After leaving the small building, Qiji continued to walk along a road. After walking for more than ten minutes, he suddenly heard a howl. Qiji followed the curious sound.

He came to the entrance of an alley where a group of ragged men and women screamed and ran towards him.

"What are you doing?" Qi Ji looked at them rushing towards him one by one,

At this time, a whistling motorcycle rushed out of the alley. The driver was wearing a turtle's head cover, and he was carrying a Western denim jean's cow rope in his hand.

He turned the rope twice in the air and threw it to the crowd that ran away in front, tightly sucking the chest of a poor woman who could not escape.

As the motorcycle gradually moved away, the woman was dragged behind the motorcycle by a rope, screaming and struggling, but to no avail.

After a motorcycle left, more motorcycles rushed out of the alley, and no one noticed the traces at the entrance of the alley.

After the motorcycle group left, Qi Ji pulled out a trembling man from a trash can at the entrance of the alley.

He was the only smartest among the group of people who ran away just now, knowing to hide.

"What are those racing parties doing?"

"They...they are the twelve-hour army...they are going to take us to the dark fighting arena...and let us die!" After saying that, the man pushed Qiji away and ran away. As soon as he rushed to the road, he was hit by a roaring truck.

"Dark Fighting Arena?" Qi Ji chewed these words, and seemed to have heard it somewhere just now. "It seems that the miracle of tonight is to transform into a gladiator of justice, and he can also take revenge. Do you know why? They just shot my spine and stained my skirt."

...

After getting separated from Qiji and Ivan, Eddie sat worriedly on a bench on the side of the road. He felt that he was too cowardly when he ran away just now, and he actually ran so fast.

There were more than a dozen headless corpses piled up next to his bench. These people tried to kill Eddie and were killed by Venom.

"Why don't you stand up and chase those poor outlaws?" Venom's head emerged from Eddie's shoulders, "Go and kill them all and eat them all into your mouth like nuts."

"No, no, I'm not as bloody as you," Eddie glanced at Venom, "I'm a good citizen, remember? I'm the chief reporter of Global Daily.

And, I approached Deadpool entirely because he had the ability to expose Lucas's crimes! He could help us! Because I knew he was certainly not a villain."

"Although I like the mercenary named Wade, I still want to eat his head... Find a chance to give me a taste, anyway, he can still grow one, right? It's like a buffet."

Venom said as she licked her lips with her long tongue.

"Stop your evil fantasy," Eddie said, "We just have to wait until seven in the morning and then we can start looking for Deadpool and Ivan."

"Why not look for it now?"

"Because you'll kill a bunch of people, do you understand? And we'll have a lot of trouble, I hate trouble." Eddie said, and put his hands on his chest and leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

"You are so calm, coward." Venom slowly retracted his head back into his body.

...

Ivan wandered on the streets, and he had no weapons on him now.

Along the way, many people raised firearms at him, but he had nothing to do. Instead, the attackers of him were one or two so scared that they pissed and shouted something like that.

Tonight Ivan successfully made many people believe in God.

His only goal now is to find his lost friends. He feels like he has lost a lot of fun by himself.

The main reason was that there was no trace of all the words in his ears, and he suddenly felt empty.

At this time, a roar of the engine came from the street far behind him.

Ivan turned around and saw a bunch of Harley motorcycles rushing towards him. The motorcycle riders were shouting "Hey Ha Hey Ha" like Western cowboys.

"Look, there is a lonely pony there! He is mine! Hey ha!"

One of the leaders of the motorcycle team was wearing Mickey Mouse's mask. He took out a cow rope from his body, turned around in the air with one hand and threw it at Ivan.

The rope fell on Ivan's position, but it directly penetrated Ivan's body and fell to the ground.

"?" The person who threw the rope rubbed his eyes, thinking that something was wrong with his eyes.

Amid the ridicule of the crowd, the motorcycles had surrounded Ivan. Behind the motorcycle team, dozens of people who were screaming were dragged, all of whom were unlucky, who were trapped by the scumbags with ropes.

Qiji is inside too.

Although he didn't feel that it hurts when he was rubbed on the ground, he pretended to be very painful when he saw the other people's expressions so painful.

"Ah! It hurts so much! I'm almost out of here! Ah!" Qi Ji's scream attracted the attention of a motorcycle rider. He got out of the car and hit Qi Ji's face with the handle of the pistol.

"..." Ivanhuan looked at the group of people around him, "What are you going to do?"

"Take you to a good place, and if you refuse, we'll consider breaking you here."

"Okay, I'll go with you." Ivan glanced at Qizhi, then a cow rope was put on Ivan's body.

Afterwards, he was dragged behind the motorcycle, like everyone else, and toward his final destination.

"Hey! Driver Ivan, I didn't expect to meet you here! Let's do asphalt surfing together!" Qi Ji looked at Ivan who was dragged away like himself in surprise.

Qi Ji's quilt was placed in a different position than others. He was quilted around his neck. Now his neck was almost broken, but this could not stop him from speaking.

Ivan felt a little painful when he looked at his expression: "Yes...but Mr. Wade... I'm so painful now. Can we chat when we get to the place?"

"Oh, of course, do you want to know how I was caught by them? You know, I will definitely not be caught by them. Because they shot my spine, I must kill them all, and do you know what the place we are going to next? That place is called the Dark Fighting Arena, which sounds quite interesting. I happened to have not used my hands and feet well for too long, and I felt a little uncomfortable. This time I went to see if there was any underground boxing champion who could fight me back and forth. I also planned to destroy this group called the 12-hour army. They were really careless. Many innocent people died. Damn, they were even more bastard than me. I just happened to be able to kill them and empty their treasury so that I could have money to travel around the world. Do you know where I want to go the most..."

"Well..." Ivan closed his eyes and continued to endure the pain.

...

The motorcycle team finally stopped.

"stand up!"

A pair of rough hands pulled Qi Ji up, untied the rope locked around his neck, and took away the pistol, dagger and samurai sword on his body.

"Hey, be gentle, those things need to be kept well. They are my baby, and your wife will definitely not like you so rudely." Qi Ji said, and the next second he was hit hard in the face.

"Oh my god, your punch is so powerful. I have written your name on the 'Deadpool' list of gangsters who must kill.' Hey, what's your name?" Qi Ji said, pointing to the man wearing the horse man Bojake hood that he had just started.

As a result, Qi Ji was punched again.

Sixteen people were dragged all the way, three of whom were strangled by ropes and strangled to death. The remaining thirteen were tied up and sent to a building like prisoners like an auditorium.

After entering here, there was a scent of blood. People wearing masks of various colors were surrounded by people. It was vaguely vaguely that Qiji could still hear the sound of the microphone amplifier, and someone seemed to be saying something.

Soon, Qi Ji and others had a cloth bag on their heads, and then they were taken to a place all the way, and the harsh noise of the microphone became louder and louder along the way.

It took a few minutes before the cloth bag on their heads torn off.

The dazzling light made Qi Ji subconsciously squint his eyes. After a brief adaptation, he opened his eyes.

He was on a platform similar to a stage, and there was a boxing ring in the center of the stage, and the boxing ring was covered with blood.

There were thirty or forty poor people in the same situation as him. He looked at the hundreds of cheering audiences on the audience stage.

Each of them dresses differently, including social elites, casual sports, and student outfits... The same thing about them is that everyone wears strange-shaped head hoods on their heads to cover their ugly faces.
Chapter completed!