Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"Oh?"

Latis frowned slightly. He had noticed the problem from the beginning, but deliberately didn't ask about it because he didn't want to hand over the initiative to Manager Rat.

However, now that the situation has been brought to a near standstill, he thought for a moment and then asked:

"Tell me, what do you know?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you people are probably from the surface of the earth."

Manager Rat watched as Latis slowly sat down opposite him, a cunning glint appearing in his small eyes. He said:

"Or perhaps, they are members of the Holy City who have come to reclaim the power of the Radiance?"

Chapter 441 The Trapped Beast in the Colosseum

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Latis's brow twitched, and his expression immediately became serious.

After noticing a slight hint of surprise in Latis's eyes, Manager Mouse immediately patted the file folder on the table, gently stroked his trembling beard, and smiled mysteriously:

“We have our own intelligence system and information about you, which I have already reviewed beforehand.”

"is it?"

Latis slowly frowned, glanced at the Rat Manager, crossed his arms, and fell into deep thought.

For some reason, ever since he sat in this chair, he felt a chilling sensation on his buttocks, as if some evil thing was constantly harassing him from the chair.

Most people would probably be sitting on pins and needles by now, but Latis is no ordinary person. After noticing this, he immediately noticed the cunning look on the Rat Manager's face and realized that this was probably one of the Rat Manager's methods to influence the visitor's psychology.

Recalling what I saw and heard when I first entered—the smoke-filled house, the suffocatingly heavy bookshelves, the indifferent rodent monsters, the information about myself, and the uncomfortable seat—it was definitely not a coincidence, but rather an eerie atmosphere deliberately created by the Rat Manager.

However... all these methods are useless against Latis!

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, clenched his powerful glutes, and lifted his whole body up a centimeter, leaving the evil chair that seemed to be cursed. Without the Rat Manager noticing, he naturally squatted into a horse stance.

"Want to know about the Radiance and Moth Warriors? Sure, but you'll have to stay in the arena and put on a few spectacular fights for our audience before I can tell you the relevant information."

Seeing Latis raise his head, Manager Mouse didn't give Latis a chance to ask any questions and immediately smiled and said:

"Of course, given your distinguished status, if you are unwilling to participate, your teammates can certainly take your place. Hehe... This is the rule of our Fools' Arena: the value of everything depends on the audience's reaction. The more enthusiastic they are, the higher the value of the battle."

"So you can get bounties for fighting?" Latis raised an eyebrow.

“That’s a must.” Seeing that Latis seemed somewhat interested, Manager Rat narrowed his eyes, smiled slightly, and whispered:

"It's not just the bounty, but also all sorts of magical materials, potions, tools, and even slaves... Of course, if you win the championship, you'll receive emperor-like treatment throughout the deepest depths! Money, power, fame, and supreme strength will all be in your hands!"

"..."

An unnamed emotion made Latis lower his gaze. He narrowed his eyes and steadied himself. Just as he was about to continue asking questions, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The Dream Nail at his waist vibrated for no reason.

As the vibration subsided, his mind slowly cleared. He calmly pressed down on the Dream Nail, sensing the power flowing within it, and quickly began to perceive it.

Suddenly, he felt the power of the Dream Nail forming a barely perceptible protective shield around him. As this shield formed, his vision blurred for a moment, and after blinking a few times, his vision returned to normal.

Along with this strange feeling, Latis subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the scene around him. He was immediately startled and almost showed something was wrong, but fortunately he controlled his body in time and carefully looked around.

Suddenly, countless dim, monochromatic lights filled the entire room, swirling in the pervasive smoke and dust, like exhaled smoke, with red, yellow, and green lights drifting outwards.

Latis's mind raced as he looked at the Rat Manager, only to discover that the seven-colored dark light was emanating from it, like some strange lines that passed through the walls on both sides and connected with other things in some unknown place.

He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, subtly and slowly concealing the power of the Dream Nail. Then, he glanced at the room, which had returned to normal, and a suspicion began to form in his mind.

The scene he just witnessed was a result of the power automatically activated by the Dream Nail, which gave it an amplification and brought it into his sight. The Dream Nail possesses the ability to resist the power of the divine realm. Could it be that those strange monochromatic lights were some kind of divine power?

And what powers can the Rat Manager control?

Latis recalled the feelings those powers gave him, and they all seemed to be very negative obsessions. Some were like greed for money, some were like restlessness for violence, and there were all sorts of hidden emotions that made his brain hot, such as dark thoughts about things and mockery.

He had a vague feeling that if he were tempted by the conditions offered by the Rat Manager and took some action, he might be unknowingly infiltrated and manipulated by that power, turning into some kind of puppet.

Wait... doesn't that sound a bit like being parasitized by light?

Latis's brow twitched, and he suddenly remembered what Holnett had said about those audience members whose behavior was a bit off, and felt as if he had found a clue.

"How is it, Lord Latis?"

Manager Rat puffed on a cigarette, watching Latis's deliberate struggle, and a look of confidence appeared on his face.

"It's not impossible to let my teammates fight, since some of them still need more training."

Latis, seeing the Rat Manager's smug expression, stroked his chin, chuckled, and said:

"However, I don't need any so-called rewards, whether it's big or small lucky coins, I'm not interested."

"...Then what do you want?" Manager Rat suddenly sensed something was wrong, and his expression became serious.

"I want to watch the game."

Latis stood up with a chuckle, leaned back against the desk, and said:

"Since I'm going to hone the skills of the little ones in my team, I'll naturally sit in the stands and watch their combat awareness closely. Nothing else matters."

"The stands..." Manager Rat's expression immediately darkened, then he forced a smile and said, "The stands are too noisy and might affect your viewing experience. I can arrange a coaching seat for you, how about that?"

