Chapter 1568: Chapter 1568

These youths wore loose, ordinary down jackets and woolen hats, looking like ordinary spectators.

Except for the steel baseball bats in their hands.

The leader was a young man wearing a large silver necklace. He looked at He Ao, who was covered in injuries, and angrily shouted, "Fierce Beast, are you throwing the fight? Are you doing it on purpose?!"

He raised the baseball bat, pointing it at He Ao, "Do you know how much I bet on Hurricane? You killed him, where’s my money going to come from?"

The crowd was somewhat confused by this sudden incident, and even the cheers quieted down considerably.

But most people were just staring at their bracelets, watching the numbers increase.

Loren seemed likely to win, so more people bet on Loren, and they were all profiting now.

While speaking, the fifth youth entered the octagonal cage; he seemed to be the last one of their team.

"Don’t let the door close!!!"

Just then, a shout came from the crowd.

The people inside the octagonal cage heard the shout, and the last youth instinctively looked behind him.

The iron door, as if blown by the wind, gently shook and then slowly closed.

Under the gaze of that youth, it shut with a ’click.’

The youth standing at the back raised his head somewhat bewildered, looking around.

At that moment, everything around seemed to undergo some kind of change.

The leading youth now took up his baseball bat, looking at the people outside the octagonal cage, pointing at He Ao, loudly saying, "Do you know this guy is throwing the fight? I have insider information; he was supposed to lose to Hurricane this time, that’s why I bet on Hurricane to win, and now this bastard has gone back on his word, since I can’t make money,"

He turned his head to look at He Ao, "You won’t make money either."

Saying this, he ignored the people outside, raising the baseball bat, "Hit him, beat this promise-breaking bastard to death!"

"Boss, something seems off." Just then, a youth in a gray shirt beside him slowly spoke.

The gray-shirted youth turned his head to look at the spectators outside the octagonal cage.

Those spectators were now staring intently at the situation inside the cage, without any feedback to the leading youth’s words.

No opposition, no support.

"What’s off?" The leading youth gripped the baseball bat in his hand, staring at He Ao, "This kid is about to die anyway, just kill him."

The gray-shirted youth paused slightly, nodded, looked at He Ao, then again at the ’boss’ in front of him, "Yeah, just kill him."

Above the octagonal cage, the large electronic screen hung there, the text began to squirm, slowly twisting like writhing blood, changing into:

["Fierce Beast" vs. "Grek" vs. "Stusy" vs. "Dicky" vs. "Glo" vs. "Sean"]

Six names formed a circle, each person’s name appearing on this circle.

No one questioned why there were five names on the screen, nor did anyone wonder why things were changing here.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

In an instant, the entire factory was filled with excited and frenzied shouting, echoing like rolling thunder in the narrow space.

The leader saw this scene, his mouth curled into a cruel smile. He looked at He Ao, raising the baseball bat, "Die, fool!"

The hard solid steel baseball bat came down, hitting the skull, bright red blood instantly flowed out from the head.

The leading youth reached out to touch the blood on the skull, turned around, widened his eyes, looking at the gray-shirted youth behind him, seemingly wondering why the gray-shirted youth attacked him.

But his response was only the crimson eyes and frantic shouts.

And the high-swung, blood-stained baseball bat.

Blood, like the best stimulant, excited the brains of everyone in the factory.

Five youths began mutually slaughtering each other first.

The world, at the moment the octagonal cage door closed, had fallen into some kind of dim gray. For more chapters visıt 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽

He Ao took a step back, dodging the baseball bat swung towards him.

He tried his best to dodge the attacks from the five youths, sometimes seemingly ’misjudging’ but quickly adjusting the ’error’ to evade, yet sometimes getting scraped.

After forcefully pulling away, he put his hand on the bars of the octagonal cage, exerting slight force, but unable to shake the cage in the slightest.

He gathered the Divine Sense at his fingertips, scraped it across the bars of the octagonal cage, but left no trace.

Is the power too small?

He let the Divine Sense overflow, attempting to touch the edge of the octagonal cage, but only felt a vague force, unable to be infiltrated by Divine Sense.

This seemingly normal octagonal cage, in some moment, seemed to have turned into something else.

The crowd was roaring with huge shouts, so frenetic that they seemed to lose both their self and reason.

He Ao dodged to the side again, evading an attack from a shadow sneaking up on him.

He raised his head, looking at the blood splattering in front of him. These youths had already pulled out sharp knives made of fine steel, which were intended for He Ao.

Now, they had become their weapons for mutual attack.

Blood had already covered their bodies, and they attacked each other indiscriminately, as well as He Ao.

Because of their weapons, the speed at which they harvested Life was far faster.

He Ao raised his head and glanced above.

The organizer responsible on the second-floor office still stood behind the glass curtain wall, indifferently gazing at the figures below.

