The three reached a consensus. Song Yan got two pills given by Liao Haifei, dragged Liao Haifei's driver to send them to Ma Yan and asked Ma Yan to hand them over.

Although Liao Haifei is now in a cooperative relationship with them, Song Yan still cannot let Liao Haifei know his mother's specific address. This is also for the sake of safety, so as not to regret it and attack his mother again.

Soon, night fell.

The game on the court is still in full swing.

The black man who was knocked down at the beginning had already fallen to the ground. The moment he lay on the ground, three or four men surrounded him and punched him. Soon, he lost his voice.

A few simple-dressed but fiercely aura immediately came on stage and dragged him down.

The blood on the field was quickly cleaned up.

The traces of black people's existence disappeared instantly.

He is not the only one here, and there are many who have the same fate as him. He was knocked down and then the body was disposed of. No one knows about him anymore, nor does anyone know what happened to him here.

Song Yan frowned when she saw it.

This game is far more terrifying than she thought.

I originally thought that the loser would be fine, but I didn't expect that these so-called winners on the field would commit atrocities on them, and I knew that the man had no sound and stopped.

Most people were red-eyed.

Song Yan was trance remembering that when she entered the battlefield, everyone around her was in this state, and she had no idea except killing.

It seems that the organizers are indeed visionary. They just want to arouse the bloodthirsty desires and desires in the deepest hearts of people through endless wars, and then observe who can keep their sanity at this moment and then select the person who can stand to the end.

The final winner in this field is not only the best physically strong person, he also needs to have strong strength and a responsive brain.

If such a person is included in the mercenary team, they will be more powerful.

The more Song Yan looked at it, the more he felt that the Black Wolf Organization could achieve today's achievements, not just talk.

"How long will the battle end?"

Song Yan felt the atmosphere became more and more intense, and the people on the field felt the breath of blood gradually became restless. If they did not stop, it would be very likely that this place would become a Shura field.

Liao Haifei shook his head: "I don't know that the battle never has an accurate stop time. It's like a war. Only by deciding the outcome can it be stopped. In this case, unless a winner appears, they will continue to fight."

Not only that, no one will withdraw after reaching a certain level.

The rules in the field are very simple and have strong freedom. A person can enter at any time or choose to exit at any time.

That is, even if you just feel tired, you can come out of the red venue.

But after the battle reaches a white-hot stage, no one in the field will retain their strength or consider retreating. The only idea in their minds is to defeat anyone standing in the field.

At all costs.

"Don't just watch the fun, pay more attention to the situation around you. There are often guys who are red-eyed and attack everyone indiscriminately. There are no protective measures between the areas, and you can only protect yourself."

Before Liao Haifei could finish his warning, a small man holding a saber rushed towards them.
Chapter completed!