Late at night.
Two days and one night had passed since Zhang Heng led the patrol team to collect public security fees from Iron Handcuff.
Iron Handcuff had also figured out Zhang Heng's identity and origin. In fact, it didn't take him that long to collect public security fees. The gladiatorial champion of the Amphitheatrum Flavium was the hottest topic in the entire city of Rome recently.
This oriental man had captured the hearts of many young girls and noble ladies.
Everyone now regretted returning his freedom to Zhang Heng so early. It was tantamount to not being able to see his heroic figure anymore. Fortunately, Mark Reuss's gladiator school advertised that Zhang Heng would be performing in the Victor Arena every month, and they were now accepting tickets to the arena.
The ticket sales of the Victor Arena suddenly skyrocketed, making Mark Reuss feel like he was walking in the wind. Zhang Heng's return not only increased the exposure of the Victor Arena, but it also allowed him to gradually gain the upper hand in the negotiation of the giant Terufelos's sale.
Yes, Terufelos had not been sold yet, and his owner had received dozens of offers. Basically, all the gladiator schools that had the ability to develop Terufelos's value had made an offer. And each offer was higher than the previous one. And the more this was the case, the more hesitant Terufelos's owner became. Maybe there would be a higher offer if he waited for a while longer.
After all, it was a seller's market now. After Zhang Heng regained his freedom, Terufelos's performance in the final battle had become the most popular gladiator in Rome.
However, after the Victor Arena released the news that Zhang Heng was about to return, the sales of Terufelos finally began to cool down. The gladiator schools did not make any new offers. Obviously, it was their turn to hesitate. After all, it was risky to bet too much on a gladiator. What's more, once Zhang Heng returned, Terufelos would lose his title as the strongest gladiator.
One should not underestimate the difference between the first and second gladiators. Just look at Sethnets and Sartonilos. Although Sartonilos also had many followers, there was a fundamental gap between the two's ability to sell tickets. It seemed that the Victor Arena would become the champion without any suspense. In order to compete for the second place, how much were the gladiator schools willing to pay?
At this time, the only one who raised the price again was Mark Reuss. However, Mark Reuss also said that he would only give the owner of Terufelos one night to think about it. Once the time was up, he would withdraw his offer and no longer participate in the competition.
Finally, after a night of deliberation, coupled with Terufelos's persuasion, his master finally accepted Mark Reuss's offer and left Rome with the money before dawn.
The other schools didn't know that Victor Arena had taken Terufelos until the afternoon. Mark Reuss had taken over the top three gladiatorial performances. His appetite was so big that it made all his peers take a deep breath.
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On the other hand, Iron Handcuff was also shocked when he learned about Zhang Heng's identity, especially after Black Mamba confessed that he and his gang were defeated by Zhang Heng. It proved that Zhang Heng's combat power was basically as strong as the rumors said. However, this did not dispel Iron Handcuff's idea of revenge. There was no other way. Losing 30% of their income was too painful for them. After all, they were just a small force. They had to take care of everything, and they did not have much money left in their hands.
Now that they suddenly lost 30% of their income, they could still handle it in the short term. However, in the long run, they would definitely have to reduce the number of people under them. As a result, the situation would further deteriorate. They would either be replaced or annexed by other forces.
Therefore, Iron Handcuff had to drive Zhang Heng out of this place. Now that he had found the reason why the patrol team behaved abnormally, as long as he drove Zhang Heng away, the patrol team could return to its previous status of a mascot. In the past two days, they had been preparing for this matter. Considering Zhang Heng's terrifying combat power, Iron Handcuff decided to avoid a head-on confrontation as much as possible even though they had a considerable advantage in numbers.
He found Zhang Heng's residence. For some reason, Zhang Heng did not live in the patrol team's station. Instead, he rented a room on the next street. He had been spending the night there alone for the past two days, giving Iron Handcuff and his gang a chance to attack him.
Of course, some of them had their suspicions. For example, Black Mamba. He was afraid of Zhang Heng, and he always felt that this matter was a little too coincidental. Why did such a good opportunity appear when they decided to take revenge on Zhang Heng? Wasn't it too much of a coincidence?
But at this time, they had no choice but to fire the arrow. Iron Handcuff arranged for two men to keep an eye on the patrol team's movements. Aris and his men were the only ones who could come to protect Zhang Heng. As long as there was no movement from the patrol team, Iron Handcuff was not worried about any accidents.
And they deliberately chose to attack Zhang Heng late at night. At this time, most of the people were asleep. No matter how powerful Zhang Heng was, he would not be able to detect their movements in his sleep. At the same time, Iron Handcuff found a guy who was good at picking locks. As long as he could sneak into Zhang Heng's room quietly, a few of them could attack him together.
Iron Handcuff's plan was perfect. The group of people had also sneaked into Zhang Heng's room. Iron Handcuff asked most of his men to stay downstairs, surround all the entrances and exits, and let the dwarf command them. After that, he personally went upstairs with eight people, including Black Mamba. The guy who was good at picking locks quietly pried open Zhang Heng's door.
The eight of them held their breaths together and looked at the figure lying on the bed. Seeing that the figure did not respond to them and was still sleeping soundly, a touch of joy appeared in Iron Handcuff's eyes. He took the lead and led the seven of them to the bed.
On the roof of the apartment building, Zhang Heng was looking down at Iron Handcuff's men, who were on high alert. A ghostly figure quietly passed through their seemingly indestructible line of defense.
Iron Handcuff's men downstairs were like blind men. They did not notice the masked ghost that completely blended into the night, allowing the figure to climb up the stairs.
Zhang Heng made a silent applauding gesture and praised, "Not bad. You are still as good as ever."
"Cut the crap. I have killed the patrol team's stalker as you requested," Phantom said. It was the voice of Dadatis. "But they are just small fries, and they are scattered all over the place. The two of us can deal with them in a few minutes. Do we need an outsider's help? Besides, the patrol team doesn't seem to be of much use."
"Humans need to grow. How can they grow if they are not given the opportunity? They are useless now, but it doesn't mean they won't be useful in the future. After all, I won't be staying here for too long," Zhang Heng said. "I neglected the patrol team before, but I didn't expect there to be some useful people among them. It just so happens that I want to see who among them is more worthy of training."
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