Chapter 177 Colosseum

After a long journey, the sports car finally came to a steady stop.

Qi Huang walked out of the back car and opened the door for Cheng Yi.

"Master, please."

Cheng Yi stopped in front of the car, adjusted the watch on his hand, raised his hand casually and smoothed his collar.

It is noon now, the sun is shining brightly, and it should be the warmest time of the day.

The air here was filled with a chilling coldness and the smell of blood mixed with gray.

Sui Tang raised his hand to block the scorching sun and looked up at the huge building in front of him.

The giant Colosseum was built against the mountain. Its outer low wall, covered with moss, was seven or eight meters high, and the main body, covered with arched porches, was more than twenty meters high.

Such a bright sky did not need torches for lighting, but the long torches embedded in the walls on both sides of the gate passage were burning brightly, primitive, bright, but frightening to people from the bottom of their hearts.

Such a magnificent building, but there is not a single person in sight. It is eerily quiet, strange and eerie.

The magnificent exterior of Roman architecture hides its bloody and decadent interior.

“Ahh…”

Beast-like roars emanated from within, mixed with excited shouts of humans. They clamored and made chaos, seeking the ultimate in blood and violence.

The disregard for life and the extreme obsession with violence have pushed such a place to an unprecedented peak of prosperity.

Sui Tang re-tied her hair knot and raised her hand to gently smooth down the loose hair on her temples.

"Why did Ranson insist on meeting us here?"

Cheng Yi extended his hand to Qi Huang behind him, and Qi Huang immediately understood and handed him a sword.

"He said that the people he caught would be tried here. I don't understand what he's up to."

Cheng Yi twisted his wrist and put the sword at his waist.

"It's best not to use a gun in the cell, Shuo, bring him a knife."

Sui Tang took the knife from Ling Shuo and snorted, "When did you become so cautious?"

Cheng Yi chuckled, looked at Sui Tang and pointed to his head, "I've always been so cautious."

Several tall and majestic men gathered together and walked towards the corridor full of torches.

The dark green walls have been corroded by wind and sand, and the flickering firelight in the dark corridor is indescribably gloomy.

On the inner wall of the original stone, the black and red bloodstains and the clanging marks of the blade are clearly visible, some new and some old.

Cerberus carved out of stone were lying on both sides of the corridor, staring at the passers-by. If anyone looked back in fear or fled, they would rush up without hesitation and devour their trembling souls.

Wherever people passed, the upside-down bats fluttered and scattered, their red eyes shining, like chupacabra hovering in hell, ready to suck every drop of blood from people.

At the end of the corridor, a black door appeared before us.

The people inside the door seemed to know that a distinguished guest was coming. When Cheng Yi was about to stop, the door creaked and slowly opened.

The dazzling sunlight re-entered everyone's field of vision.

“Roar! Roar! Aa ...

The heart-wrenching screams and the exciting collisions that made blood spurt out became clearer and clearer.

The door opened.

There were people everywhere, crowds of people.

In the four-story oval Colosseum, which is more than 20 meters high, there is not a single space in the intricate inner auditorium.

Their eyes were red, their fists were raised, they were shouting and yelling, and they were roaring wildly towards the center of the ring.

And on the stone arena in the middle, there is a huge black iron cage.

Two leopards with red eyes were tearing apart a human leg. There was blood all over the ground. There was a faint fishy and sweet smell in the air, which could be smelled even at the gate.

The remains in the animal cage included hands, feet, and even half a head that had been gnawed beyond recognition.

If it is winter, you can definitely see the heat escaping from the hot blood.

The audience on the stage were like being injected with powerful drugs, excited and intense. In this wonderful atmosphere, they allowed the pleasure of destruction to continue to rise.

This is not a duel arena in the general sense.

It is a killing paradise where beasts and humans fight each other.

Cheng Yi glanced at everything in front of him indifferently.

He was all too familiar with the feeling of fighting to the death, killing to the death.

Cheng Yi raised his hand that was covered with thorn tattoos, and cracked it as if to vent his anger.

In this environment, the bloodthirsty gene buried in his body has begun to surge quietly, and his extreme yearning for pure violence and blood has made his breathing heavy.

Sui Tang seemed to notice that something was wrong with Cheng Yi, and he raised his hand and grasped Cheng Yi's wrist bone.

"Are you okay?"

Cheng Yi blinked twice, half-closed his golden-brown eyes, and steadied his breathing.

"It's okay, I just remembered the feeling back then."

His voice was hoarse and raspy, and he didn't look like he was alright.

Sui Tang sighed lightly. This was what he was afraid of.

Although I don’t know what Lan Sen’s plan is, he probably doesn’t want to deliberately provoke Cheng Yi.

After all, Bai Xiaotong, who is more intelligent than the FBI's intelligence network, is a completely neutral force. No one would be so stupid as to threaten him, and he would not be willing to be threatened by anyone to slander Cheng Yi.

"Where is he?"

Cheng Yi's eyes almost dropped to the ground, trying not to look at what was in front of him.

Qi Huang took a step forward and extended his hand to the right, "Master, Lan Sen is waiting for you in the underground beast cage."

"lead the way."

Cheng Yi's face darkened and he gave the order in a cold and hard tone.

The crowd walked through the bustling center of the Colosseum and came to a small door in the side hall.

Dozens of black-clad bodyguards were lined up on both sides of the door. The guns in their hands were all explosive-grade, and each one was as thick as an adult's arm.

After seeing Cheng Yi, their stern expressions did not relax at all, and they did not say a word.

The leading man with a flat head winked at the people around him, and they immediately stepped forward and opened the door locks that were protected by layers of security.

"Master Cheng, please."

The moment the 20-centimeter-thick steel door was opened, the man with the flat head spoke in fluent Italian.

"Mr. Ranson has been waiting for you inside for a long time."

It was pitch black inside the door, and the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger in the air, mixed with the cold and rotten smell unique to the basement.

You can also hear the shrill howls of wild animals and the roars of people.

Cheng Yi raised his eyes slightly and glanced at what he saw.

He was even more confused about what Lanson was going to do.

He took a calm step and walked towards the door.

Inside the long corridor of the underground prison, the ancient walls are engraved with dense texts and various bloody execution scenes.

Skinning, pulling out tendons, roasting alive, tearing apart alive... amputation and beheading are all child's play here.

"I heard that the words on the wall are curses," Sui Tang silently lit a cigarette to suppress the unpleasant smell here, "used to suppress the evil spirits that died unjustly in this cage."