Chapter 1356: Chapter 1345: Nakta II
After a few rounds of drinks, feeling that he and Ning Fan had grown closer, Wick grinned lewdly, “Young Master Ning, want to try sothing more thrilling?”
Looking at Wick’s fawning face, Ning Fan nodded, “I’ll leave it to you, then.”
For such a fool who presented himself, Ning Fan naturally welcod it with open arms.
Amidst the reluctant farewells of the won, the two left the nightclub.
As soon as they walked out the door, Ning Fan noticed a bunch of young people gathered outside the hotel where he was staying.
“Young Master Ning, you’re a master admired by thousands now.”
Completely ignoring Wick’s flattery, Ning Fan wore a dark expression, he had no interest in being this so-called master.
Even though among these people, many beauties boldly expressed their wishes to spiritually and physically unite with Master Ning right on the street.
“Of all things to make up, they choose a dump. My lifeti of glory!”
Fortunately, up to now, aside from knowing Ning Fan’s na, only a few knew his face.
These people hadn’t realized that Ning Fan was not far from them.
“The hotel is no longer an option.”
For these people to find here, apart from Asutu, who else could be blad?
Amidst Ning Fan’s grumbling, the two finally arrived at the thrilling place Wick ntioned.
“Isn’t it just an underground boxing match!”
Seeing Wick’s face bright red with excitent, Ning Fan curled his lip disdainfully, wishing he’d stayed with the girls instead.
The strict laws of Ancient Sky City curbed residents’ personal fights.
But no matter how much it’s curbed, the passion of martial artists couldn’t be suppressed.
Hence, the birth of the underground boxing matches, for the audience to vent their hidden brutality.
Unlike Earth’s underground matches, here, besides official matches, it’s also a place to settle private scores.
If you have a grievance, settle it, if you have a vendetta, resolve it, but once on stage, one must die.
The victor not only wins a large prize, but also escapes the Code of Law’s punishnt.
“Doesn’t the City Hall know about this place?”
Though called an underground boxing arena, the structure is above ground.
Not only built openly on the ground, but it’s also luxurious and grand.
Wick answered without hesitation, “Of course, they know.”
“Then why not shut it down?”
“Heh. This is Nakta II’s territory, how could City Hall dare to investigate here?”
Noticing Ning Fan’s confusion, Wick quickly explained, “Nakta II is the only son of the Pharaoh.”
“Then he’s the City Lord’s son!”
Silently thinking, Ning Fan asked, feigning nonchalance, “Is he here?”
“That guy’s off capturing slaves.”
Hearing such a definite response, Ning Fan asked curiously, “How do you know so much?”
The earlier conversation clearly showed the two were at odds.
One was the Pharaoh’s only son, the other the eldest grandson of the High Priest.
Both top scions of Ancient Sky City, compounded by an inherently discordant family relationship.
Like two tigers that can’t live on the sa mountain, how could they easily know each other’s whereabouts?
Wick laughed disdainfully, “Who in Ancient Sky City doesn’t know, that II’s favorite hobby is hunting.”
“Hunting?”
“He captures people outside the city, then brings them back here to be gladiators…”
After listening to Wick’s account, Ning Fan sneered, “Hearing you say that, that II really is scum.”
Nakta II’s biggest hobby was watching gladiatorial fights, thus nearly publicizing underground boxing matches.
In the underground boxing arena, besides fights between martial artists, there are also battles between humans and beasts, and it must be won.
This was Nakta’s favorite program, he once publicly said he loved watching won scream as they were eaten by beasts.
To fulfill his bloodthirsty perversion, Nakta often went hunting, capturing not only poisonous beasts but also won.
Not just the low-born, even civilian martial artists were in his capture range.
Once Nakta got bored with these won, he would cripple their cultivation and throw them into the arena to fight starved beasts.
Over ti, the number of won killed by Nakta was countless, and this beca a semi-open secret in the city.
Had Nakta not always captured people outside the city, only going to the remote Three Suburbs, the residents might have revolted long ago.
Restricted by Nakta II’s status and City Hall turning a blind eye, everyone could only seethe in silence.
The Pharaoh, who should have absolute control over religion and royalty, could only watch as the Muto Family contended for power, not without reason.
Coming from a top aristocratic family, Wick naturally wasn’t a good guy, but compared to Nakta II’s actions, Wick was harmless as a good child.
It was said all thanks to the shaming by comparison, because of Nakta II’s brutality, most of public opinion sided with the Muto Family, the Pharaoh’s good hand turned to ruin.
“Scum!”
Wick muttered, then said excitedly, “Young Master Ning, you’re right. He’s scum.”
“With such brutality, he should have many enemies! Why…”
Ning Fan didn’t need to finish, Wick would surely understand, unless he was truly a pig.
“Who dares to kill him? He’s the Pharaoh’s only son.”
Hearing Wick’s words, Ning Fan was speechless.
Wick’s insight was truly suffocating.
Ordinary people naturally wouldn’t dare to assassinate, but there must be so righteous patriots enacting justice, and if not, so enemies seeking revenge.
Nakta never asked for identities when capturing, anyone who entered his hunting ground, won had no escape.
Over the years, not a single vengeful spirit with bloodlust?
After Ning Fan clearly expressed his thoughts, Wick nodded, “Of course. Nakta once captured a noble’s daughter, the revenge failed and the whole family was wiped out. Very few know this…”
“Nakta turns out to be at the Aerial Mastery Peak level, followed by at least two priests, and several True Origin Stage followers.”
Recalling the details Wick revealed, Ning Fan sowhat understood why Nakta was still alive.
Nakta’s secret captures were even known to Ning Fan, there’s no reason the old man wasn’t aware, how could he allow the enemy’s son to live?
“It must be they want to kill but can’t.”
Ning Fan silently calculated, if he used the Divine Dragon’s Triple Extre Flash to ambush, what are the chances of killing Nakta.
“When will he return?”
“That’s uncertain, soon would be three to five days, long ten to fifteen days. That guy won’t rest until he finds a suitable prey.”
Just as Wick finished speaking, inspiration struck, and he lowered his voice, asking, “Young Master Ning, are you planning to take action against him?”
A glint flashed in Ning Fan’s eyes, he truly didn’t know how to evaluate Wick.
Calling him a fool, yet he had his smart monts, guessing Ning Fan’s intentions with one word.
Calling him smart, but is this sothing a smart person would ask?
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