Do not beg for the involvement of a third party.

He squinted his eyes, and the murderous intent in them vanished without a trace. He concealed the dagger behind him and began to speak softly to the leopard: "Hey, baby, come here. Big cat baby, come to your brother, brother loves big cat baby the most!"

The bullet almost grazed the skin of Wuqi's foot as it struck the ground, the intense heat of the bullet seared Wuqi's skin, causing a piercing pain that penetrated to the core.

Hiss, hiss!

Nearly a thousand soldiers were frantically shouting and roaring, with the sounds of gunfire, screams, and the roars of the prairie leopards merging into a tide of noise reminiscent of the wails of hell

The Roman Colosseum, this is the name given by the rebel soldiers to this damned pit. Of course, this pit is not as grand and magnificent as a real coliseum, but in terms of bloody brutality, it surpasses it. In this pit, fighting desperately against those ferocious beasts are child soldiers no older than fifteen, just like Wuqi.

The voice of Wu Qi is gentle and kind, truly resembling that of a friendly older brother from next door, soothing the little girl next door

The gunfire and screams pierced through the air, driving the frenzied prairie leopard into a state of rage, its eyes turning completely red. It forgot the killing intent emanating from Wuqi that instinctively instilled fear in it, and with its limbs flailing, it lunged back at Wuqi.

The price is very reasonable, deal!

Le Xiaobai sharply slapped the folding fan against his palm and pointed at Wu Qi with a smile, saying, "This child is quite good; we like him very much. Name your price, and we will buy him."

At the edge of a certain primeval forest, within a camp of the anti-government forces, nearly a thousand ragged rebels, armed with brand new weapons that align with the global trends in main battle weaponry, are loudly shouting and roaring around a pit.

A large spurt of blood erupted from the leopard's neck area, and the dying leopard instinctively clawed at Wu Qi's chest and abdomen with all four paws.

Dressed in a long white robe, with long hair cascading down, holding a large folding fan made of sandalwood inlaid with gold and adorned with books, the dashing and elegant Le Xiaobai, reminiscent of a young nobleman from ancient times, tilted the corner of his mouth and said: "Esteemed General, could you enlighten us about his origins"

Le Xiaobai grinned and struck the shoulder of the stout black man with the folding fan with force

The grassland leopard lunged forward several meters with bared fangs and claws, then retreated a few steps cautiously.

Using child soldiers in warfare is a common unspoken rule among Africans

Dressed in a silk Tang suit, Wu Wang, resembling a wealthy gentleman, stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the pit where Wu Qi was voraciously devouring and the leopard was struggling for its life. Raising an eyebrow, he inquired, "This child, is he not a local?"

Yellow-skinned hybrid, come on! Eliminate this beast, or I will eliminate you

Ten years ago, Wu Qi's parents, along with fellow townspeople, arrived in Central Africa. They leased a large expanse of land to cultivate vegetables and fruits, specifically supplying high-end restaurants across various African countries, while also procuring local seafood products for export to other countries, earning substantial profits.

Half a sausage was thrown into the mud beside Wu Qi. Wu Qi bent down to pick up the sausage, and without wiping off the dirt, hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth. In just a few bites, he swallowed it completely.

I see! Wu Wangruo nodded thoughtfully and glanced back at Le Xiaobai.

A soldier suddenly turned his gun and fired a burst of bullets at the ground beside Wu Qi. The hail of bullets nearly grazed Wu Qi's body, and the strong wind generated by the bullets tore through his tattered clothing, exposing large patches of black and red skin.

Hello, kid, can you still understand Chinese? If you want to eat your fill, drink your fill, and have clean clothes to wear, just come with me

A robust, towering black man with skin as dark as blue laughed heartily and said, "Oh, esteemed guest, he is not a local. In terms of *illustration*, he comes from the same place as you."

As a person of Chinese descent, Wu Qi is merely an unfortunate individual who has lost his family in the ravages of war and has been forcibly conscripted into the anti-government militia

Wu Wang has already jumped down into the pit and walked briskly in front of Wu Qi

Above the pit, a large black man resembling a leader suddenly drew a revolver and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the ground near Wu Qi's heel

The raggedly dressed individual, clutching a dagger tightly, cautiously positioned themselves along the edge of the pit, confronting the leopard of the grassland.

Without hesitation, his left hand shot out like lightning, his arm almost impossibly weaving through the concentrated attacks of the four leopard claws, and struck fiercely between the leopard's hind legs, turning the two testicles of this grassland leopard into a mass of minced meat.

In the rebel camp, Wu Qi was very well-behaved; no matter what anyone asked him to do, he performed it excellently

A few strong black men looked at me, and I looked at them. After a while, the hefty black man hesitantly said: "We are friends, the best of friends. For the sake of friendship, this little monkey... one hundred and fifty dollars, is that too expensive? Or would one hundred dollars be a fair price?"

Real name: Wu Qi

In Central Africa, in a certain country, the rebel forces and the government troops are intermittently engaged in chaotic battles and temporary ceasefires, leading to an impasse.

At only thirteen years old, Wu Qi can no longer remember how many times he has faced these ferocious beasts in this damned pit.

Nearly a hundred fervent Black soldiers raised their firearms and indiscriminately pulled the triggers towards the sky

Approximately 90% of the anti-government soldiers above the pit let out a sigh of disappointment, while less than 10% of the soldiers burst into wild laughter. They had won again, thanks to this miraculous little yellow monkey, they had won a substantial amount of cash! Enough money for them to indulge in debauchery for a long time

Occupation: Direct disciple of Wu Wang (Tan Lang) in the field of literature, Gold Medal Enforcer of the Stealing Heaven and Changing Day Sect's Punishment Hall

Go ahead, yellow-skinned monkey, hehe, go on, let this big cat eat you, hurry up!

