was something he and Du Luo had agreed on long ago. Here, his identity was just a bodyguard of Du Luo. He came to the underground fighting arena to participate in fighting competitions with the help of Du Luo's relationship, thus avoiding exposing his own identity to the eyes of those who were interested.
Du Luo's acting skills were pretty good. He nodded to the upstart middle-aged man, sat on the chair, looked at the upstart middle-aged man who was quite respectful to him and said, "Mr. Babo, don't be so polite. I came here this time to ask Mr. Babo for some help."
Duro knew very well that the reason why Babo was so enthusiastic and humble towards him was because his father had recently become the mayor of Cynthia. You know, when he came here before, Babo just smiled and said hello. This level of treatment was only given to Nano who is now missing. Therefore, Duro never thought that he was so great that he was overbearing, and he still retained a certain respect when treating Babo.
When Babo heard that Du Luo came here to seek help, his eyes immediately rolled around, and he said with a slightly cautious smile: "I don't know what Master Du Luo wants me to do? As long as I, Babo, can do it, I will definitely do my best to help Master Du Luo."
Of course, Du Luo did not believe Babo's words, but letting a person participate in an underground fighting competition was indeed a trivial matter. I am afraid that Babo would be happy to do so, so Du Luo did not keep it a secret and said, "Mr. Babo, I want to let this guard beside me participate in the underground fighting competition. I wonder what Mr. Babo thinks?"
When Babo heard that Du Luo's request was just to arrange for someone to participate in the underground fighting match, his heart dropped at once. His face immediately smiled like a chrysanthemum, and he nodded repeatedly and said, "No problem, of course there is no problem with this matter. As long as Master Du Luo asked, there is no reason why it can't be done. It's just that as a rule of our fighting arena, Master Du Luo, you should also know that once you enter the fighting arena, it's a matter of life and death, so you need to sign . Master Du Luo, you should be able to decide, right?"
Hearing about the life and death and the life and death contract, Du Luo immediately hesitated. After all, Sha Lan was not his real bodyguard. Moreover, even if she was a real bodyguard, his father would never let him decide the life and death of a bodyguard so casually. Just when Du Luo wanted to turn around and ask Sha Lan, Sha Lan had already put her hand on Du Luo's shoulder and spoke to Nababo.
"Mr. Babo, my young master can naturally make the decision. I can sign a life and death contract with you now."
Although he was somewhat puzzled about Shalan's young appearance, Babo did not intend to ask about the nobles' affairs. He just nodded repeatedly and turned around to ask his men to bring the contract.
At this time, Shalan had already taken out half of a pure black mask from the backpack she was carrying. This half of the pure black mask only covered the upper half of her face, with two narrow slits at the eyes, while the rest of the face was completely smooth.
After putting on the mask, Shallan moved his head and adjusted the angle of the mask. Then he looked at Babo who had taken the contract again and pressed his handprint without any hesitation. Names can be faked, and many people who come to the underground fighting competitions are unwilling to reveal their real faces and names. Therefore, only handprints are the proof that is truly effective.
"Sir, I don't know what we should call you. After all, we have to introduce you to the audience when we go on stage."
"Just call me Hei Ting. Hei means black, Ting means thunder."
"Okay, Mr. Hei Ting, please follow my men to the temporary lounge. I will arrange an entry-level match for Mr. Hei Ting in a while."
Before knowing the strength of the fighters in the underground fighting arena, Shallan naturally would not pretend to ask for a strong opponent. Starting with entry-level fighters and slowly increasing the intensity is the safest way. After all, Shallan came here seek a battle to improve his strength, not to seek death.
When Shalan was about to follow Babo's men to the lounge, Du Luo suddenly caught up with her and cried to Shalan in a low voice: "Shalan, you have to be extra careful. I'm not worried that you will be beaten to death, but even if you are seriously injured, I will still be skinned alive. It's not too late for you to regret it now."
Looking at Du Luo who was about to cry but had no tears, Sha Lan smiled slightly and said to him, "Do you have money with you? If you do, bet on me to win. It just so happens that you are short of money recently, right? This can help you relieve some of your financial pressure."
"No, why are you talking about money now? I will be relieved if your boss can come back safely."
As for the fact that Shallan killed Jonathan, confidentiality measures were taken at Rawl's request, so Duro actually didn't know how strong Shallan was. He only knew that Shallan was undergoing training from Hasid. Otherwise, Duro would never have agreed to let Shallan come here to participate in the underground fighting competition.
Patting Du Luo on the shoulder, Shalan smiled and said, "Don't worry, the result will satisfy you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shallan followed Babo's men to the players' lounge to rest temporarily and wait for the start of the game. Duro followed Babo helplessly and went to sit in one of the best stands in the underground fighting arena. He looked anxiously at the boxing ring-like ring in the center, which was illuminated by extremely bright lights.
Led by Babo's men, Shallan came to a slightly damp and dark lounge. It was a single-person lounge with plenty of water and food, as well as places to sit and lie down. However, Shallan just stood on the floor of the lounge, slowly getting into position and doing warm-up exercises, and she didn't seem to be nervous at all.
He waited for a long time and heard cheers and shouts from outside. Not long after a flurry of footsteps and wailing outside the door, someone knocked on the door of Shalan's lounge. Babo's men opened the door of the lounge and said to Shalan respectfully, "Mr. Heiting, your match will start soon. Please go to the ring and prepare to start the match."
