Chapter 70 Circus 3 An Rao bent over in pain and curled himself up...
"Sister Yirou, you said my boss beat Brother Bo like that. Will Brother Bo get angry and really beat my boss..." Su Ming grabbed the iron railing with an anxious look on his face.
"No, they all know their limits, and they are also setting an example for us." Shi Yirou quietly watched the two people fighting on the stage, and spots of blood began to splatter on the pure white floor.
Halfway through the time, on the stage, An Rao raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and once again punched Bai Chuan with all his might. Bai Chuan was not to be outdone, and directly blocked An Rao's fist and instead punched him hard in the stomach.
At that moment, An Rao bent over and curled himself up in pain. He could not see or hear clearly, and there was only a continuous tinnitus in his ears. A hot current almost blew off the top of his head, and then he "wow" spat out a mouthful of hot blood towards the white ground.
Just when An Rao felt that Bai Chuan was about to hit him on the back with an elbow, he suddenly rushed towards Bai Chuan, knocking him to the ground like a dying person trying to save himself. He raised his fist and smashed it hard, breaking the corner of Bai Chuan's mouth. That was great, he also bled a lot! However, it was clearly a plan that the two of them had agreed on, but why did he feel so uncomfortable in his heart, as if he was blaspheming God, making An Rao feel torn and wanted to kneel down and confess to him while beating him...
So painful...
Time passed by little by little, and amid the teeth-grinding sound of fists hitting flesh, the monster spectators outside the arena became more and more anxious, and the buzzing noise became louder and louder.
"Beep--" As the horn sounded, the blood-red countdown returned to zero, and an unprecedented draw situation occurred!
The White Rabbit Gentleman jumped onto the stage, grabbed the hands of the two and raised them to signal to the audience. All the audience was in an uproar, and all the monsters stood up and kept yelling in a language that humans couldn't understand. It seemed that the White Rabbit Gentleman tried to explain, but failed, so he shrugged helplessly and said something coldly. After hearing what the White Rabbit Gentleman said, the ghosts were even more furious, and they threw the objects in their hands onto the stage. Soon the stage was filled with human skulls, patellas, spines, patellas, humeri... with bright red minced meat...
Several Black Rabbit staff members immediately came on stage and took An Rao and Bai Chuan away, and the two were put back into the cage.
Even though they were in a very bad state, they survived after all! All the players gathered around them, looking at the two of them like saviors, with eager eyes hoping that they could tell them how to save their lives.
"Boss!" Su Ming rushed over distressedly, and kept wiping the blood off An Rao's head and face with the hem of his clothes, "Are you okay?"
"No," An Rao shook his head weakly, then looked at everyone.
"Let me tell you, save your energy," Baichuan checked An Rao's injuries himself and said without turning his head, "We're tied, and the rules don't say what to do with people in a tie, so they let us go back." Baichuan didn't tell him everything. After all, they were not saviors. All they could do now was to keep their own people from dying.
"So, from now on, all we have to do is negotiate with our opponents and have a draw?!" someone said excitedly.
"Not necessarily. The rules are never perfect. If there are loopholes, the rules must be corrected to fill them. The draw trick may no longer be applicable." An Rao added weakly.
"What should we do?" Immediately, a psychologically fragile player broke down and burst into tears.
The death horn sounded again, and this time the two people who were chosen decided to follow the example of An Rao and Bai Chuan, and they tacitly fought back and forth to a draw. Sure enough, the rules were changed, and the White Rabbit Gentleman did not let them leave the stage, but arranged a one-minute overtime. This change caused the two men's mentality to collapse instantly. In the last desperate minute, the two fought desperately because they only wanted to kill each other, and finally both died on the stage. A huge pool of blood spread everywhere, gathered into a stream along the snow-white stage, and dripped along the edge of the stage.
The White Rabbit gentleman jumped onto the stage, took out a snow-white handkerchief and covered his nose with disgust, then waved his hand gently. Immediately, the Grey Rabbit staff dragged the two away.
It's pretty obvious where the dead players end up.
Everyone in the cage watched this unprecedented bloody fight in silence, and while everyone was concentrating on watching the game, An Rao and Bai Chuan smeared their blood all over Su Ming and Shi Yirou's bodies and faces, and then threw them to lie down among the half-dead players who had just competed.
The sound of the iron gate opening was heard again. There were only a few players left in the room. The gray rabbit quickly caught the scarred man. The scarred man closed his eyes and did not make any futile struggle. The only thing he could do at this moment was to conserve his strength as much as possible and stay on the stage to fight.
And when he was taken away by the gray rabbit and passed by Anrao, he heard the unusually beautiful young man whispered: "Don't win the red ball, don't lose the blue ball."
The scarred man opened his eyes in shock, only to see the handsome young man covered in wounds carefully wiping the blood from his wounds. It seemed as if what he had just heard was just an illusion.
The strong light made the pure white stage dazzling, giving people a feeling similar to snow blindness. The scarred man looked up at the red ball quietly in the strong light, and tears flowed from his eyes due to the stimulation of the strong light.
