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"Colosseum?"

A satisfied smile finally appeared on the old man's withered face.

“Very good. That place is the perfect place to bury the remnants of the old era.”

The Colosseum is a legendary place in New York's underworld.

It is not a fixed building, but a mobile death arena that is only open to a specific group of people at a specific time.

Behind it lies the joint control of several long-established New York underworld families.

It is the ultimate place to resolve all kinds of irreconcilable conflicts.

Here, there are no laws, no rules, only the most primal struggle of victory and defeat, life and death.

Choosing to fight here is undoubtedly a declaration to the entire New York underworld: this battle is a fight to the death.

“They are too arrogant, Master.”

Night Owl sneered.

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270: The Colosseum! A Battle of Real Men!

"They accepted our terms without even haggling. It seems that the woman named Fox was terrified by the strength we displayed, but because of her ridiculous pride, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the challenge."

"Arrogance is often the beginning of destruction."

The old man with the cane slowly stood up and gently tapped the stone slab with his bamboo cane.

"They don't realize the immense power they're facing. They're still stuck in their outdated assassination games, thinking they can dominate everything with some high-tech equipment and a few skilled killers. How ridiculous."

He paused, his voice growing even deeper:

"Pass down the order to spread the news. I want every force in New York that has the name 06 to go to the 'Colosseum' to watch. I want them to witness firsthand how the League of Assassins crumbles under the feet of our 'Truth Society,' to witness the...coronation ceremony of a new era!"

"Yes, Master!"

Night Owl accepted the order and left, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

Suddenly, the entire New York underworld was in turmoil.

"Have you heard? The Assassin's Guild is going to have a showdown with that mysterious 'Truth Society' in the Colosseum!"

"Really? Winner takes all? This is an incredible gamble!"

"The Assassin's Guild is currently riding high, but who is this 'Truth Society' anyway, that they dare to directly challenge us?"

"Shh... Keep your voice down! It's said that the 'Truth Society' is incredibly cunning. A few days ago, one of Kingpin's key strongholds vanished overnight—it was them who did it!"

"Hiss... This is going to be interesting! The tickets for the Colosseum must be going up to astronomical prices by now, right?"

Countless phone calls were made incessantly, and countless secret messages were sent out.

Whether it's the old mafia, the emerging gangs, or the intelligence brokers and arms dealers operating in the gray area.

All eyes were now focused on the bloody stage that was about to begin—

Colosseum.

This is not just a showdown between two organizations, but a dramatic reshuffling of the power structure in New York's underworld.

Everyone wants to witness firsthand who will become the new king.

……

As evening approached, the afterglow of the setting sun painted the sky a magnificent orange-red.

Located on the edge of Queens, it is an old, long-abandoned power plant.

At this moment, however, security was tight, and the perimeter was filled with all kinds of luxury cars.

Many men with unfriendly faces and fierce auras patrolled the area, warily scrutinizing everyone who approached.

This is tonight's "Colosseum".

The power plant’s enormous turbine hall has been transformed into a huge circular arena.

In the center is a huge iron cage with a diameter of over fifty meters, surrounded by tiered seating for spectators.

At this moment, the stands were already full of people; a rough estimate puts it at least in the thousands.

These people encompassed almost all the leading figures in New York's underground forces.

Some of them were dressed in suits and looked like successful businessmen.

Some were covered in tattoos and looked menacing.

Others are hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see their faces.

Without exception, each of them exuded an aura of power that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

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271: Winner takes all! All in!!

The air was filled with the scents of cigars, strong liquor, and a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood, creating an atmosphere that was both exciting and tense.

People whispered and discussed among themselves, waiting for the main character to appear.

In the most prestigious stand of the arena, the high-ranking members of the Truth Society were already waiting.

The one leading them was none other than the old man with the stick.

He was dressed in a simple gray martial arts uniform, holding a bamboo cane, and his eyes were covered with a black cloth.

He sat there expressionless, like a withered stone statue.

But an invisible aura formed around him, making anyone dare not approach him easily.