"No need for all that trouble, just do as I say."

Latis straightened up and waved his hand, interrupting the Rat Manager's next words. He was about to turn and leave when he suddenly stopped, glanced at the Rat Manager, and before the Rat Manager could react, reached out and picked up the file bag on the table. He weighed it in his hand and said curiously:

"I wonder just how much information your intelligence system has gathered, Manager. It's really intriguing..."

Manager Mouse subconsciously placed his hand on the original spot of the file bag, looked up and met Latis's gaze. His eyes twitched slightly as he said, "Although these are highly confidential documents, they are still information about you. If you are curious, you can open them and take a look."

Is it extremely valuable?

Latis twirled the file folder between his fingers a few times, then suddenly laughed, tossed it back in front of Manager Rat, and waved his hand, saying:

"Then forget it, so you won't make us play a few more matches after we watch it."

"Heh...that makes sense, after all, it's the rules of the Colosseum."

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the Rat Manager's forehead. He calmly put away the file folder and asked Latis, who was about to leave:

"You really don't plan to take a look? What if your teammates have a background you don't know about?"

“No need.” Latis opened the door, turned back with a grin, and said, “We trust each other; this kind of thing is just a pile of blank paper.”

boom.

The door was closed, and Manager Mouse stared at the file folder on the table. He took a deep breath in silence for a long time before beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and into his shirt.

He opened the file bag, took out the documents inside, and glanced at them; it was just a pile of blank paper.

"Was he unaffected by 'Puppet Light'? Could it be the effect of the Dream Nail? But the Dream Nail didn't have this effect according to the intelligence..."

The Rat Manager muttered to itself. It did have an intelligence system rooted in the entire underground world, but it wasn't that dominant. It could easily arouse the emotions in visitors' hearts based on intelligence, and thus use its abilities to manipulate them. In this process, intelligence was just a key.

He pondered for a moment, cigarette between his fingers, but still couldn't figure out Latis's intentions, so he scratched his head in frustration.

Over the years, all visitors have followed the rules. According to the former managers, even the Radiance and the Moth Warriors had never broken these rules. But today, they never expected to welcome a human who was completely unpredictable.

"...But if you want to get into the audience, that's a bit presumptuous." Manager Rat flicked his cigarette ash and said with a sneer:

"In this arena of fools, all who come are beasts. If you wish to become spectators of the battle, you must pay the price of your desires..."

It raised its hand, about to put the cigarette back in its mouth, when suddenly a sharp pecking sound came from the window behind it, startling it so much that the cigarette fell to the ground.

"Is the big rat here? Is the big rat here?!"

A sharp, urgent cry rang out. Manager Mouse propped himself up on his plump body and looked back. He saw a jet-black, sharp-beaked crow pecking incessantly at the window, looking very concerned.

"Why are you rushing me? Can't you have some manners?"

The manager, grumbling, got off the sofa, staggered to the window, opened it, and then, still muttering, laboriously bent down to pick up the cigarette.

"Intelligence, intelligence!"

A raven flapped its wings and flew in through the window, landing on the table and scattering a large clump of loose feathers everywhere. It then cawed:

"Zoth, the infamous underground dreamer and the obnoxious, useless knight, is about to arrive at the Fools' Colosseum! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; the Colosseum is poised to reap even more desires!"

"Zote?"

The mouse manager picked up the cigarette, and upon hearing this, he immediately fell into thought. As he walked back to the sofa, he put the cigarette back in his mouth and said:

"It's that well-known Joker, but if it's just about providing laughs for the audience with every fight, it doesn't really make much sense... Damn!"

The burnt taste on its tongue instantly brought the Rat Manager back to its senses. It yelled, quickly spat out the cigarette, scrunched up its face, and spat on the ground while yelling:

"Damn it, I picked up the cigarette from the ground and smoked it upside down..."

"Quack quack quack! Silly mouse! Quack quack!"

The raven flapped its wings, pointed at the Rat Manager, and loudly mocked him, but before it could utter a few words, the Rat Manager had it choked by the throat.

"Uh...uh! I was wrong, I was wrong..."

The raven's pleas for mercy were squeezed out intermittently from its throat. Manager Mouse frowned, glanced at it, muttered a curse, and casually tossed it out the window.

A moment later, the sound of flapping wings rang out again, and a few jet-black feathers fell onto the table. The Rat Manager picked them up and threw them to the ground. This time, however, the raven finally kept quiet and the Rat Manager did not startle again.

"That Zote is indeed quite famous. I didn't expect it to actually come to the Colosseum. Tsk, how should we take advantage of this opportunity..."

Manager Rat stroked his whiskers, deep in thought for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he slammed his hand on the table. Looking at the cigarette smoke he had just exhaled, he muttered:

"Yeah! I can do the opposite! Don't the audience want to see Zote make a fool of himself? Then let him win all the way to the finals, and then let him crash and burn! That will definitely build up a huge amount of desire in the audience! Damn, I'm a genius..."

It stood up, paced back and forth by the sofa for a moment, then finally clapped its hands and cried out to the crow:

"It's decided! This will definitely be our strongest battle in decades! Hahaha!..."

The Rat Manager laughed to himself, but the Sharp-beaked Crow, having just been disciplined, didn't dare to laugh along for a moment.

It just looked at the laughing Rat Manager, and remembered the Latis Squad mentioned in the previous intelligence, which had cleaned up the Mossy Land in less than a day. After hesitating for a moment, it still didn't dare to mention it.

Judging from the way Manager Rat looks, he probably already has a solution in mind.

The raven muttered to itself and shook its head.

If we don't figure out how to deal with Latis, even if the sky falls, it will be too late for anything but to sleep.

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