"Beep——" the fight began. The scarred man wiped his tears, stared at the opposing player fiercely, slowly bent down, and put his hands in defensive and offensive postures. He was a professional in fighting.
Five minutes were over. He collapsed in a pool of blood with lifeless eyes. He looked at the blurry white rabbit counting down rhythmically above his head with a distracted consciousness. Everything was over. He thought, from the time he was released from prison to the time he entered this damn amusement park, he had never trusted anyone. He had always been a lone ranger. This time, just this time, he decided to trust that handsome man whose background he didn't know and gamble his life on him. He was absolutely crazy.
The cheers and shouts that suddenly rang out were not for himself, the loser, but all belonged to the victorious fighters. However, Scar's heart was calm. He only had one life to live, and honor was illusory and not worth mentioning at all.
Soon, the defeated man was thrown back into the cage.
He survived, he made the right bet!
"Thank you." Scar was lying in a corner of the cage, closing his eyes and saying thank you. Actually, his injury was not serious. As a person who had been practicing fighting for many years, his self-protection ability was also professional.
"It's getting late. We have to escape," the voice of the pretentious man who made people want to beat him up floated into their ears. "Article 3 of the park guide says there is no circus. They will definitely not let players who know about the circus get out alive."
Only the dead keep secrets.
But how to escape? Scar cast his eyes towards the iron gate. The gray rabbit guard outside the gate had the key. He had noticed it when he went out and came back just now. In fact, after so many years in prison, observing the whereabouts of the prison guards has almost become an instinct.
"The guard has never been changed. He has always been greedy. The key is with him. I can get it," the scarred man said to An Rao in a low voice, "There is an employee passage at the exit."
Seeing that An Rao didn't say anything, the scarred man laughed at himself and said, "This is all I can think of. I can't compare with smart people like you."
"No," An Rao came back to his senses and looked into Scar's eyes very sincerely and said, "The information you said is so useful! You are so awesome, Brother Shi!"
"We can steal his key, open the door and escape!" An Rao's voice was rarely filled with excitement. The tough circus night was about to end. Now there were only a few players with healthy limbs left in the cage, watching the game seriously. The other players who were dragged back were all lying motionless in a pool of blood, and no one knew whether they were still alive.
"But how to steal it..." An Rao knew there was only one way, but he couldn't do it.
"Heh," Scar sneered and struggled to stand up, "You are all gentlemen, and I am used to being a villain. I'll just take it as a thank you for saving my life."
As he spoke, Scar checked the dying players one by one, then picked up the arm of a dying player that was only connected by flesh and skin, weighed it, then knocked the player unconscious with a knife, tore off his arm directly, and threw it accurately at the door.
"Bang." The guard's attention was attracted by the sound of a piece of meat falling to the ground. When he saw a bloody arm with curled and twitching muscles on the ground, his eyes immediately lit up. He had been guarding here for a whole night and was very hungry and thirsty. He was not a qualified amusement park employee and his thinking had not been completely assimilated. He felt it was unfair. Why did others have food and drink but he didn't?
The guard bent down without hesitation, picked up the freshly baked arm, hid in a place where his companions could not see, and quickly ate it with relish. The competition time was five minutes, and he had to finish it quickly! The gray rabbit was so focused on enjoying the food that he didn't notice what happened at the moment he bent down.
Scar glanced at the gray rabbit that was wolfing down its food in a dark corner with its back to the cage, opened the iron gate with ease, and signaled An Rao and the others to leave quickly.
A second before escaping from the cage, An Rao looked back and saw that most of the players were lying motionless in a pool of blood, while the few remaining players who were still standing were concentrating on the game on the stage. No one had the leisure to pay attention to the insignificant dead people. They would never see each other again after tonight.
The door was locked, but the key could not be returned to Gray Rabbit. Scar simply put the key on the ground and ran quickly towards the employee passage with everyone.
They had a safe journey, and when the road ahead became clear again, they found themselves at the viewing area for puppet staff.
"Find some clothes to put on first." Baichuan, who was always walking in front of everyone, whispered.
The smell of blood and meat that filled the entire circus became everyone's perfect protective color at this moment. An Rao followed Bai Chuan and crawled under the rows of seats. Soon, the five of them found the doll's clothes and put them on in the cheering chaos of the end of another game.
"Ding ding ding--" A bell sound that they had never heard before rang out, and all the puppet staff stood up and began to walk in an orderly manner to the corridor next to their seats. An Rao subconsciously looked at his wristband. It was exactly twelve o'clock and the performance was over.
"Boss, what should we do?" Su Ming asked in panic from behind.
"Act according to circumstances and don't separate." He had no idea what would happen next. He just subconsciously looked up at the pink cartoon kitten walking in front of him. Even though the kitten was wearing a cartoon doll costume that made its shape completely invisible, An Rao felt at ease as long as he knew that the person inside was Baichuan.
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