Simon waited for more than twenty minutes before the door reopened.

Lin Zhong wiped his mouth with a napkin and walked out calmly.

When Simon saw this, he couldn't help but look angry, as if he had been insulted.

If he couldn't defeat Lin Zhong, he would have punched him.

If it were any other person, being treated with such contempt would probably not look good on him.

However, Simon finally remembered his mission for this trip, barely suppressed his anger, and asked forcefully: "Mr. Mu, have you eaten and drank enough?"

"Barely."

Lin Zhong rubbed his hands casually, and the napkin in his hand suddenly turned into white powder, falling down between his fingers.

He yawned lazily, then tilted his head and said to Simon: "Have I ever told you that I hate other people's looks on me the most?"

Simon's body trembled, frightened by Lin Zhong's cold eyes, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

"Don't think that just because you brought me into Malacath, you can treat me as an equal."

Lin Zhong raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a ferocious smile, and continued: "You are just an ordinary person, what right do you have to be angry in front of me?"

"If I'm in a good mood, I don't care about your offense, but if I'm in a bad mood, I will kill you based on your behavior just now."

His tone was cruel and cold, revealing a sense of superiority and indifference to life.

"......sorry."

Simon was silent for a few seconds. When he spoke again, he had already corrected his position: "Excuse me, sir, can we set off now?"

Lin Zhong said two words expressionlessly: "Lead the way."

the other side.

Located in a building in the center of Maracas.

"That guy is so arrogant!"

A person responsible for eavesdropping on the conversation between Lin Zhong and Simon gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you let the envoy sent by Lord Oger wait for so long!"

"The strong are always proud."

The companion sitting next to him spread his hands: "Isn't it the same with Mr. Oger?"

"You actually compare him to Mr. Ogier?"

"I'm just making an analogy. Simon is an ordinary person. Not everyone is like Mr. Ogier and is willing to give him a chance."

The companion said calmly: "At least we can be sure that Simon did not collude with that Yanhuang warrior, nor did he betray the interests of Lord Ogier. This is enough."

"Will the eavesdropping continue?"

"Go on, listen for another ten minutes, and if you don't get anything else out of it, go and report to Mr. Ogier."

****

More than half an hour later.

Simon drove Lin Zhong to the outside of a building.

The shape of this building is like a circular fortress magnified dozens or hundreds of times. The whole body is made of gray granite. It is thick and solid, closed and dull.

At the entrance of the building, four shirtless, muscular black men stood with their hands behind their backs.

They were wearing gray bulletproof vests on their upper bodies and camouflage pants on their lower bodies. Each of them was nearly two meters tall. Although they did not carry weapons, they exuded a fierce aura.

Lin Zhong's eyes narrowed slightly, with a playful expression.

The energy and blood of those four strong men were very strong. If classified by the realm of warriors, they had at least reached the level of dark strength, and there were traces of genetic modification surgery on their bodies.

Genetically modified people/gene users are divided into six levels according to their strength: c, b, a, s, ss, and sss.

Among them, C-level is only slightly stronger than ordinary people, B-level can fight one against ten, and A-level is already considered a complete master, and can become an elite in any force or organization.

And those strong black men are all A-level genetically modified people.

With four A-level genetically modified people guarding the door, the importance of this building is self-evident.

When Simon and Lin Zhong approached, one of the strong black men stretched out his arms to stop them. His eyes behind his sunglasses were as sharp as an eagle: "Please show me your tickets."

"I am Simon Cavendish, bringing guests to see Lord Ogier."

Simon quickly revealed his identity.

The strong black man picked up the walkie-talkie hanging on his waist, exchanged a few words in a language that Lin Zhong couldn't understand, looked at him and Simon carefully, turned sideways, and gestured to the other three strong men at the same time.

"Bah!"

Accompanied by the sound of heavy metal friction, the other three strong men worked together, their arm muscles taut, and slowly opened the half-foot-thick steel door.

A dim corridor appeared in front of Lin Zhong and Simon.

The corridor is about thirty meters long and two meters wide, and can accommodate several people walking side by side. The ground and walls are iron black, and there is a downlight every three or four meters to provide lighting.

A faint roar came from the end of the corridor, mixed with unspeakable cruelty.

"It's interesting."

Lin Zhong raised his eyebrows, passed Simon directly, and walked inside first.

The deeper you go into the tunnel, the brighter the light becomes and the more obvious the roar becomes.

Countless people cursed, cheered, and roared, and all kinds of languages ​​came together to form a huge sound that echoed in Lin Chong's ears.

When Lin Zhong reached the end of the corridor, a vast space suddenly opened before his eyes.

This is a circular arena, about the size of a basketball court. The corridor exit is located exactly at the waist of the arena. There are densely packed seats up and down, left and right, where countless enthusiastic and noisy men and women sit.

In the center of the arena, there stood a huge octagonal cage. Two groups of strong men wearing different colors were fighting in the octagonal cage.

Blood has turned the floor of the octagonal cage red, and five or six corpses are lying inside.

Every time someone dies, the roar in the arena sets off a wave of climax.

The people who were still alive seemed to be infected by the surrounding atmosphere, or dominated by the desire to kill, but they did not feel the pain at all and fought without risking their lives.

They smash with their fists, bite with their teeth, butt with their heads, and use all means to kill their opponents.

Even though Lin Zhong's sanity was as stable as a rock, he couldn't help but lose consciousness for a moment when faced with such a bloody and crazy scene.

He noticed that the people fighting in the octagonal cage seemed to be mentally a little abnormal.

His eyes were chaotic and bloodthirsty, his face was distorted and dull, and he looked more like a beast than a human.

In other words, they are just a group of beasts controlled by drugs, just wearing the appearance of humans.

Underground fighting arena?

Killing game?

Thinking of what Simon had said to him, Lin Zhong's eyes couldn't help but become dark.

There is no doubt that Malacath's prosperity is built on sin.

Lin Zhong had seen the prosperous side of Malacas before, but now he saw the sinful side of Malacas.

Although the Society of Gods is an ancient organization that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years, the dark mark engraved in the bones has not faded with the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, many thoughts flashed through Lin Zhong's mind.
Chapter completed!