48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng has been to Domus in Makrous, and the decor inside can be described as luxurious, but compared to Dior, it's not much different from the slums on the side of the road.

This is the gap between the outburst households and the real aristocrats.

Marcruz, who dominates the school of gladiators for the rest of his life, must also come here with a smiling face, ineligible to eat, waiting only with his slaves in the front hall. In addition to him, the owners of several other gladiator schools in Rome City are present, as well as some gladiators who have come a long way from the rest of the Empire.

The entire lobby is like a small racial expo.

Zhang Heng needless to say, his own height does not stand out in the gladiators. He immediately drowned in the crowd as soon as he stood in the corner. Bach is the strongest of the same group of newcomers, but it is not enough to put it here.

Zhang Heng even met a guy taller than a black blacksmith in a red-nosed blacksmith shop, standing there like a mythical giant race.

None of these gladiators are fuel-efficient lights. Of course, they won't be honest together. Especially knowing that they are all in the presence of their competitors tomorrow, friction will naturally increase.

In addition, the masters of these gladiator schools are also factionally divided. First, outside Rome and in Rome, one of the parties in the city is obviously large, so the outsiders spontaneously hug each other. In addition, there is familiarity and tension in the city. For example, Stachouli and Marcruz, the masters of the Unup Arena who wanted to teach Zhang Heng a lesson, had a bad relationship. After the two met, they left each other two sentences.

Stachouli also bought a group of amazing barbarians three months ago, and wanted to win a good place in a later martial arts performance. His eyes swept through Bach and others, his eyes filled with disdain, but by Zhang Heng's time, he had paused and his divine color had faded.

“Don't say I didn't warn you, Marcus, you'd better keep a few good hands in school, or your people will be killed by my men, and I'm worried that nobody will sell you tickets next, and your Victor Arena will be finished. ”

Marcus said he was smiling and smiling, "Stachouli, are you still as stupid as ever? Why, are you already scared before you hit me? If you want me to tie my hands and feet, do you think I'm going to fall for this? It's you. After this show, think about the future of Unup Arena. ”

After speaking, Makrus turned around and said to Zhang Heng and others, "Those who go to the Upper Unup Arena don't have to lay their hands on them and kill them if they can. ”

Stachouli snorted a cold hum and turned back to his gladiators and said, “Do you hear what they're saying? If you don't want to die, give me a hard hand. ”

“ ………… ”

Apart from the bitter old rivals like Markus and Stachouli, it's naturally a good thing that Markus stood with the owners of two small gladiator schools who had a better relationship with him after he talked to Stachouli about it, exchanging recent intelligence.

At the same time, there was a minor disturbance on the other side.

A gladiator from the gladiator school, not known outside the city, walked up to a mustache gladiator sitting on the stairs and said.

“Are you Satonylos? ”

The mustache gladiator didn't lift his eyelids for a second, just spit out a word, "Get lost. ”

But instead of leaving because of that sentence, he took a half-step, and he said, "You're the most famous gladiator in Rome after I heard about Sisnates, but you know what I think about that? ”

Satonillos didn't answer the phone, and he looked over-colored and impotent.

“That's because no one in this city has ever seen what a real gladiator looks like, my school of gladiators, tours every year, we go all over the country, we talk to local gladiators, we meet all kinds of powerful guys, we constantly practice martial arts, we're not like you, we're not toys for ladies and ladies, we're real fighters.” Somebody's proud.

It is also normal to see that his words have been endorsed by gladiators from many other places. Although they are all gladiators, gladiators in Rome are generally much more expensive and have better living conditions. There are many admirers. The owners of the gladiator schools have had to throw money at them. On the contrary, gladiators from outside the city, especially those travelling everywhere, not only are the conditions more difficult than those in the city, but fame and gifts are not as good as those in the city, if they do not have an idea, it is not normal.

It was strange, however, that all the gladiators in support of him had been born, but all the schools of gladiators in the city were silent, and several of the gladiators closer to him moved and moved away from them.

The gladiator named Satonylos finally raised his head.

“Then why the fuck did you come into town? ”

“Of course, to teach you a lesson and let you know where all the really good masters are...” Before the end of the conversation, Satonylos suddenly burst out of nowhere, jumped from the ground to his front, and the people were still watching over Satonylos' actions, but what he didn't expect was that the next moment Satonylos hit him directly in the face.

Someone clearly heard the broken bones of his nose, blood gushing out of the holes in those two black holes, while his body leaned back and fell to the ground, and then Satonillos rode onto him and lifted his fist.

The last scene in front of us was Satonilos' smile.

“Don't worry about your nose, because I can assure you you won't be needing it again.” Satonylos punched someone in the face, and the latter passed out.

Satonylos didn't stop, still punched and smashed, knowing that the exotic gladiator's head had been completely smashed into a piece of mud, Satonylos raised his head again, cleansed his hair with a hand full of blood, and wiped the sweat off his face with it, but this move made his face look even more crisp.

Then Satonylos photographed the dust on his body and stood up from the ground, "Now, it's finally much quieter.” His eyes were swept away by the foreign gladiators present. "Anyone else want to teach me a lesson instead? ”

The gladiators in the countryside were silent when they heard that the strong man, who seemed to be a giant, seemed a little silly, but his master made a forbidden gesture against him.