Night Owl and several other core members stood behind him like the most loyal guards.

Everyone exuded a restrained aura, yet their eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

"They're coming."

"Night Owl suddenly said in a low voice."

Three figures appeared at one of the entrances to the arena.

Leading the group was Fox, the acting leader of the Assassin's Guild.

Today she was wearing a smart black leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her stunning figure.

Her beautiful hair was tied back, her face was covered with cold frost, and her eyes were sharp as knives.

Behind her followed a man and a woman.

The woman was tall and slender, dressed in simple jeans and a leather jacket. She was extremely beautiful, but exuded a cold and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay.

The man appeared rather ordinary, dressed casually and with a lazy expression.

They seemed less like participants in a life-or-death battle and more like tourists strolling through a park.

The trio seemed somewhat out of place amidst the tense atmosphere around them.

The old man with the stick looked at them, a slight smile playing on his lips, and took the initiative to greet them.

"Ms. Fox, we've finally met."

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it reached Fox's ears clearly.

It carries with it the "generosity" and "regret" of an elder.

“I thought you would make a wiser choice. When will this cycle of revenge end? Peace is the only way forward. What New York’s underworld needs is order, not endless conflict. It’s not too late to turn back now. The embrace of my ‘Truth Society’ is always open to those with insight.”

He adopted a compassionate and sympathetic demeanor.

It was as if he launched this annexation war for the peace and stability of all of New York.

The hypocritical words made some small-time gang leaders around them, who were unaware of the truth, show thoughtful expressions.

Fox looked at the pretentious blind man in front of him, his heart filled with contempt and disdain.

She couldn't even be bothered to expose the other person's hypocrisy.

Because in the face of absolute power, any words seem pale and powerless.

She did not reveal Lin Feng and Jessica's identities, but simply treated them as her entourage.

This was also Lin Feng's intention.

Maintaining a bit of mystery before the game ends will make the process more interesting.

"Enough with the nonsense."

Fox spoke coldly, his voice crisp and resolute, instantly interrupting Stickman's performance.

"The rules have been set, haven't they? Winner takes all!"

Her gaze swept over Stickman and the Night Owl and his men behind him, filled with undisguised contempt:

"As for the losers... they are not worthy to negotiate with me."

These words are absolutely infuriating!

.....

272: Godslayer Gale!!

Such a tough and arrogant attitude instantly froze the "kind" smile on the stick-wielding man's face.

The Night Owls and others around him paled, their eyes flashing with undisguised murderous intent.

"act recklessly!"

The owl growled through gritted teeth.

"Very good, very good..."

The muscles on the old man's face twitched twice.

The feigned aura of a wise and enlightened master had vanished completely.

Instead, there was a chilling, bone-chilling murderous intent.

"Since you remain so stubborn, then don't blame us for being ruthless!"

He slammed his bamboo cane down with a loud thud, and the entire arena seemed to fall silent.

"Then let's get started!"

The old man's voice became sharp and menacing.

"Let's see what qualifications you Assassin's Guild have to refuse the embrace of 'Truth'!"

As he finished speaking, a middleman dressed in a black suit, who was acting as the host, walked to the center of the iron cage.

He cleared his throat and announced in a loud voice:

"Tonight, the Assassin's Guild versus the Truth Society! Best two out of three, the loser submits! Now, please send out your first warriors!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Truth Society...

A burly figure, as imposing as a small mountain, strode out amidst gasps of surprise.

He is over 2.5 meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, exuding an explosive sense of power.

He wore specially made alloy heavy armor, and with each step he took, the ground emitted a heavy hum.

Most striking of all was the enormous battle axe he carried on his shoulder.

The axe blade gleamed with a chilling light, and dark red bloodstains remained on it, as if it had just drunk blood.

"It's the 'Godslayer'!"

Someone in the audience gasped in surprise.

"My God, the Truth Society sent him first?!"

"This monster...it's said he once withstood the charge of a main battle tank head-on and even dismantled it!"