Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The tide of the game turned, 15 to 7.

"good very good."

Renault leaned against the wall and laughed heartily.

This situation is not good.

Anderson looked at his group and saw two burdens who, combined, didn't even count as one person.

44, 45, 44... they were all still wearing combat uniforms.

As she counted the remaining enemies, Lin Yumo sensed something was wrong. She was currently level 45, and with her combat suit, she was quite strong. However, with so many opponents, it would be difficult to protect Zhou Jieyu and the others.

It seems the only option left is for her to self-destruct!

Try your best to hold these people off for your master.

"Young Master, we..."

Renault waved his hand impatiently and said, "You guys fight first, keep them occupied, I'm going to find my father!"

After saying that, he flew away.

It flew away.

"..."

What the heck is going on?

Everyone looked at each other.

"Heh." Anderson laughed. Renault's gone, and you bunch of dogs think you can stir up trouble now.

"on!"

He shouted, his energy sword clearing the way, and the mechanical cannons that opened up behind him fired incessantly.

Another chaotic battle broke out, much to the dismay of those who had been summoned by Renault.

Steamed bread slices.

"what."

"what--"

Renault naturally headed towards Fitch's office.

In his view, nothing else mattered as long as he put his father's orders first in order to gain credit. His father told him to go and check on the situation in the office, so he went to check immediately.

As for the others, wouldn't it be better if they could stall for time?

ruins.

When Renault arrived, all he saw was ruins and corpses everywhere.

He circled in the sky once and found the hole that Anran had dug, which was right near Fitch's office.

The underground chamber—should we go down, or not?

Renault is conflicted.

There were no more petals for him to pick. After hesitating for a moment, Renault decided not to go down. What if he died?

My life is more important.

Just as he was about to return to the place, he received another call from Fitch.

"Where are you now?"

“Father, I’ve just arrived near your office.”

"Get down directly."

"Yes Yes."

Reno nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, then sighed inwardly, as if something had happened. He heard intermittent roars in Fitch's voice.

Take a deep breath, and let it go.

Renault jumped into the hole.

In the spacious underground space, Harrison's eyes were bloodshot. Lost in a hallucination, he was constantly suppressing his anger. He absolutely couldn't act rashly now, even though he could sense his sister was right beside him. He had to stay calm, or he wouldn't be able to avenge her.

The muscular Fitch tossed aside the bracelet that wasn't in the interference band. Around him lay a pile of dead insects, their blood splattered everywhere—disgusting, but the pungent smell made it impossible for Harrison to find him.

The person ranked first on the bounty list must have some ability.

Although his robust body didn't have explosive muscles, it was incredibly powerful. Fitch felt it when the two collided; it was rock hard, like hitting steel, and slippery at the same time.

What an desirable body!

He took a deep breath, the scent of youth surging through his nostrils.

My body felt increasingly hot.

Blood is boiling, muscles are burning.

I want a real, hand-to-hand combat between men!

This is not an illusion; it's just a side effect of activating muscle mode.

After believing in the "devil," Fitch gained power.

However, the price for this power was far too high, so high that Fitch did not want to bear it anymore.

Since we've already embarked on the wrong path, we might as well try even more tricks on it.

"Do you know why I founded the Twin Towers Colosseum?" Fitch's voice came from all directions.

Harrison's eyes, which had been gradually clearing, reddened again.

“I have no interest in knowing, nor do I need to know. What you did is none of my business. The only reason I’m still alive is to kill you!” Harrison gritted his teeth.

"Even though you don't want to hear it, I still want to say it."

Then tell me, I want to hear it.

Anran, who had slowly walked over, was facing Fitch, but her attention was more focused on the bald man hiding in a ball.

At that moment, he suddenly threw a bomb out.

The head-on collision directly reduced the bald man's health by more than 4000 points. The bald man, who valued his life, actually dissipated his energy and immediately disappeared into the pre-set defensive array.

He let the unperturbed tape recorder and player do their thing, showing no intention of coming up with a solution.

All that fighting to the death is just to buy time, isn't it? You can't get in from here anyway, so two more hours will be enough.

The bald man sat down on the ground and readily began to enjoy Anran's treasured videos.

"..."

Okay, you can watch it if you want.

Anyway, the mission only says to beat Fitch to death.

I didn't expect to trigger the hidden storyline [Yin Yang Face - Part 1] as soon as I walked over. I'm so lucky!

He thought to himself with a sense of peace and contentment.

"Let me tell you something interesting. Don't you think the time your sister was arrested is very close to the time the Twin Towers Colosseum officially opened?"

"You locked my sister in the arena..."

“Of course not.” Fitch interrupted Harrison directly. “How could I possibly throw such a delicate woman into a filthy arena? Her soul and body are so pure; it would be such a waste to have her defiled.”

Fitch raised his hands, as if in praise of the sun.

However, his muscular body was anything but aesthetically pleasing.

"you……"

"Be patient, I'm just about to start."

That's right, don't interrupt now, you can interrupt later.

Harrison finally stopped talking.

"Each round of the Twin Towers Colosseum will produce an escapee. These escapees have endured a long period of killing, and regardless of how they successfully reached the exit, they all have something commendable about them. Whether it is their strong mentality or their strong physical abilities. The contestants are all notorious villains, and they are much stronger than ordinary people from the start, so the people selected are more in line with my requirements."

An Ran's gaze suddenly fell on the metal frame behind the red light.

Candlelight, copper pillars, and copper pipes that come together.

Harrison's voice was deep: "You killed them all?"

“Of course, how can we not make good use of such good fertilizer?” Fitch licked his lips, entering that mentally unstable state again. “Each of them has at least 50 lives on their hands. In the entire deep space, no matter which country they're in, the only outcome for them is the death penalty. What a waste! Rather than just giving them a quick death, we should use them as fertilizer for their new bodies. Such fertilizer is hard to find. Resilient spirit and vigorous blood are the best materials for accelerating growth.”

"..."

Why does this sound like someone talking about Jin Ke La (a traditional Chinese medicine)?

Anran couldn't say too much about what Fitch had done.

To say he's playing with life and disrupting the harmony of nature?

But many people see this as cruel, and believe that such villains should not be shown mercy.

Whether something is right or wrong, the conclusions drawn from different perspectives will always differ.

"So my sister was also used as fertilizer?"

“That’s right! Because of the special nature of the soul, your sister was top-grade fertilizer, allowing the new body to take shape by 10% in an instant. It’s truly incredible,” Fitch exclaimed. “But…”

He pointed and said, "What's even more amazing is you!"

The voice was passionate and stirring.

"Because of the rebel uprising, I had to send my nascent body into battle ahead of schedule, even at the risk of failure. But thankfully, you've arrived. With your unique characteristics, if you can become fertilizer, most of the nascent body's weaknesses will be overcome. Moreover, you can reunite with your sister then, wouldn't that be wonderful! Hahahaha..."

Unrestrained laughter instantly filled Harrison's brain. Fertilizer, fertilizer, fertilizer...

These two words are all I can think of.

Even everywhere you look, the word "fertilizer" is floating around.

My sister was used as fertilizer, and they even want him to become fertilizer too!

Ha ha ha ha...