The soldiers, having thoroughly enjoyed themselves, dispersed in small groups, revealing several obviously high-ranking black officers, along with a few others.

Big cat baby, be good, be good, it won't hurt when you're dead. When you're dead, it won't hurt!

At that time, the eight-year-old Wu Qi struggled for three to four years amidst the war, and no one knew how he managed to survive. In any case, when this anti-government militia attacked a certain town, they discovered Wu Qi searching for food among the dead bodies, and forcibly conscripted him into their ranks, making him a member of the anti-government forces

There was also a Black soldier who, I do not know from where, obtained half a sausage, which he hung down into the pit with a thin rope, causing it to shake continuously.

Wu Qi emitted a provocation that resembled the hiss of a venomous snake. He suddenly charged forward three steps, the dagger glinting with a cold light.

However, the smile on Wuqi's face greatly puzzled the leopard. Wuqi exuded no killing intent, not even a trace of it. He seemed completely harmless, slowly taking steps forward.

A hint of frenzied and cruel cold laughter appeared on the pitch-black face, with two rows of white teeth reflecting a chilling light in the sunlight

A person and a leopard swiftly approached, the leopard's claws wildly swiping at Wu Qi. Clearly, the unthreatening Wu Qi did not attract the leopard's attention; the not-so-intelligent grassland leopard focused most of its attention on the loudly shouting anti-government soldiers.

The robust black man casually spoke about the origins of "Wu Qi".

The fervent rebel soldiers were oblivious to this murderous intent, while the ravenous grassland leopard instinctively sensed the terror of Wuqie

He turned to look at the leopard, a glimmer of cold light flashing in his eyes, yet his face bore a radiant smile, reminiscent of flowers basking in the sunlight.

Five years ago, a sudden dispute arose among several tribes in this country, leading to the outbreak of civil war. Wuqi's parents and all his fellow townspeople perished in the unexpected flames of war, and all their possessions were looted.

Yellow-skinned monkey, look, delicious food! Eliminate this beast, and I will give you food and drink! Hey, take down that beast!

Specialty: Incredibly dexterous with both hands, possessing remarkable talent

Personality: fierce and resilient, with a strong self-protective instinct, believing in an eye for an eye, and blood for blood

A two-meter-long African savanna leopard, with glossy and shiny fur, vibrant and striking spots on its coat, a belly that is skin and bones, and greenish eyes, is prowling within a pit, occasionally letting out a low, deep roar towards the sky

The leopard struggled in a pool of blood, its murky eyes painfully gazing at Wu Qi, filled with a sense of desperate fear.

Thin, emaciated, skin stretched over bones, Wuqie was sunburned red and black under the scorching equatorial sun, resembling a baboon commonly seen on the grasslands. The dagger tightly gripped in his hand, along with Wuqie's extraordinarily large and bright eyes, exuded a chilling aura of menace that made one hesitate to underestimate him

Looking at the two thin, emaciated arms of Wu Qi, Wu Wang's eyes narrowed into a line, his gaze filled with an unmistakable hint of amusement

Although its neck was nearly severed, the instinctive neural response of the male animal still compelled this dying leopard to abandon its counterattack against Wuqi, as its limbs almost simultaneously pressed against the vital area between its hind legs.

Come on, yellow-skinned monkey, take him down, take him down. We are betting on your victory, you cannot lose!

Whether it was carrying a gun to kill, acting as bait to hunt pythons and ferocious beasts, or fighting desperately in the arena, Wuqi performed exceptionally well. Thus, he has managed to survive until now, while those children who joined the anti-government forces alongside Wuqi have long since perished, their bones turned to dust

He deeply gazed at Wu Wang, sheathing the dagger into the leather scabbard at his waist, and grasped Wu Wang's broad and warm hand with both of his. His face was filled with the radiant smile he had just given to the leopard.

The emaciated body suddenly shrank down, as he slipped beneath the leopard, his right arm gripping the dagger writhing like a long worm, seemingly boneless as it coiled around the leopard's neck. The dagger miraculously circled the leopard's neck, nearly severing its head completely.

The grassland leopard bared its teeth and roared at Wuqi, its yellow fangs murky and filthy, exuding a dizzying aura of death

The grassland leopard cautiously prowled back and forth, greedily eyeing Wuqi, occasionally taking a few steps forward. Whenever the leopard ventured ahead, Wuqi would fiercely swing the dagger he held tightly, sending a chilling aura of menace that made the leopard hastily retreat.

Wu Qi's eyes suddenly opened wide, the large and frighteningly bright eyeballs nearly leaping out of their sockets. His pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, accompanied by that strange, gentle, and amiable laughter. Wu Qi gripped the dagger tightly and strode towards the leopard.

Self-named: Wu Qi (meaning never to beg)

The diameter of the pit is nearly 100 meters, with a depth of about 5 meters. The bottom of the pit is filled with half a foot of rotten mud. Countless recognizable and unrecognizable items are piled up in the pit, while the harsh sunlight pours down, causing the terrifying viscous mixture within the pit to emit a suffocating stench

The anti-government troops wildly brandished various weapons, roaring loudly. A few small henchmen struggled to move through the crowd, clutching scraps of paper and pencils, occasionally receiving two or three U.S. dollars from the frenzied soldiers, hastily scrawling a few scribbles on the paper.

He crawled out from under the violently convulsing leopard, covered in blood, staggered forward a few steps, and nearly fell to the ground