"Cough, cough, cough!" Li Changhe could not help but cough, the sensation of having his neck bitten off and his flesh torn, caused him physical discomfort.
"Gladiator...where did this material come from?" Li Changhe complained. The feeling of being bitten to death wasn't new, he had been bitten by a Tingdaros Hound. He had somewhat of resistance to this.
But the sensation of being betrayed right before the 'gladiator's' death, that was extreme.
The first thing Li Changhe did when he woke up was to slam his elbow onto the bedside table.
Subconsciously, he planned to overturn the lion that had been tearing at the 'gladiator', and then tear apart the overweight white man who had betrayed the 'gladiator'.
Li Changhe got the general idea from the 'gladiator's' words.
The two brothers must have become 'gladiators', or rather slaves, and the older 'gladiator' must have reached an agreement with the fat man, who was probably the slave master.
