48 Hours a Day

Varo spent about half an hour telling Zhang Heng his heartbreaking life story, including how his wife and best friend tricked him into investing all his money in the Egyptian textile business and how they convinced him into signing the terrible contract. After that, he talked about how he became a slave and sold to the gladiator school.

It was not until the others came back to the house that Varo shut his mouth. However, he still could not help but feel really disappointed. So, he started to cry loudly on the bed to make himself feel better. At this time, Bach and the Germanic walked into the house.

The men seemed to have adapted to their current life. Bach had once felt that Gaby was torturing him. However, he was no fool. Although his training was twice as tough as the others, Gaby had also found him more than one trainer, instructing them to tailor an improvement plan for him. Two of the trainers were willing to pass on their trump cards to him for free.

When he thought about Gaby and Mark Reuss’s conversation, Bach realized that Gaby was not torturing him. Gaby had made up his mind to build him into the next Sethnets, the reason why he did not hesitate to use up the favor that others owed him so far.

Nonetheless, Bach was still not pleased. He did not know what glorious feats Sethnets had achieved so far, and he wasn’t about to allow himself to be the next Sethnets. He wanted to continue to be Bach, the one and only. And now that he had accepted the fact that he had become a gladiator, the next thing that he wanted to do was to kill all opponents who stood in his path of becoming the new legend in this arena.

The group of Germanic people reminisced over some pleasantries. Maybe it was about what that they did in their hometowns or the heads they chopped-off in the battle. Everyone seemed happy. However, upon walking into the house, they heard an annoying crying sound.

“What happened?” one of the Germanic asked compassionately.

Bach and others burst into laughter upon hearing this.

“Give the poor man some space. He has just experienced the worst day of his life,” said Zhang Heng.

“The worst day of his life?” Bach sneered, walked out of the crowd, and walked in front of Zhang Heng, “Let me tell you what a bad day is. My father was killed by a Roman when I was nine years old. Just because it so happened that he was fishing by the river, an arrow that came nowhere and penetrated his eyes. On the same day, my brother was stabbed in the heart by a spear on the battlefield, and my mother was dragged away in front of me. I still don’t know where they sold her. I’m the only one still alive in my family because I hid under a bed. I didn’t cry that day because tears only make people weaker. Crying is for women. So please tell your friend that we don’t mind treating him the same way we treat a woman if he continues to cry.”

Bach exuded a daunting aura. Several other people in the same house could not help but stray a little further from him. Bach was expected to graduate first in his class and became the successor of Sethnets. Gaby had poured in everything he had to train him. His violent temper was as famous as his brute force.

But what made Bach a little surprised was that the Oriental man in front of him showed no fear on his face after seeing him getting angry. He leaned on the wooden pole and tilted his head to look at him.

“This is not a competition. Even if you experienced something worse than him, you have no reason to deprive him of the right to be sad,” Zhang Heng said lightly.

As soon as he said this, the room suddenly became quiet.

All eyes were focused on Zhang Heng and Bach. This was the first time in the same class had the guts to talk back to Bach, the Germanic bull.

“Are you sure that you want to stand up for this wuss?” Bach’s face darkened. “Before my fist falls on your face, I strongly recommend that you reconsider your stand.”

It was not the first day that Bach saw Varo getting upset. To Bach, Varo was not a man that had the guts to face reality. During the first day of school, he called out to the leaving Mark Reuss and expressed his desire to leave the training ground. In Bach’s eyes, he was a wuss that only knew how to take advantage of everything around him. Besides, he did not treat his training seriously as well. He felt irritated seeing his wimpy looks, let alone his wailing and crying now.

It was hard to imagine having such a weak, cowardly and incompetent person sleeping under the same roof. However, since the recent training had drained most of his energy, he could not bother to deal with Varo. Tonight was his last straw. When he saw Varo crying on his bed, the dissatisfaction that had accumulated in Bach’s heart exploded.

As for Zhang Heng, Bach was not bothered. After all, Zhang Heng had been lying low all the time. He was neither lazy nor prominent. However, Zhang Heng’s toughness surprised him a little today.

“I’m simply stating a fact,” Zhang Heng shrugged. “Since everyone is now a slave, and perhaps we will have to compete with each other in an arena in the future. If we have no intention to get along, there is no need to hurt each other too.”

“Who would compete with that piece of garbage. I don’t think he can pass the final assessment. Maybe Gaby will sell him to the countryside in a few days,” Bach sneered.

“Never underestimate a person’s potential. The question is when he will realize his strength.” Zhang Heng touched his chin, and he glanced at Varo as he spoke. However, the latter’s eyes were hollow, like a walking corpse.

“So you want to stick your nose into this matter?”

“Oh, it depends on whether you are willing to accept my suggestion,” Zhang Heng said.

Bach stopped talking, and he started to clench his fists.

Before he could swing his fist, Zhang Heng said, “Wait a moment.”

“Why? Did you change your mind?”

“No, if we want to fight, I suggest that we go to the training ground to do it since there is more space over there,” Zhang Heng then paused for a while. “You can ask your men to guard the entrance of the training ground and prevent others from coming in.”

“Why? You don’t want others to watch you being beaten up by me?”

“Trust me. This is for your own good.” Zhang Heng said, “If you still wish to become Sethnets’s successor.”

Bach did not reply to Zhang Heng immediately when he what he said. He stared into Zhang Heng’s eyes and replied after a long while, “Okay. Since you have the guts to challenge me, I will agree to your request. No matter who wins or loses, I won’t bother this sissy again. Anyway, he is not going to last long here.”

“Very well. Let’s stick with this plan,” Zhang Heng said.