After a round in the "mall," Ji Zhengyu led Huang Xiaolong and the others to a small door.
The door wasn't locked.
He gently pushed the door.
The view opened up before their eyes.
It was a place as bright as day, illuminated by dazzling lights.
However, the air was permeated with a faint smell of blood.
Like a stepped classroom layout, underneath was a field the size of a standard basketball court, completely enclosed by a massive iron cage. Within the huge iron cage, many smaller cages were divided.
Sitting on the terraced seats, one could look down at the situation inside the iron cage.
It was a bit like the gladiator arenas in ancient Roman movies. Nobles sat on their seats, watching slaves fighting against each other or against wild animals for their amusement.
This place was a—beast-fighting arena!
Perhaps as Ji Zhengyu said, it was the off-season now, so there were not many people in the "beast-fighting arena".
There was no one in the "iron cages" below.
