Chapter 335

The roar almost lifted the roof of the whole fight hall, and it was like stepping into Purgatory. All ghosts roared. Fortunately, the admission regulations do not need to carry weapons and guns. Otherwise, the mercenaries supporting different players must not hesitate to draw their guns at each other.

Even so, someone fought.

On the stands to Qin Fei's right and West, the two groups of people were like two groups of hungry wolves who met and were hostile in the field, wrestling and fighting together.

Both sides went into battle shirtless, perhaps from the mercenary regiments of different players. No one wants to see his comrades in arms being beaten to blood and flying on the field. Everyone wants to go into battle in person.

The government troops in charge of the guard and the guards of the animal camp rushed up, and the batons and butt of the gun rained down.

Knock one down and drag it out like a dead dog.

Knock down a pair, just like throwing slaughtered pigs in the slaughterhouse, throw them into the carriage under the grandstand, throw a foot of the accelerator and drive directly out of the hall.

Life and death fight on the field, and blood flies off the field.

The smell of wine, sweat, smoke, blood and feet, as well as the smell of corruption in the air brought by the muggy weather in the tropics, are all mixed together, like a high concentration stimulant, stimulating everyone's adrenal hormones.

At this time, Qin Fei understood why the irregular fighting competition in the animal camp was called hell fighting and death fighting.

Every face is distorted at this time, filled with the fear of death, the madness of bloodthirsty, and the worship of killing!

Qin Fei can find something that is not easy to see but common at the moment on the faces of everyone watching, including, of course, those chiefs and rich people who used to be polite in suits, or solemn and dignified outside the court - the cold and terrible side.

Those faces faintly in the smoke, the fear aroused by cruelty, the excitement stirred by blood, mixed in the hoarse voice of the throat.

The fierce scene stimulated some human nature. The chief threw away his headscarf and the rich took off his coat. Everyone tore off his usual disguise, causing the sediment of killing impulse accumulated in the blood for thousands of years to rise.

This is also the most primitive human nature.