Wild Mountain Hunting Ground

Inside the villa, Guo Can's action of smashing a cup drew the attention of the others.

Liu Jinxiong chuckled lightly and said, as if to comfort him, "Mr. Guo, why get so angry?"

"It's just one spot for a death row inmate. You still have two excellent fighters."

"Come, calm down. Anger harms the body."

Luo Youyi was nonchalantly trimming the ends of a cigar with his cigar cutter, then comfortably leaned back against a single sofa.

Yawning, he lazily added, "If I had known something this interesting was happening inside, I should have put a camera in the shipping container too."

Xu Jiaqi gently swirled his red wine and clicked his tongue, "Yeah, his entire back was smashed.

"Probably beaten to a pulp with bare hands, just thinking about it is terrifying."

"I have to say, Miss Zhu, you have very good luck."

"You picked such a promising one right off the bat."

Zhu Bao'er smiled faintly.

She was of noble birth, naturally beautiful, and possessed a graceful figure.

As she raised her hand to cover her mouth and smile, she appeared gentle and lovely, "Is that so? It's my first time playing here too."

Beside her, the young and beautiful rich woman Tong Peipei glanced over, "Bao'er, I'll offer double the price to transfer this person's spot to me, how about it?"

Zhu Bao'er shook her head, "Sister Peipei is joking. It's my first time here, and I got lucky. I picked someone I quite like."

Tong Peipei said no more, as it had only just begun.

Silence fell again in the villa.

Among the six people present, only Liu Jinxiong and Luo Youyi were there to watch the excitement. The other four had come to support their chosen fighters.

Each of them had bought the spot of a death row inmate from Stanley Prison.

The home appliance king Guo Can was backing Xu Shao.

The real estate tycoon Xu Jiaqi was backing Fu Yi's Du Youbang.

The young and beautiful rich woman Tong Peipei was backing the burly Lu Zhengyang.

And Sir Zhu's daughter, Zhu Bao'er, who had returned from studying abroad, had chosen Song Ren.

Due to the special circumstances surrounding the identity of the death row inmates, it was impossible for them to fight their way up from the lower and middle tiers of the boxing ring.

After all, there were too many spectators in the lower and middle tiers, and unexpected situations could easily arise.

Therefore, the death row inmates of Stanley Prison often used this place to screen for entry tickets that led directly to the top tier.

At the same time, the surveillance projection on the wall accurately switched to the scene.

A barren mountain surrounded entirely by barbed wire fences.

At the entrance to the fence, the driver, after bringing Song Ren and the other two, briefly explained the upcoming assessment method.

The three of them needed to stay in this barren mountain for at least six hours.

Those who could successfully emerge after six hours would receive an entry ticket that granted direct access to the top-tier boxing ring.

Song Ren looked up at the sparsely vegetated barren mountain under the bright moonlight.

He could see the summit almost at a glance, but under the night sky, the entire mountain looked somewhat eerie.

However, that was all there was to it.

If it was just about staying in this place for six hours, it would be too easy.

Clearly, the assessment wouldn't be that simple.

Lu Zhengyang and Du Youbang also surveyed their surroundings, and soon both looked away.

Du Youbang's expression turned grim, "What's up there?"

Even a fool could guess that if it was an assessment, it wouldn't be without any difficulty.

The driver looked at the three of them playfully, then said, "Tigers, leopards, lions, bears."

After spitting out each word, Lu Zhengyang's expression changed drastically.

Du Youbang also wore a dark expression.

Facing large beasts with bare hands? Did they think they were Wu Song from the storybooks, tired of living!

But at this moment, the driver suddenly laughed, "Sorry, just kidding."

"How could there be beasts of that caliber?"

Hearing this, they finally relaxed a little.

However, their gaze towards the driver now held a hint of suspicion.

This guy was clearly toying with them.

The driver changed the subject, "But even if there won't be those large beasts, the situation might not be much better."

"From the moment you officially enter this desolate mountain, you will have thirty minutes to prepare. Afterward, we will dispatch specially trained fierce dogs to track you using personal items you carried previously."

"Regardless of the method used, as long as you can evade them safely for six hours and successfully descend, you will have earned an entry ticket to the top-tier fighting arena."

"If you cannot evade them, or in any other circumstances, we can only offer our apologies."

Lu Zhengyang's brow furrowed, and he asked a crucial question: "How many?"

The driver glanced at him, paused for a moment, and said, "Each of you will be assigned two as your welcoming committee."

"..." Lu Zhengyang's expression immediately turned grim.

Dealing with fierce dogs barehanded, one might be manageable.

But if two well-trained fierce dogs acted in concert, it would be nearly impossible for one person to escape unscathed.

Du Youbang calmly inquired, "Will weapons be provided?"

Barehanded and armed were two entirely different concepts. If he had to face two fierce dogs unarmed in this desolate mountain with almost no cover, even if he won, he would likely sustain significant injuries.

However, being armed would change the outcome.

The driver remained silent but took out three black Claw Knives from his person.

Everyone, including Song Ren, couldn't help but frown.

Claw Knives were quite popular among close-combat weapons. Their advantages were their small size, making them easy to conceal and carry, and their curved blades, which were much more effective for slashing and cutting than ordinary daggers. They were primarily used against vulnerable areas of the human body like the neck and arteries. Their practical effect was terrifying, especially for throat slitting.

But their drawbacks were also obvious. Because the blades were short and wide, and due to their curved design, they were very ineffective for direct thrusting or stabbing. Adult fierce dogs were generally tough-skinned and thick-fleshed. Dealing with them up close using these Claw Knives would be hardly less dangerous than facing them barehanded.

It was clear that the organizers intended for bloodshed to occur.

Song Ren didn't say anything; they had no choice. He casually picked up a Claw Knife before looking up and asking, "Is it possible to reveal the breeds of dogs we'll be facing?"

The driver nodded, "Yes, they are Dobe—" He suddenly paused mid-sentence, then tapped the Bluetooth device in his ear with his index finger. Afterward, he looked up at Song Ren with a strange expression.

"The two of them will be facing adult Dobermans."

"As for you, because you killed Mr. Guo, he's temporarily upped the ante and switched your opponents to adult Pit Bulls."

"And the number has also increased by one, making it three."

"Correspondingly, if you manage to come out unscathed, besides the guaranteed entry ticket, there will be an additional bonus of one million."

Song Ren remained silent, merely glancing in the direction of the detached villa.