48 Hours a Day

Seven to one, that's nothing suspicious in Black Tail Serpent's eyes.

People like them who mix the streets, who are afraid of bullying hard is a basic survival skill, maximize victory outcomes when they have an advantage, and clamp their tails when they are disadvantaged.

Only by fully adapting to the environment can those who decide their actions according to the environment survive this land of chaos and sin. If the area of Piazza Tulachen to the palace is a symbol of the light and prosperity of Rome, then this is the dark and corrupt side of Rome, full of the poor struggling on the warm line.

Hard hearts are not derogatory words, but essential qualities for survival.

Therefore, the target of the first guy who rushed up with the nail hammer was also clear, Zhang Heng's arm. Once the other hand was scrapped, there was no room for resistance. After that, the other party could only let them fish.

The guy with the nail hammer thought he was kind enough to avoid Zhang Heng's key points. Of course, the main reason is that it is daytime after all, even though this place lacks effective security forces, they will still have trouble getting people killed.

Instead, he saw the guy in front of him, not backing in, rushing straight into his arms.

The person holding the nail hammer also did not know why, when the two collided, the difference in size was not too great, but the next moment his body flew directly out.

Ever since joining this amazing game, Zhang Heng has been active in fitness, and his time in reality is doubled. So far, he has played well on the bottom. Although he can't compare to Bach and Terrifilos, he can already be described as superior compared to the vast majority of people, and he is by no means randomly pulled out by a little gangster. Plus, this copy has undergone Gabi's devil training.

Zhang Heng had a hard collision, directly crashing his opponent out, falling on a fruit stall beside him, smashing the stall there, but then the second person rushed over, and he was still with his partner.

Both were former underground gladiators.

The so-called underground gladiators are gladiators who do not perform in the arena, and are generally people whose strengths are not sufficient to become full gladiators, such as free men who fail the final assessment, who cannot continue to stay in gladiator schools, or gladiators who are too old to retire, for example, who have suffered some injuries before and whose strengths are absent, but who want to continue earning money in this industry, thus becoming underground gladiators.

The venues for their performances are more casual, setting up a stage at random, or finding an alley to host an underground gladiator show, with a larger audience of poorer civilians and even slaves, and, like formal gladiator performances, the organizers usually support betting, while being more open by the rules to accommodate viewership requirements.

Without professionalism, for example, weapons can be much more liberal, and even bloody performance projects like the Death Wars, so those who have been underground gladiators and are able to retreat will generally have two brushes.

These two are also the most likely to be fought by the Black Tail Snake group, many of whom had previously taken the hard wars by their own hands, and whom the Black Tail Snake gave high hopes.

The next scene, however, was a severe blow to his face.

Usually with two enemies, four or even two underground gladiators with two enemies, one of them came up with a dagger on his arm and could no longer grab the short sword in his hand.

At this time, one hand graciously helped him catch the short sword that was about to fall on the ground. Zhang Heng then held the other's attack with the short sword and kicked him in the chest, letting him roll aside.

The Black Tail Snake finally hurried, waved the rest of them up together, and they clearly acted collectively, but didn't know how to move their feet, divided them easily, and then settled them together.

Ultimately, the seven people, like the gourd doll who saved Grandpa, instead of completing the enclosure, were all knocked over and each one of them was more or less colored.

Blacktail Snake knows that his group of people kicked the iron plate today. Seven dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen dozen

“Who are you… exactly?” The Blacktail Snake's gaze at Zhang Heng became uncertain.

“Zhang Heng.” Zhang Heng did not hide it.

Blacktail Snake thought the name sounded familiar, as if he'd heard it somewhere, and his two underground gladiators reacted much faster than him, hearing the name revealed fear on his face.

“You... you are the Orientalist who won the Flavi Circular Theatre? ”

“Exactly.” Zhang Heng nodded.

“It's you!” Blacktail snake took a sip of cool air. Although they were not slaves, most of the people who lived in this place were not eligible to go to the Flavi Circular Theatre to see the performance. He had not seen Zhang Heng's battle with his own eyes, but the legend about this Orientalist had been circulating throughout Rome for some time. Even if he wanted to know the name, it would be difficult.

Whether defeating the famous gladiators or taming the buffalo empty-handed within ten moves is something unheard of, not to mention the rumors that he is the incarnation of some god.

Blacktail Snake now just regrets not recognizing each other earlier. Zhang Heng has quite a characteristic in terms of his face, but it belongs to a multi-ethnic mixed area, and foreigners also have a lot, and Blacktail Snake hasn't thought about that much for a while.

Besides, it took a lot of bad luck to hit the Flavi Circular Theatre champion.

After knowing the identity of the other party, Blacktail Snake had given up all the ideas of resistance. He was still a little self-aware. Although they dominated the number of people, they were no match for a buffalo, so it was more sensible to lie on the ground honestly.

Zhang Heng definitely didn't have any further difficulty with him. He just let them leave after he asked for his address. Blacktail snake relieved his breath. He hurried to make people lift up people who couldn't walk easily, and even rolled up and ran away.

The little slave who was watching the war seemed somewhat dissatisfied. Asked Zhang Heng, “Why let the bad guys go? ”

“Bad guy? Well, if, according to the normal definition of bad people, the people who live here are basically bad people, and they're all arrested, the Imperial Prison can't be shut down, and no one can do those low-paying, high-intensity jobs afterwards.” Zhang Heng shook his head, "evaluating a person, although there are objective criteria, should also refer to his environment. The situation here is complicated, it is difficult for a good person in the traditional sense to survive. ”

“But isn't it the job of the patrol to eliminate crime?” The little slave doesn't understand.

Zhang Heng mutterly laughed, “The patrol's job is not to eliminate crime, but to make the criminal activity more controllable. Rest assured, I did this once before, and now I just do it again. Besides, this time I have an official background. Well, this is the end of the hangout. Next, you go home, I have something to ask him. ”

Zhang Heng refers to the young man who robbed the money.