Ninth class citizen

Chapter 280 That arrow was too fast
There were other intermediate gladiators in the corridor, who all gave Nan Rong a mocking look and pointed and gestured at her from a distance.

Nan Rong didn't bother with them.

"Tuanzi," she called out.

The next second, a 3D holographic map of the arena appeared in my mind, with a room at the end of the 65th floor marked in bright red.

Nan Rong patted the door opposite hers and found that the two Lata Star prisoners of war were not in the room.

Unfortunately, her bracelet hadn't yet been updated with their communication methods.

From the moment Manager Fang saw Nan Rong get off the elevator, she tried to keep a low profile and avoid being noticed, but Nan Rong still managed to grab her.

"Whose room is 6501?" she asked in a cold voice.

"It's better if you don't know," Manager Fang said helplessly. "Manager Wu's influence can protect you, but what about others?"

"So, it's those same people from before?" Nan Rong said coldly.

"That's not what I said."

Before he could finish speaking, the girl had already disappeared from his sight.

Room 6501 was over 150 square meters and its interior was quite luxurious, much better than the residences of Nan Rong and others.

Ji Jun was curled up on the carpet in the living room like a tattered rag doll, his face and body covered with bruises of blue, purple and red.

A shoe with a sole studded with alloy steel nails slammed heavily onto his ribcage. The boy could only convulse in pain, too weak to even open his eyes.

Behind him, two prisoners of war from Lata were being forced to kneel on the ground.

Their arms were dislocated, their faces were bruised and swollen, but their heads and necks were still stubbornly raised, and they kept cursing angrily.

Sitting in the middle, Yud was not angry. He gently twirled a dark red dagger in his right hand, his single eye slightly narrowed, and a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Have you finished cursing?" He leaned forward and lightly brandished the short knife near Ji Jun's eye. The overly sharp blade immediately cut the outer eyelid, drawing out a trickle of blood.

The boy's body trembled slightly again.

"You beast!" The officer trembled with rage. "Let him go! He's just a child!"

“Hehehe.” Yud laughed loudly: “There are no children in the Blackthorn. If a slave wants to survive, he must learn to serve his master.”

He kicked Ji Jun on the ground: "I'm a man of principle. I brought him here just to help him get used to life here as soon as possible—but you two are different."

Yud stood up, walked up to the officer, and with the hand holding the powered left arm, yanked his hair hard, forcing him to tilt his head back.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. But if you ruin my and my brothers' fun, don't expect to leave here unscathed."

"Pah!" The officer spat a mouthful of blood onto him, his neck stiff. "If you have the guts, kill us, otherwise you'll definitely die at our hands!"

“Oh dear.” Yud’s lips curled up even more. He looked up at the other intermediate gladiators in the room: “He’s threatening us, are you scared?”

"Hahahaha!" Everyone laughed.

The tall, thin man with the afro said, "The last person who dared to threaten Brother Youde was swallowed whole by the giant centipede. He screamed so pitifully before he died—I wonder what he'll run into this time."

“Two Tier 4 Blade-Armed Royal Scorpions were just delivered yesterday. I heard they’re quite particular about how they eat people, cutting them into pieces first and then eating them slowly. I’d really like to see that,” another gladiator said.

"What was that saying again? Very ceremonial, isn't it?" the man with the afro chuckled, looking down as he asked, "So, how was the script we picked for you? Pretty thoughtful, right?" "This is the Blackthorn Arena!" another prisoner of war, Piron, raised his head and shouted, "We are legitimate gladiators—they won't let you do whatever you want!"

This time, everyone laughed even louder. Some people even exaggeratedly bent over, clutching their stomachs, and couldn't straighten up for a long time.

“We’re all law-abiding citizens.” Yud placed his foot on Pirang’s back, pressing down hard, and said as the latter groaned.
"But if you yourselves had your tendons severed and couldn't get on the field in time, what do you think they would do?"

"Help you get revenge? Don't be naive! At that time, your only remaining use will be to make use of the remaining value of this body and let those monsters have a good meal - we've seen this kind of thing many times, and no one will be an exception."

Yud turned and sat back on the sofa, continuing, "As for this slave, he's better off than you all. He might even be able to come with me to the high-class area and live a good life!"

"You're dreaming!" the officer exclaimed, his eyes blazing with fury.

The man with the afro smiled slightly, squatted down, grabbed the man's limp hand, and a long, bronze-colored metal blade emerged from his fingertips, slashing down heavily.

After one, they switched to another.

The prisoners of war beside them also suffered. Both endured the pain without uttering a sound.

"Tsk tsk tsk, they're quite stubborn." Yud shook his head, somewhat disheartened: "Drag them on, drag them on, it's really a downer."

"The person is indeed here." A woman's voice suddenly rang out at the doorway, and it sounded somewhat familiar.

"You, you, you, how did you get in!" Everyone turned around hurriedly, only to see that the heavy alloy door had somehow slid open, and a woman with a cold face walked in steadily.

Yud remembered the voice. His lips curled slightly upward, and his tongue unconsciously licked his lips.

He leaned back heavily on the sofa, his hands loosely draped over the backrest, and said, "Let her come over."

Everyone recognized her as well. The surprise on their faces faded, replaced by amused smiles. They made way for the three people on the carpet.

Nan Rong walked past the prisoners of war from Lata Star with an expressionless face and stood directly in front of Youde.

"Did you do this?" she asked. "Were they involved too?"

"So what if it is?" Yud spread his hands. "Only the powerful are qualified to own slaves, aren't they?"

The other gladiators chimed in, "Big brother is absolutely right!"

"We're only refusing to touch you because of Steward Wu!"

"You can go and make a scene with him, but the steward is very strict about rules and won't do anything to Brother Youde!"

"How about, after Steward Wu has had his fun, you consider our eldest brother?! Our eldest brother?!"

As gasps of alarm echoed through the room, Yud's body was completely enveloped in blue-purple lightning.

A charred, round hole appeared in the very center of his forehead, from which dense currents crackled and spread to every corner of his body.

Yud opened his only remaining eye wide, his gaze still filled with disbelief.

How could anyone dare to shoot him openly in front of so many people?
And how could her arrows be so fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to react? He was clearly just a novice gladiator!
He made a hoarse sound as his body slumped onto the sofa in frustration.

The room fell silent instantly. A dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on Nan Rong, as if trying to find a flower on her face.