"Snap."
After the host stepped off the stage, two staff members immediately went to lock the octagon cage.
That's right.
They were genuinely locking it.
The heavy, bulky padlock created an overly exaggerated visual effect, ratcheting up the tension in the atmosphere.
"Smash it, smash his damn head for me!"
Humanity's dark and evil side was on full, unrestrained display here.
Some spectators who had bet heavily on the meat grinder were shouting intensely, as if on steroids, extremely agitated.
"Click."
The spotlight shut off.
Leaving only a single beam of light shooting from above.
The sole bright spot, under the watchful eyes of everyone, two men of vastly different builds were about to engage in a life-or-death struggle within the octagon cage.
The meat grinder, with the corner of his mouth upturned in arrogance, gestured provocatively at Tie Xie with a crooked finger—an unmistakable sign of insult, clearly not taking his opponent seriously.
