The club had more than one room, and Xu Huo noticed that behind every seat, lights were flickering in turns, and after a few seconds, they lit up again one by one. Then, the audio system in the room started:
"Congratulations to guest no. 17 for obtaining the draw right. Next, buttons numbered from one to ten will appear before you. Each button corresponds to a different enclosure. These enclosures contain various types of Aliens, including carnivorous animals that have been deprived of food and water for more than three days, new evolutionary species that enjoy torturing their prey, and mutated Aliens in heat. You just need to randomly choose one from these ten buttons."
Guest no. 17 was not in the same room as Xu Huo. A few seconds later, the result came out, "Guest no. 17 has chosen enclosure no. 3, the show is about to begin."
The voice began counting down, and the woman in the holographic projection shuddered with every number until the final "0," when a black shadow suddenly pounced from the side, stepping directly on the woman and slamming her into the metal wall enclosing the stage!
Although the metal wall was dented by the impact, the woman was not injured. She managed to brace herself well with her hands and feet against the Black Panther that had pounced on her – this must be a mutated Black Panther, only slightly larger in size than an ordinary one. However, all its teeth were pointed, looking more like two rows of sharp little saw blades, and its canines were abnormally long. When it growled, the corners of its mouth split open, connected to the upper and lower jaws with a layer of pink flesh, allowing its mouth to open at a remarkably wide angle.
"Roar! Roar!" The Black Panther’s claws dug deeply into the woman’s hands and feet. Because her arms propped against its neck, no matter how it opened its mouth, it couldn’t bite her throat.
"That must be the carnivorous animal that has been deprived of food and water," Palad said as he swirled his drink, "Does it look like it’s been starved for three days?"
"Even a Rank-C Player has some stamina, and besides, the club would have made sure she had plenty of energy to increase the watchability," Ran Ying interjected. "There’s no fun in seeing her get bitten to death right away."
She was right. The woman on stage indeed had good stamina. She quickly lifted a foot to replace her hands and pinned the Black Panther’s throat, then forcefully tore her hands and feet from its sharp claws and flipped onto its back, executing a chokehold!
Ellison let out a whistle, "This woman isn’t bad."
"She won’t last, I’ve never seen a player last longer than a carnivorous beast," Palad said with a laugh.
The Black Panther seemed to be stimulated by the smell of blood on its claws, and with the woman clinging to its back, it moved away from the wall and began frantically shaking its body, repeatedly slamming into the wall.
While the woman adjusted her position several times during the struggle, without special abilities or props to restrain it, and confined to a tight space, she soon carelessly broke her left arm and slid off the Black Panther’s back.
"Slash!" The Black Panther turned its head and swiped a claw towards the direction where she fell, scraping the skin and flesh off her arm and the ground, leaving a deep, long gash.
Fortunately, the woman rolled away quickly enough to avoid having half of her arm severed in a dreadful accident, but before she could get up, the Black Panther flipped her over from behind, tearing open her entire back.
"Tsk, tsk, such a beautiful woman with a nice figure, what a pity."
As time passed, the guests in the room began to immerse themselves in the bloody performance, each time the woman was injured, drawing both genuine and feigned sighs or excited cheers from the audience.
"What do you think of this show?" Duke Tal asked Bai Kou, "Is it to your liking?"
Bai Kou flipped through her nails with boredom, "It’s mediocre."
Smiley Face tried to please her, "Surely it’s no match for those games you’ve been to before, but Zone 011 is a legal gaming area, and this is already one of the best shows in this zone."
"Is that so?" Bai Kou seemed uninterested, "It’s only exciting when the opponents are equally matched. What’s the point of throwing a woman in there with nothing at all, like a cat playing with a mouse, you can tell the outcome at a glance."
"The lady does make a point, this is just an appetizer, there are even more exciting things to come," Palad said, turning around with a mysterious smile.
By now, the woman in the holographic projection had been bitten on the thigh by the Black Panther. Along with the sound of flesh tearing, her artery was ripped open, and blood sprayed out instantly.
The woman’s screams reverberated in the room but didn’t last long, because the Black Panther had bitten through her windpipe.
What followed was a disgusting scene of feeding.
"Bravo!" Palad clapped and tipped Ten Thousand White Bills to the club through a button on his seat.
The others also clapped their hands, not looking at the Black Panther feeding anymore, but discussing the previous performance while enjoying the fine wines and food.
"A Rank-C Player is just , relying too much on abilities and props leads to this end."
"To think she lasted five minutes, I bet on three minutes, such a waste, made me lose money!"
"Haha! I warned you earlier, never underestimate female players. Female players generally don’t have the stamina of male players, so those who survive are all somewhat outstanding. Lasting five minutes isn’t a problem."
A group of people gathered and unabashedly discussed a performance that violated human nature, and soon, a second one would begin.
Xu Huo stood up, furrowing his brows as he walked out. Just before closing the door, he caught Palad and others saying "coward" as they stared at him.
After closing the door, he took out a lighter and lit a cigarette. Soon a waiter came by to tell him that smoking wasn’t allowed in the hallway, and he could either go back to his room or to the designated smoking area.
Xu Huo went to the smoking room, where it was empty. He stood by the window, letting the cigarette burn away between his fingers.
As the cigarette burned to its halfway point, the door to the smoking room opened again, and it was Ran Ying.
She looked at him with concern. "You look pale, are you alright?"
Xu Huo shook his head, "I’m not quite used to that kind of scene."
Ran Ying sighed slightly and leaned on the nearest armchair calmly saying, "I don’t like it either, but my job involves dealing with these people, so I have to come here."
"This kind of thing happens in many game zones, and in some zones, it’s even legal. Zone 011 is actually one of the better ones. The players the club recruits are mostly Cannibal Players or wanted criminals, burdened with the lives of many innocents."
Xu Huo expressed his understanding and said, "Are there many players among the nobles?"
"Among the true nobility, there are also quite a few players. They can check the qualities in advance, and those suitable to become players are chosen, while the ones with average aptitudes are directly abandoned, mainly responsible for carrying on the family lineage," Ran Ying said with a hint of mockery. "Those you just saw, including Duke Tal, are the same. The real elite players won’t waste their time here."