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The ancient well brought to auction remained calm, with no twists or turns; the entire process was managed by Han Rui. Aside from three Butchers, the average price for the other Butchers was merely a pittance.
This was all due to the new regulations of the competition, which had lowered survival chances. Naturally, the harsh environment of the apocalypse also played a role; no one would waste their resources on petty squabbles, as those resources were vital for their survival.
Han Rui's offered price was simply too high—so high that others found it nearly unbearable. It wasn't that they couldn't afford it; it just wasn't worth it.
"Who is it? Who is so crazily sweeping up Butchers?" Guo Shao shouted angrily, pulling a girl serving him closer in the Luxury Box.
"Winnie, go tell Black Uncle to increase the difficulty of the competition as I requested. I want that Fellow competing with me to lose everything," Guo Shao fumed, throwing a group of beautiful women onto the ground to form a captivating carpet, venting his anger on top of them.
Zheng Yifan frowned as he looked at Han Rui, surprised to see this side of him.
During the auction, everything had been calm until suddenly, out of nowhere, Cheng Yaojin appeared and began wildly driving up prices for the madman, Blue Lightning, and another Gladiator known as Giant Axe.
By the end of the auction, while other Gladiators' prices barely fluctuated, these three had reached prices in the tens of thousands. This was an insane price. Previously, Gladiators auctioned after completing their competitions only fetched around 50,000, and now their survival chances were less than one in ten—possibly even lower.
"Congratulations! You have acquired Gladiator No. 1. Due to regulations, the Organizing Committee has decided to provide each Butcher with a suitable weapon; other equipment must be supplied by sponsors." The announcement was brief but clear.
Essentially, Bloody Storm would no longer provide additional support equipment and would only offer basic weapons. Normally, the Organizing Committee would supply some gear for them to choose from to increase their survival chances.
Now, this stingy Organizing Committee wouldn't even part with that little bit.
As the announcement concluded, there was a faint crackle of electricity, and suddenly the competition arena began to change. The area where Gladiators had showcased their skills was now engulfed in flames. Waves of fire complicated all pathways, turning the entire arena into a maze of flames. The original strategic buffer had been completely consumed by fire; the pathways within were too narrow. Even if they gathered together, they would suffer from oxygen deprivation and dizziness that would hinder their combat performance.
"Shameless! Utterly shameless! They clearly don't want the Butchers to win," Han Rui exclaimed in rage as he smashed his coffee cup into pieces. Of course, he had already drained it completely.
"Don't be angry; it's just an increase in flames. It won't affect us much and might even help us," Zheng Yifan pointed at a nearby box. Han Rui's flushed face from anger began to look more appealing as his scars slowly faded back to their original state—no longer so grotesque.
"Alright, the Fellows are already here. You should think about how to explain this to the madman. I want to recruit these people; I don't want them to be mere toys kept in a cage," Zheng Yifan said calmly.
"Don't worry. We aren't a fixed force; we have no enemies. As long as there's wealth, it's easy to Attract newcomers. It's not like we're sending them into a Zombie horde to fight for their lives," Han Rui seemed to imply.
"You handle these matters. Personally, I admit I'm quite lazy and don't want to manage many things. I'll leave it all to you." Zheng Yifan had no choice; he still needed to run back and forth and prepare a large amount of supplies. He didn't have time to manage the team.
"Ding dong." At that moment, the doorbell rang, and a gentle voice came from outside: "Hello, I am a staff member from Bloody Storm Arena. I have brought the slave you purchased. May I ask if you would like to check it now?"
Hearing the voice, Han Rui's brow furrowed noticeably.
"Come in." Before Han Rui could organize his thoughts, Zheng Yifan had already let them in.
The first person to enter was a girl over 160 cm tall, with fair skin and delicate features; her slender figure was truly captivating.
"Sir, this is the slave you purchased. Please check it." The girl respectfully handed over a list, then glanced at Han Rui beside her. Tears began to flow down her cheeks uncontrollably. However, she couldn't say anything out of turn before receiving confirmation of the delivery; that was the rule, and violating it would lead to death.
After counting the number, Zheng Yifan nodded and signed his name on the receipt. Ever since inheriting the powers of Captain America, his memory and vision had improved significantly; he could now recognize each of them by name.
The girl seemed to have something more to say, her tears falling like pearls onto the floor tiles, breaking one's heart. After a long while, Zheng Yifan noticed that she hadn't left and her eyes were still red.
"Sir, how much did you pay for Sister Han? I... I can buy her back for double the price, or even..." The girl bit her lip hard: "Even if you want me to accompany you, just please let Sister Han go; she's just a poor soul."
Suddenly, tears streamed down her face again as she looked at Han Rui with longing in her eyes.
"What is all this?!"
While Zheng Yifan was lost in thought, a madman in the crowd suddenly knelt down with a loud thud and knocked his head three times on the ground before Zheng Yifan: "Sir, as long as you spare President Han and give my former brothers something to eat—a way to survive—I am willing to charge into battle for you and join the Suicide Squad."
In the Gathering Place, the name Suicide Squad was anything but good; it was something only those who had nothing left to live for would consider.
Their target was the city, and with a resolute mindset, they rushed into the urban landscape to steal what their master desired.
The success rate was abysmally low—almost nonexistent—but the spoils kept drawing in the Big Shots, who continued to funnel resources into this bottomless pit.
Gladiators, those willing to pledge their loyalty, often took on the role of leaders within the Suicide Squad.
“Stop! Everyone, listen up! What do you mean you want to buy Han Rui? What makes you think I’ll let her go? Have you even asked her? Does she want to go with you?” Zheng Yifan shouted angrily, then gestured for Han Rui to close the door.
With a loud bang, the door shut, and the sounds from inside could no longer be heard outside. The walls had ears, but such things would never happen in the Luxury Box of Bloody Storm Arena; that was guaranteed.
“Sir, I used to be Sister Han’s secretary. It was only because Sister Han took care of me that I managed to survive. My life belongs to Sister Han. Without her, there would be no me today.” The girl’s eyes were filled with tears. “Seven Before, I’ve saved up a hundred Zombie Crystal s to redeem Sister Han from the Slave Trader. Who knew you would buy her instead?”
At this point, Han Rui, who had been tearful just moments ago, suddenly broke into a smile and covered her mouth tightly.
“Sir, Sister Han is a good person. She has so many terrifying scars on her face.” The girl’s voice grew quieter. “What do you think of me? I can serve you in any way you want. I’ve received professional training and I’m still pure; I will definitely satisfy you.”
Hearing this, Zheng Yifan turned pale. Was he now seen as a ruthless villain? This script was all wrong! Wasn’t he supposed to be a savior in a godlike stance? How had he become a bully tormenting an innocent girl?
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