Ninth class citizen

Chapter 273 You Can't Protect Him

"Run, run!" Some people couldn't stand the pressure and scrambled backward, only to be intercepted by a group of people who had just rushed off the elevator.

It was because Steward Wu's trusted subordinates couldn't contact him, so they specially brought people over.

"Take them away and send them all to the roulette wheel of death." Steward Wu took the spatial button handed back by his subordinate and gave the order in a calm voice.

After everyone else had been taken away, he turned around and stood in front of Nan Rong, quietly looking at her: "Why did you save me?"

If Nan Rong hadn't released the defensive shield in time, he would have been dead just now.

“There aren’t many opportunities to make Steward Wu owe a favor,” Nan Rong said. “More importantly, Wang Feng is just too disgusting.”

“I think so too.” Steward Wu nodded, not asking why she had gained another extraordinary ability, but just smiled bitterly and said, “Just tell me what you need, or I’ll be in trouble myself and won’t be able to fulfill it.”

“Alright then.” Nan Rong didn’t ask any more questions and directly put forward a series of requirements.

From accommodation to food, clothing, and weapons, nothing was overlooked. Finally, he pointed to Ji Jun, the boy who was crouching in a corner with his head in his hands:

"I want him."

“No problem.” Steward Wu nodded: “High-level gladiators can enjoy the service of slaves. Although you are only a junior gladiator, with my permission, you can do the same.”

He called over his trusted aide, gave him a few instructions, and told him to take Nan Rong and the others upstairs. He then returned to his residence and remained silent for a long time before initiating a call request to Little Carol.

From the thirty-first floor to the eightieth floor, a full fifty floors are exclusively the domain of gladiators, divided into residential areas, dining areas, entertainment areas, trading areas, modification areas, and so on.

Nan Rong and his two companions were taken to the sixtieth floor. As soon as they got off the elevator, the floor manager approached them with a broad smile: "Brother Jin, what brings you here in person? Does Manager Wu have any instructions?"

"These are newly promoted gladiators," Jin said casually. "Arrange things for them according to the standards for intermediate gladiators."

The floor supervisor looked at the four of them with surprise, his gaze lingering on Nan Rong and Ji Jun for a moment before cautiously asking, "Brother Jin, are you sure you're not mistaken? This is the living area for intermediate gladiators. Aren't the new recruits all assigned to the 50th floor?"

"This is Steward Wu's intention—what, do you have a problem with it?"

“No, no!” he replied immediately, turning around and taking down four gladiator-specific bracelets from under the wall.

“Three,” Jin Ge reminded him, “The child in the back is her slave.”

“I knew it, how could there be such a young gladiator?” The floor supervisor nodded, then suddenly blinked: “A newly recruited gladiator can even have slaves?”

He leaned closer to Brother Jin and whispered, "Does she have some powerful connections?"

"Would someone with real backing be sent here to be a gladiator?" Jin thought to himself, but said aloud, "You talk too much."

"Yes, it's my fault for being nosy." The floor supervisor didn't dare to ask any more questions and busied himself registering various information and collecting it into his wristband.

It was during the name registration that the floor supervisor suddenly realized: "You're Nan Rong?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Nan Rong's eyes were too cold; he didn't dare meet her gaze at all, while his heart was screaming incessantly:
"Aaaaaah! This is the legendary new female slave who poisoned Brother Qiang and then single-handedly killed the fifth-tier Taram giant spider! I always thought she was a tall, burly woman!"

No matter how turbulent his heart was, he didn't show it on his face. "Wear it at all times and never take it off." He handed them the bracelets and reminded them, "You must arrive at the rendezvous point within half an hour of issuing the mission, or you will be punished. The points and Thorn Coins from victories will also be transferred to your bracelet account, which can be used to exchange for whatever you want in the Gladiator's Realm."

The four were led to a room. Nan Rong shared a room with the boy, while the two Lata Star prisoners of war lived next door to her.

"We're a bit short on rooms these days," the manager explained with a smile. "But don't worry, there will be plenty of rooms available after tomorrow night, which is the weekend. We can change rooms for you then, as long as you can survive until then."

He spoke his last words very softly, but everyone heard them clearly.

Just then, several men walked through the corridor and stopped abruptly when they saw Nan Rong.

"Manager Fang, is this also a newly promoted intermediate gladiator?" A handsome man in the center raised an eyebrow and asked, "How come I've never seen her before?"

Manager Fang's face hardened: "Why are you asking so many questions?" He said coldly, "She's not someone you can have ulterior motives towards!"

In his opinion, the fact that Steward Wu looked at Gu Nanrong so favorably meant that he must have some feelings for her.

Trying to steal a woman from the Grand Steward who controls the entire arena? He's probably asking for trouble.

The beautiful man, however, was not afraid of him. Those who lived on this floor were all resolute individuals who had risen to the top by stepping over countless corpses, and they would not take a floor manager seriously.

The rules here are very lenient. As long as they don't resist playing or try to escape, even the supervisor who has the power to use the electric shock button can't punish them at will.

Manager Fang was aware of this as well. He glanced at Brother Jin, who was standing not far away and showed no reaction, and knew that he would not intervene.

Gladiators have their own way of getting along. As long as they are there, they can't escape, so there's no need for him to intervene.

The handsome man narrowed his almond-shaped eyes, sizing up Nan Rong: "It's rare to find someone I find pleasing to the eye. Asking a few more questions isn't against the rules, is it? As for whether I have any feelings for her, how do you know she doesn't have feelings for me?"

"Alright, keep an eye on yourself." After Steward Fang left, the handsome young man stood in front of Nan Rong, lazily glanced at the trembling boy, and said in a familiar tone:
"Your brother?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he shook his head: "No, he doesn't look like him at all."

"Get out of the way." Nan Rong said impatiently, swiped her bracelet to open the door, and pushed Ji Jun inside.

"Wait a minute." The man stepped forward, blocking the door with his body. "My name is Hines, a fourth-tier fire and defense dual-elemental superhuman. I'm quite well-known around here. How about we add each other as friends?"

Nan Rong felt nothing for people who had no boundaries.

She frowned: "If you don't move aside, you'll face the consequences."

“Hey, this little beauty has quite a temper.” Hines said, then suddenly noticed the color of Nan Rong’s bracelet and said in surprise, “You’re still a novice gladiator? This is troublesome.”

Nan Rong's heart skipped a beat, and she stopped pushing the person out: "What's wrong?"

“You can’t protect him.” Hines pointed at the boy, Ji Jun: “He’s so fair-skinned and looks like that, there are plenty of people who like him.”

"So what?" Nan Rong looked at him irritably. "You're one of them too?"

The boy lowered his head and gently tugged at the hem of her clothes, his pleading expression quite obvious.

“Me? I’m clearly interested in you!” Hines laughed. “How about a deal?”