Ninth class citizen

Chapter 286 Master Nan

Han Lei suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

Was I the person they were talking about?
Death? No, I think I can still be saved.
Those men carried him onto a stretcher and through an inconspicuous little door on the side of the arena.

That's the internal passageway leading to the Gladiator's Cemetery.

"You've gone to the wrong place," Han Lei said weakly.

"Don't worry, it won't be wrong." The lead worker said in a muffled voice, "By the time we finish digging the pit, you'll be almost dead. We've already thought of the inscription: He hated that fifth-tier berserk star-armored tortoise because its teeth had too wide gaps."

This joke, which wasn't exactly funny, elicited a burst of laughter from the other two people.

Han Lei didn't laugh. He was so cold that his only remaining hand unconsciously went into his pocket, only to be pricked hard by something.

The stinging sensation was almost negligible for Han Lei at the moment.

But then he had an idea, grabbed the little guy who caused the accident, and pulled it out of his pocket.

It was a small gold crystal syringe. The slender alloy needle had been bent into an arc during the fierce battle, but it still did not affect its use.

Han Lei quickly inserted it into the side of his neck, using his last bit of strength to push the injection all the way in.

The next second, his pupils contracted slightly, and his body tensed up, like a taut bow.

"Sigh, he's already like this, and we're just wasting a whole vial of medicine." The person walking beside the stretcher shook his head and reached out to pull the empty syringe from Han Lei's neck.

He was about to toss it away when he caught a glimpse of the writing on it out of the corner of his eye, and his movements froze instantly.

"Level 1 C Universal Gene Repair Agent." He read it aloud, word by word. "There's no signature. It must be the work of Master Stephen, right?"

"Impossible!" The staff member at the front said without turning his head, "I've been in Blackthorn for over ten years and I've never seen a Grade C gene repair agent. Even Master Stephen can't. He can only synthesize a few Tier 1 Grade D general-purpose repair agents occasionally, and they were all bought up by the higher-ups at high prices long ago—Tier 1 Grade C, you really dare to dream!"

The man who had been there earlier quickly ran two steps and held the empty syringe in front of the leader's eyes:
"See! I wasn't lying to you, Master Stephen's abilities must have improved!"

"You need to really examine your eyes. You can't even recognize such an obvious fake—whether it's Master Stephen or Mr. Townsend, they would definitely sign their names when synthesizing the potion, just to prevent situations like this."

"You don't know, this kind of thing was quite common in the early years. Many gladiators spent a lot of money to buy this thing, but it was useless when it mattered, and they died even faster."

"How can there be such a person!" The other two staff members exclaimed indignantly, "How dare they try to cheat us at Blackthorn!"

"We definitely need to make an example of them." The leader laughed, "Back then, that group filled the monster cave, but they were gnawed to death by a bunch of sharp-toothed millet rats, leaving not even bone fragments. So they were quiet for a long time afterward, but I didn't expect them to reappear now."

"Shouldn't we report this to Steward Wu when we get back and investigate thoroughly to find out who is so fearless?"

Before he could finish speaking, the staff carrying the back of the stretcher suddenly exclaimed, "My God! Look!"

The arena staff reacted quickly. The two men in front drew their weapons the moment they heard the warning and cautiously surveyed their surroundings.

However, no outsiders, including strange beasts and humans, appeared in the dimly lit underground passage.

Finally, their gazes followed the still-shocking staff member behind them and landed on Han Lei on the stretcher, instantly leaving them speechless.

When Nan Rong woke up, the city lights were already on. The red light on her wrist bracelet was flashing, reminding her that she had to participate in the chaotic team battle in one hour; those who did not arrive on time would be executed.

In addition, there was a message from Manager Wu half an hour earlier, inviting Nan Rong to dine at the Warrior Restaurant on the 70th floor.

The competition is a small matter; the meal is a big deal.

As Nan Rong stepped into the Warriors Restaurant, the warm light flowing under the dark gold dome seemed to freeze for a moment by some invisible force.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and beer, but the clinking of heavy glasses, the scraping of knives and forks against plates, and the rough laughter and curses all seemed to be abruptly cut off by an invisible hand.

How could a low-level gladiator appear in a place where only high-ranking gladiators have the spare money to enter?

And she's a young woman with a striking figure and appearance?

Under the dim light, countless gazes lingered on Nan Rong, making no attempt to conceal their determination to win.

The burly man closest to the door stuffed a blood-red steak into his mouth, the scar on his right cheek twisting into a centipede shape as he grinned: "When did the rules for the seventieth floor change? Even low-level gladiators can come and go as they please?"

The long-faced man sitting opposite him suddenly remembered a rumor:
"I heard that Han Lei was taken down by a female gladiator yesterday, and that person became a guest of Master Tian. Could it be her?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Someone at the next table also recognized Nan Rong: "I was there at the time—this woman's subordinates are quite something, they even bewitched Master Tian, ​​and he gave her a lot of good things!"

Knowing that Nan Rong had won Master Tian's favor, most of the people present withdrew their gaze and abandoned their previous thoughts.

Master Tian is a component expert protected by the arena. Anyone who dares to cause trouble there, whether or not they can injure him, will be severely punished.

But more importantly, if you anger Master Tian, ​​you will not be able to obtain high-grade extraordinary weapons and equipment, and your strength will be greatly reduced.

In battles between high-ranking gladiators, the slightest difference can mean the difference between life and death.

The higher a person stands, the more they cherish their life.

A woman's life is definitely far more important than her own.

A man in a sharp black tailcoat approached and said, "Master Nan, this way please. Steward Wu is waiting for you inside."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

They all recognized the man who picked them up. He was the manager of Warrior Restaurant and a trusted right-hand man of Manager Wu; he would never lie.

Within the Blackthorn, there were originally only two people qualified to be called masters: Tian Xuan, the master of component construction, and Stephen, the master of gene optimization.

But now suddenly there's a Master Nan.

Those gazes that had been drawn away returned to Nan Rong, now less clingy and more calm and scrutinizing.

What special talents does this aloof-looking girl possess that make her worthy of the title of master and the respect shown to her by Steward Wu?

But if she really possesses some kind of ability that is difficult for others to match, then why is she still a junior gladiator?