Lango entered the main arena and opened a box containing a Wookiee.
"Hahahahahaha! You scum! All of you, die!"
In the second arena, a dagger supported his body with both hands and raised his agile feet to control the blaster, firing wildly at the audience.
After a moment of silence, gunfire erupted from the other arenas.
At the same time, the arena's gates were flung open, and chaos erupted from beyond.
Spectators began fleeing in all directions. Suddenly, a box flew toward the audience, crashing to the ground near Amir's feet.
The arena's bodyguards began firing stun guns at the rioting slaves inside the arena, while others rushed into the passages leading to the lower levels. The slaves in the dungeons must have encountered problems as well.
Rayne was completely panicked. The bowed hammer shrimp hurriedly took cover behind the bodyguards and shouted orders.
Amir also noticed Senir watching from the sidelines. The old man hadn't left yet. When he saw Amir looking at him, he nodded in greeting.
Amir strongly suspected that this mess was the work of that squid-headed fool. The sound of the explosion gave him a familiar feeling.
But this was for the best. Instead of watching Lango fight for his life down there, he would use the chaos to his advantage.
Without hesitation, Amir opened the box in front of him and took out the blaster gun inside.
Veronica unfolded her left arm, aimed at the slaves firing at Lango and the Wookiees in the main arena, and fired a concentrated explosive round.
"Boom!" Several people were blown away.
Amir sighed helplessly. The situation was completely out of control. He immediately grabbed the blaster pistol and followed Veronica toward the arena.
The distance from the lowest tier of the stands to the arena below was about ten meters, so jumping down was dangerous. However, Veronica had no such concerns. She jumped directly toward the now-empty arena. As she was about to land, her left arm suddenly sprayed a large amount of gas downward, slowing her descent.
Amir had already used the Force to defy gravity in midair, so he jumped down as well and landed smoothly.
No Jedi could be killed by a fall.
Sith are even more absurd—they might not die even if they're cut in half.
Amir followed Veronica toward the main arena. Meanwhile, Lango and Chewbacca hid behind nearby cover while several crazed slaves in the middle of the arena wildly fired blaster guns.
Watching their terrible aim, Amir thought they could give stormtroopers a run for their money.
Upon reaching Lango's side, Veronica hid half her body behind the cover and began firing wildly at the slaves.
Her aim was just as poor, but her firepower was intense and slightly suppressed the crazed slaves.
"Amir! Veronica!"
"Roar!!!"
"These are my friends. Don't worry," Lango said, introducing his Wookiee friends.
Amir stepped forward to examine the wound on Lango's arm. It was nearly severing his arm and required immediate medical attention.
"Let's retreat first. Go back and split up to evacuate," Amir said.
Although there was a passageway to the upper level from the main arena, the front was too chaotic.
At that moment, a group of bodyguards rushed in from the first sub-arena. They were there to subdue the rebelling slaves.
"We're spectators!" Amir tried to communicate, but the guards opened fire without hesitation. The guards didn't know who the spectators were. They could only adjust their blasters to stun mode and subdue everyone first and worry about consequences later.
Lango's injuries couldn't wait, and Chewbacca was covered in wounds, too.
Amir looked at the dozen or so people rioting in the main arena. He slowly stood up and picked up the blaster gun he had found.
Suddenly, he saw someone else step forward from the opposite arena. Actually, it was a Mandalorian.
From Amir's perspective, the helmeted man aimed his blaster at the enemy on the far left.
Amir aimed at the enemy on the far right.
They both fired simultaneously.
"Biubiubiu!!!"
Everyone from left to right was hit in vital areas and fell to the ground. All the slaves from right to left had their hands or arms struck, causing them to drop their blaster guns.
The result was the same for all of them—they ceased their attacks.
At that moment, only Amir and the Mandalorian remained on the field, facing each other with their gun barrels pointed at each other, but neither fired.
Amir looked at the Mandalorian in confusion. Could this be that man? He stared closely at the helmet, and the image gradually overlapped with his memories.
There was no doubt about it; it was his father. At that time, he was only in his early twenties. What was he doing here? Was he training in martial arts?
Amir wasn't sure if he was right, but there were no enemies attacking on the field, so he had no reason to fight the Mandalorian.
Amir raised his gun and withdrew his left hand.
The Mandalorian slowly lowered his blaster as well.
Veronica helped Lango to his feet quickly, while Amir supported Chewbacca. They hurried toward an entrance leading to the upper levels.
It was time to leave.
. . .
Most of the troops in the audience had been deployed to suppress the rebellion below, leaving only four bodyguards to protect Rayne.
Below, seventy or eighty slaves had been imprisoned for an unknown period of time. They were forced to fight as gladiators. Their lives were toyed with, and they were treated like objects to be bought and sold at will. Their anger toward this place had reached its peak!
Moreover, they were the strongest among them.
Now, they had weapons in their hands.
The spacecraft that had dropped the weapons crashed into a field, exploding and obliterating all traces.
A few people picked up the weapons that had fallen from the stands.
"Hehe, it seems you can't handle this situation, Mr. Rayne. Do you need my help?" Senir appeared before the Hammerhead Shrimp promptly.
At that moment, the chaos below broke out of the arena and spread toward the stands. Although most of the audience had already left, some were still trapped inside.
"Senir! Senir!" The muddled voices were filled with anger. After being translated by the translator, however, they were just slightly louder synthetic sounds.
"You! It's you!"
"Hehe, what's 'me'? What about the chaos here?"
"Don't frame me. I don't know anything. I was invited here to watch the match."
Mrs. Bradley won't let you get away with this. She has connections with the Black Sun! You'll pay with your head!"
"Don't get so angry. Hehe, Mrs. Bradley won't come after me. She's gone to find her handsome politician friend today—what a pity. I heard the young, promising councilman had an accident at home. Hehe."
"You! You!" The Ithorian let out a furious roar.
Several people beside Senir coldly pulled the triggers.
This marked the end of tonight's events.
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