Chapter 359 Into the Cage

• “Did he mean the heir to the Andrew family, young master Kenny Andrew?” The crowd sucked in sharp breaths, stunned. No one expected he was behind it all—that he’d released the beasts and planned to trap everyone in this basement to be torn apart. The shock hit like a hammer. “Let me out! I don’t want to die!” “Open the door! I’m innocent!” “Damn you, Kenny Andrew, I curse you!” ... Curses and pleas tangled together, drowning out the roars. Amid the chaos, only a handful kept their cool. Kenny Andrew knew that if these people walked out alive, he was finished. The ones here represented half the power of high society in the U.K., and the Carl Brandt family was present too. “Young Master Kenny, what do we do now?” In the surveillance room, a pudgy, big-eared middle-aged man was drenched in sweat. He ran the manor. “Why panic? They know, so they all have to die.” Kenny Andrew clenched his fists, a wild glint flashing in his eyes. In the arena’s center, Lewis didn’t bother with any of that. More than a hundred beasts were circling him, eyes filled with hunger. He moved again. He drove a fist straight into a standing brown bear’s chest. “Roar!” The bear bellowed. Two massive paws came down from above, slamming for Lewis’s skull. “Looking for death!” Lewis’s iron fist met the incoming paw. With a heavy boom, the broad paw exploded under his punch. His fist didn’t slow. It crashed into the bear’s thick skull. “Thunk!” A seven-hundred-kilogram brown bear toppled like a felled tree and lay still. All eyes swung back to Lewis—shock, curiosity, thrill—every kind of light burning. As for Aviva, stars filled her eyes, her heart swelling with sweetness. “That man—he’s my hero...” A silverback gorilla charged with its jaws wide, five-centimeter canines flashing. Over two meters tall—the largest primate on earth, fiercely territorial, able to brawl with tigers and leopards without losing ground. “Bang!” Lewis whipped out a roundhouse kick. The silverback flew, skidding and tumbling across the floor. Seconds later, shattered organs mixed with blood spewed from its mouth. “Hissss!” A pack of desert wolves rushed him, baring needle-sharp fangs. They leaped high, tearing in from four directions. “Die for me!” Lewis’s fist smashed the wolf in front of him, then left, back, right— “Boom, boom, boom!” In the blink of an eye, a dozen wolves lay dead. “Thud-thud-thud!” A six-meter saltwater croc lunged at Lewis, maw gaping to clamp down on his right leg. “Want a bite? Drop dead!” Lewis kicked out. His leg aura flashed—and with a ripping shriek, the croc split clean in two. Guts spilled everywhere. “Hiss!” A twelve-meter green anaconda reared, body snapping forward, coiling Lewis under its weight. Then it unleashed the signature kill: the death squeeze. The snake wrapped tighter and tighter, then opened wide for Lewis’s head. “It’s over—once an anaconda coils you, you’re dead!” “Come on! Don’t you dare die!” “God, someone help him!” ... The crowd froze, then their hearts lurched to their throats. This was dangerously close. Aviva’s face blanched. She shouted to Carl, “Young Master Carl, can you save him?” “Don’t worry. You’re underestimating him.” Carl smiled. He didn’t know exactly how strong Lewis was, but one anaconda wasn’t going to take him out. “You want to eat me? I’ll tear you to pieces!” In the next second, Lewis’s vigor energy burst out. With a thunderous crack, the anaconda’s coils blew apart, its body snapping into several chunks. Blood fell like rain. “W-what...” “How did he do that?” “He broke free in an instant and turned the snake into pieces?” ... People gaped for a beat, then awe and worship lit their faces. Their eyes shone. Lewis ignored the chatter and kept hunting. A black feral boar, nearly three meters long, charged him with a roar. Boars have a signature move—tusks plus a full-on rush. Even tigers give way. “Bang!” Lewis lifted his right foot high and kicked the boar skyward. It hit its peak, then dropped in a free fall. “Clang!” Seats on the stands shattered under the impact. The boar squealed, thrashed for a bit, then went limp—dead as dead gets. “Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!” A lithe, lightning-fast leopard sprang at Lewis. Leopards aren’t lions or tigers, but they’re savage and quick—fastest runners on earth. In a blink, Lewis could see its razor claws and dagger fangs. “Get lost!” He roared and slammed his right fist into its belly. “Boom!” The swift leopard exploded under the punch. Blood splashed. Then Lewis dove into the herd. Fists, kicks—wherever he passed, beasts scattered, wishing they’d been born with a few extra legs to run faster. In under five minutes, the menagerie lay dead. Lewis stood in the center like a blood-soaked phantom. “Wow! Beast of a man—insane!” “My God, is he even human?” “We’re saved. Thank God!” ... The crowd went wild, fists and shirts waving, screaming like they’d just cheated death—which they had. Then the next scene made faces drain. “Clang!” A ring of railings rose from the floor, locking Lewis inside the arena like a cage. He was in the cage now. The next second, small doors on the east and west sides of the pit slid open again. A pack of pit bulls surged out from both sides. One, ten, fifty...