Night had fallen.
The silent Wu Shipyard seemed to resurrect from death itself.
Luxurious, magnificent, violent, and the ultimate indulgence.
The first event of the evening was a fight.
Two overly muscular men fought each other in close combat.
Their primitive fighting style, fists smashing against flesh, stirred up the spectators' zeal.
"Fight to the death!"
Nobody knew who yelled it first.
The phrase, like a lit match, ignited the fuse and exploded enthusiasm all around.
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
"It's just a life, isn't it? I'll buy it for five million!"
"5.5 million!"
"6 million!"
The bidders, increasingly thrilled, soon reached ten million!
Han Hu watched the expressions of the two men on the large screen.
Their eyes carried a fear of death, yet they dared not retreat.
They could only hit each other harder with each punch.
As long as the opponent fell, he could survive.
Jian Lingyuan watched Han Hu's expression. "You want to save them?"
