(Second update)
Hell Slaughter Arena.
The nine thugs exchanged glances, then tacitly surrounded Yang Ming.
From Yang Ming's young face and neat, clean attire, the thugs could tell that he was a newcomer who had only recently entered Slaughter City.
In the eyes of these seasoned veterans, newcomers were walking fat sheep. They might have some strength, but their minds were not firm enough, and their attacks were soft and weak. They were simply the easiest soft persimmons to squeeze.
Since there was such trash here, the nine of them naturally chose to eliminate Yang Ming first, then consider how to kill their "companions."
Invisible malice and slaughter enveloped Yang Ming. He stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his lips, as though he did not take them seriously at all.
Seeing Yang Ming acting like that, one particularly hot-tempered thug immediately roared:
"Good boy, you look so tender and delicate. I wonder how your flesh will taste after we slaughter you later?"
As he spoke, seemingly imagining that delicious flavor, he bared a row of teeth missing several front teeth and chuckled sinisterly.
The other eight also revealed strange gleams in their eyes and laughed along with him.
Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought they were cannibals.
But in Slaughter City, this was perfectly normal. When people were killed, they did not merely die—their flesh could even be eaten by these inhuman thugs. Some utterly deranged people would even skin their enemies whole, just to make clothes from human skin.
Was it because there was nothing to eat or wear in the inner city?
Not entirely.
As long as one entered the inner city, food and drink would be provided without limit, ensuring everyone had enough to eat and wear.
But unfortunately, after