Then He Ao lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below. He could vaguely see a figure quickly passing through the noisy and excited crowd.

He also raised his hand, shouting frantically, but was clearly more rational than others.

Is the effect on the ’audience’ not as strong?

He Ao withdrew his gaze and looked ahead; the chaos in front of him had already produced a result.

To a somewhat surprising outcome, the leading youth won the final victory.

Even though he was initially attacked by his teammates, causing significant injuries, he still became the last victor in the entanglement.

At this moment, he was drenched in blood. He opened the corpse of the gray-clad young man and pulled out the dagger from his body, his gaze blood-red as he stared at He Ao.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards He Ao step by step, blood flowing down his head and clothes.

Gazing at He Ao, he spoke hoarsely, "Fierce Beast, in the end, you will die by my hand."

He raised the dagger in his hand and thrust it towards He Ao’s neck.

Then his movement paused slightly as he felt a hand clasp his neck and exert a gentle force.

Soon after, a crisp sound echoed deep in his mind, and the whole world dimmed.

He Ao gently lifted the hand gripping the youth’s neck, covering his eyelids.

The youth’s body toppled down and fell into the crowd.

The pervasive grayish-white slowly dispersed, and the jubilant howling gradually faded.

The surrounding frantic crowd, their hoarse voices, also began to quiet down.

He Ao walked to the tightly closed iron door of the octagonal cage.

This iron door remained firmly shut even with the grayish-white diminishing.

Meanwhile, below, the rapidly approaching middle-aged man had already come close.

He looked puzzled at the tightly closed iron door, seemingly bewildered.

He Ao wasn’t puzzled though; he grasped the iron door slightly and suddenly exerted force.

The sturdy iron cage door, locked by several electronic locks, was forcibly torn open and ripped away.

After recovering from the grayish-white that had been drained of color, the octagonal cage returned to its original state, no longer indestructible.

The door not opening at this moment wasn’t due to the eerie phenomenon persisting but simply someone forcibly locked it from behind.

He Ao realized that this ’arena’ was a key area for triggering the strange phenomenon.

And the figure standing at the second floor office paused upon seeing this, his indifferent face showing some emotion, his expression slightly dark.

At this time, the middle-aged man, slightly confused among the crowd, had already squeezed to the front, right in front of He Ao.

Looking at the blood on He Ao, he quickly said while reaching for something in his clothes, "Fierce Beast, I’m a cooperative detective from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, I—"

But before he finished speaking, a blood-stained hand stopped in front of him.

He Ao glanced at him and said softly, "Wait a moment."

"Wait for what?" The middle-aged man was surprised.

But before his words fell, He Ao’s hand reached out, passing by his cheek.

Grasping the black handgun emerging from behind him.

The muzzle pulled upwards.

The trigger was pulled, the bullet hit the ceiling, the slide was held, the gun jammed.

The bloody hand pulled back, directly snatching the gun from the holder’s grip.

Then the muzzle turned, the hand held the gunstock, quickly moving the gun back and forth in the air.

The slide moved back and forth with the firearm’s inertia, ejecting the jammed shell.

The muzzle aimed at the original holder, eyes wide open.

The gunfire rang out again, blood blossoming amidst the crowd.

The original holder among the crowd widened his eyes, leaning back.

This series of actions flowed seamlessly; in an instant, two gunshots rang out, and the attacker instead fell into the pool of blood.

The middle-aged man clearly saw the young man’s actions, comprehended their significance.

Yet he still felt somewhat unable to keep up with these movements.

They were so fluid, flowing as if the gun holder himself cooperated with the gun-snatching motion.

And these two booming gunshots completely awakened the crowd from confusion.

The panicked shout exploded the crowd anew after a brief silence.

The crowded crowd suddenly became chaotic, rushing towards the small doors on all sides.

"That person just said he’s from the Federal Bureau of Investigation!"

And at this moment, another shout rang through the crowd.

"What?! The Federal Bureau of Investigation is here to catch people?!"

The crowd suddenly became more chaotic, everyone surged towards the small doors on all sides of the factory, pouring out.

And around, the gang members originally maintaining order began quickly running to the center of the factory against the flow.

The middle-aged man raised his head, looking at the bloodied young man in front of him. Before he could speak, he saw the young man turning his gaze.

Another figure among the crowd had already approached, holding a handgun aimed at the young man.

To avoid being scattered by the crowd, his marksmanship seemed poor, getting very close.

Seeing this, He Ao briefly ’hesitated’ and didn’t withdraw the gun, taking a step forward instead.

That figure immediately raised his hand to shoot.

Then, in the next moment, his wrist was kicked, the gun in his hand falling.

Before he could react, a figure appeared in front of him, punched his jaw.

His entire body was flung, leaning backward, falling into the crowd.

The middle-aged man saw this, was about to say something, then saw the bloodied youth turn his gaze upward towards the office.