Lin Zhong's cold words awakened Simon from his shock.

Although this is not his first time here, every time he comes, he will inevitably be strongly stimulated.

In this place, human life is like a piece of grass and is used by the superiors as a tool for making money and entertainment. Life or death is not up to oneself.

Because of this, Simon climbed up desperately.

Because he doesn't want to one day become a beast in an octagonal cage that only knows how to kill. He wants to become a distinguished guest in a box, holding a red wine glass and watching the death of others.

Simon took a deep breath and exhaled it forcefully.

He turned around and looked around, and soon found the location of Orger's box, so he led Lin Zhong through the dense crowd and walked towards that place.

As the second god of the Gods Society, Ogier has a prominent position and holds huge power. He is also an SSS-level gene user, so the box is located on the top floor of the fighting arena.

Soon, Simon and Lin Zhong came outside the box.

Under the scrutiny of the two bodyguards, Simon adjusted his collar and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

The fighting arena was filled with people, and the roars of the audience were getting louder and louder, almost deafening their ears, but Simon was not worried that Ogier couldn't hear him.

Not long after, the box door was opened by a scantily clad blonde.

This blonde girl has a beautiful appearance, scantily clad clothes, tall figure, and unusually plump measurements, like a ripe peach.

The blonde's gaze passed over Simon's shoulder and landed on Lin Zhong. She smiled and said in English: "Master Oger, please ask Mr. Mu to come in."

Simon was stunned and asked: "What about me?"

"Wait outside."

The blonde put away her smile, said a cold word, then twisted her butt and left.

Simon's face suddenly turned ugly.

But in his heart, a big stone was lifted.

The more casual Ogier's attitude towards him was, the more it showed that his relationship with Lin Zhong did not arouse any suspicion.

Of course, the play that needs to be played still needs to be completed.

Simon had a grimace on his face, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his expression was uneasy. He used his peak actor-level acting skills to vividly portray a subordinate who did not like his boss.

Lin Zhong passed by Simon and stepped into the box.

The furnishings in the private room are extremely luxurious, with an area of ​​about 80 square meters. The floor is covered with thick cashmere carpets, a half-meter-high crystal chandelier hangs above the head, and all high-end furniture such as refrigerators, TVs, and sofas are available.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the entire one-way bulletproof glass wall.

Through the glass wall, you can observe all the movements outside, and it seems to have a magnifying effect, so that the fighting situation inside the octagonal cage can be seen more clearly.

The second god, Ogier, was sitting on the sofa behind the glass wall, holding the blonde girl from before in his arms, watching with interest.

In addition to Ogle and the blonde, there were seven or eight beauties in bikinis in the box, some standing, some sitting, some lying down, but without exception, all of them had extremely plump figures.

As Lin Zhong entered the box, in an instant, more than a dozen pairs of beautiful eyes with different styles looked at him.

With a calm expression, Lin Zhong casually found a sofa and sat down, looking around unscrupulously.

"Give Mr. Mu a glass of wine." Ogier did not stand up, nor did he turn around. He was still sitting with his back to Lin Zhong, and ordered in a thunderous voice.

A brown-haired girl wearing a black bikini stood up and walked up to Lin Zhong. In a seductive gesture, she bent down and poured him a glass of wine.

The crimson liquid rippled under the light, exuding a charming fragrance, and mixed with the brown-haired girl's perfume to form a special aphrodisiac smell.

Lin Zhongxin felt as calm as water.

He has never seen any kind of scene, and a mere red and pink skull is not enough to move him.

The brown-haired girl glanced at Lin Zhong in surprise, then turned around and returned to her original position.

Lin Zhong picked up the red wine glass and played with it in his hand, but did not taste it immediately.

"I heard that Mr. Mu likes women, but now it seems that the rumors are wrong." Ogier said slowly, as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

"I do like women."

Lin Zhong said lightly: "The premise is that that woman belongs to me. If she does not belong to me and I cannot have her, I am not even interested in taking a look at her."

"If Mr. Mu is willing, they can become your women."

Ogier's sonorous voice echoed in the box: "As long as you agree to one condition."

"Forget it."

Lin Zhong swayed the red wine glass, sitting in a calm and relaxed posture. His eyes swept over the overly hot bodies of the girls around him, and he couldn't help but curl his lips: "My taste is normal, I have no interest in them."

As if he did not expect Lin Zhong to refuse, Oger remained silent for a long time.

During this time, the bloody fight inside the Octagon finally decided the winner.

One party was completely killed, and only two or three people from the other party were left alive.

The atmosphere in the arena reached its peak, with tourists from all over the world roaring loudly, and some even tore their clothes and beat their chests to vent their violent emotions.

A group of strong men in black suits and black hoods opened the Octagon, dragged away the bodies, cleaned the floor, and prepared for the next fight.

"Mr. Mu, what do you think?" Ogier suddenly asked.

Lin Zhong raised his eyebrows: "I feel bored."

"boring?"

"Yes, it's just boring."

Lin Zhong crossed his legs and said bluntly: "What fun is there in watching a group of ants fight?"

Ogier, who was sitting with his back to Lin Zhong, suddenly stood up.

It wasn't obvious when he was sitting, but when he stood up, he suddenly looked like a hill made of muscles, more than three meters high, and his head almost touched the ceiling.

Ogier turned his head and looked at Lin Zhong, his red eyes faintly filled with blood: "Mr. Mu, I have a feeling that you and I are the same kind of people. Is my feeling correct?"

"Who knows?"

Lin Zhong shrugged and sat upright, as if he was the owner of the box: "At least, I don't have the hobby of watching ants fight like you."

"Hehehehe..."

Upon hearing this, Ogier let out a series of low laughs.

His laughter was weird, full of nerves, and made people feel nervous.

The girls around them shrank into corners and trembled into a ball.

Suddenly, Ogier's laughter stopped abruptly, as if the pause button had been pressed, without any warning.

Ogier turned around, looked down at Lin Zhong condescendingly, and asked coldly: "Have you heard about Alfred?"

Lin Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly: "I've heard of it."

"He was my younger brother, and he died at the hands of a certain Yanhuang warrior."
Chapter completed!