Zero is a mysterious person, and Alice doesn't know what matters he is responsible for in the Death Fighting Tower, and it seems that all the affairs in the tower are related to him. Everyone in the Fighting Tower knows the rules about this tower he knows the most clearly.

"Mr. Satan, you are not the first person to come here to buy death row prisoners. The prices they paid are very high, but I can only regret to tell them that the Fighting Tower is not a killer organization." Zero handed him a glass of red wine as usual.

There are only two types of people who can easily refuse money. One is who doesn’t like money, and the other is who owns enough money. It is obvious that the fighting skills tower belongs to the latter.

Roger did not reject his red wine this time. The wine flowed into his throat with a charming fishy sweetness. Although Zero could not see the expression under his mask, he knew the wine very well.

"Intoxicating wine, is it?"

Roger nodded: "It's dangerous to get drunk here."

Zero waved his hand and refused to say anything: "The Tower of Death Fighting Skills is the ideal kingdom of heaven for the strong. Without legal control and boring doctrine, the victorious can get everything, money, women, rights, honor... and endless freedom."

His words were full of **, and no one could refuse what the Death Fighting Tower could provide. Of course, the premise was that they had enough strength.

He was wearing a mask, in order not to reveal his heart? The corners of his mouth were curled up, and he was such a cunning guy.

Roger said: "The one who defeats can deal with the defeated people at will, whether it is a public competition or a private fight, right?"

"Of course, but if you encounter a fool who would rather die than surrender, it would be a headache." Zero savored the red wine in the glass and took three sips, but the total amount was not as much as Roger had taken a sip.

Roger stood up and said, "Please arrange a game for me, it's noon tomorrow..."

"Mr. Satan, the competition in the fighting tower will only be scheduled from midnight to six in the morning, which is what people in the tower often say, "Six hours of death."

"Then it'll be twelve o'clock tomorrow night."

He deliberately pretended not to know the rules here so that he could ensure that Zero would not associate Satan and Roger.

Roger stopped leaving any more, chose a room on the first floor to install a mechanism on the door, opened the black box and took out the bald boy, put the golden knife in his sleeve into the box, and replaced it with a short iron knife that had just been made. In case he took out another box of silver thread.

He wrapped the bald boy in a yellow silk cloth and completely covered his left hand, and he walked upstairs with Alice's pass in such a strange way.

Roger has not fought with Alice, but he knows that Alice's physical skills are better than him. If he uses puppets, he is sure to beat Alice. Then, using Alice's strength as a reference, the ten floors are his "safe floors".

He also fought with Dorog. His golden knife cut off the whip and felt numb. In fact, even if Dorog did not wave him yesterday, he would find fault and provoke him to take action to evaluate his strength. For Dorog, Roger would of course make further tests on him to correctly evaluate his strength.

But now, Roger needs to lay some groundwork.

Roger walked to the third floor, which was not at all dangerous for him. It was just eleven o'clock. The hour before the "Six Hours of Death" was usually when people relaxed. Roger walked leisurely on the third floor, which was no different from the first floor, but the level of the prisoner was obviously higher than the first floor. He walked to the third door on the left, and the sound of a woman's ** and a man laughing loudly came from the door.

The man inside laughed and said dirty words, while the woman flattered her. Both of them were immersed in the lust of the clouds, without even realizing that Roger had already poked his short knife into the lock.

With a light sound, the door opened when the man was about to reach the peak of paradise. Roger, wearing a mask, opened the door and looked at the man and woman who were exercising vigorously on the bed.

The man was lying on the naked body with his muscles, but he saw Roger breaking in. But she was not afraid, but instead gave Roger a bold look.

The men in this place don't hurt **.

The muscular man also got up from ** and looked at Roger, with a grim smile on his square face.

Roger looked at the whole body and said, "You go out",

**She glanced at him charmingly and picked up the clothes beside the bed, but the man grabbed her and smiled fiercely: "Bitch, sit well and see how I deal with this ignorant boy." He clenched his fists and laughed and rushed up.

Roger pulled the silver thread and opened the puppet mechanism. A short arrow flew out of the silk cloth and shot at the man. He seemed to be unprepared. The short arrow pierced directly into his shoulders, shot from the front shoulders and the back shoulders, and suddenly he felt cold.

The piercing pain made the man furious, and his face turned red. In this small space, it was the best place for him to use. He rushed to Roger in just two steps and punched him tyrannically. Roger gently avoided his fist, cut his wrist with a short knife with his left hand, and at the same time, he pulled the silver thread with his right hand and shot two short arrows. The man with a square face immediately became a blood gourd.

In order to prevent him from screaming, Roger stepped forward and pinched his jaw and twisted it hard to remove his chin. The crack sounded so loud that the sound of the sound was creepy.

Now, the room was very quiet, and Roger easily subdued the square face. The poor man was pressed by Roger with a short knife on his neck and couldn't even scream.

** didn't make any noise, this situation was not uncommon here. She said in a voice full of **: "Sir, do you need Misha to serve you? The man who just fought should enjoy the warm and moist body of a woman as a reward?"

Roger knocked the square face unconscious with a punch, walked to the table and threw the silver coin that had grabbed the ** to Misha. The wooden bed made a "hush" sound.

"Go out", he said coldly.

Misha looked at him with some resentment, put on only a few thin clothes and hurried out.

Roger then closed the door and woke up the square face.

"From now on, I'll ask you and answer. Don't you need extra words, do you understand?"

Although he was angry, he knew the strength difference between the two. It was good to be able to save a life when someone broke into the Death Fighting Tower. He had backbone, but backbone in the Death Fighting Tower was worthless. He would not die for something like backbone.

He looked at Roger and nodded.

Roger answered his chin with a "click" and asked: "Name",

"Agley, hell, you're such a mess..."

"Peng", Roger punched him in the eye and beat him up to the point of starlight.

"Say it again, I'll ask you and answer, no nonsense is needed",

Agley looked at him with his eyes covered, but nodded.

"You need to go out with me?" He didn't ask Zero because he didn't want to arouse his suspicion

Agley turned his head and spitted, cursing: "You know the rules here. Apart from the damn 'Six Hours of Death', you can only go out once a week, but there are restrictions. You cannot do things that violate the doctrine or local laws outside."

Roger under the mask smiled.
Chapter completed!