Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 63 Dan ([-])
There was a gasp from the audience, and Milkoff put his arms around Dan's waist and slammed him hard against the edge of the stage.

Dan let out a groan, Mirkov hugged him, threw him to the side, and then jumped up and fell on Dan who had not yet gotten up.

"Oh hoo!"

The crowd was shouting and beer was being thrown into the air as they all but bought Mirkov to win.

A short referee got into the ring, half-crouched in front of Dan, raised and lowered his hands:

"Ten! Nine! Eight..."

When he shouted "one", Dan slowly got up from the ground, wiped the bloody corners of his mouth, and took a posture.

"what--"

Before the crowd could react, Mirkov was charging at Dan again, like a polar bear.

Robert Dan rolled sideways, and when Mirkov passed him, he half-turned around at a speed that was inconsistent with his strength and punched him in the ribs.

In Chris's eyes, Dan's punch was like a missile hitting the target accurately, and he seemed to hear the sound of bones cracking in Mirkov's body.

"what--"

The same sound came from Mirkov's mouth, but this time it was a scream.

He knelt on the ground clutching his waist with a look of pain on his face. The referee entered the ring: "Ten! Nine! Eight..."

When the countdown ended, Mirkov still couldn't stand up.

The drinkers blushed and couldn't believe what they were seeing. They didn't react until Mirkov was carried off the ring by several people.

They either sighed or cursed. This game undoubtedly caused them heavy losses.

Dan raised his fists and smiled at everyone, took the towel thrown by others, and jumped off the ring.

Chris narrowed his eyes and stared at Dan, remembering the previous game at the Brave Bar, when Dan also completed a comeback when he was at a disadvantage.

Possibly a fake match.

Chris thought to himself, feeling that a small part of the potion in his body had been digested, which was caused by the analysis of the two's fighting skills just now.

How about I go play the game too?

Chris clenched his hands into fists. After this thought came to his mind, he suddenly felt itchy in his heart, as if there were ants crawling around.

He exhaled a breath, passed by several empty billiard rooms with their doors open, and walked towards the card room.

"dong dong dong"

"Mr. Swain?"

Chris pressed his ear to the door, but there was no sound from inside.

How many billiard rooms are empty, and how many card rooms are empty?Swain is not here today?

When he was wondering, there was a burst of warmth on his wrist, and the door was quickly opened from the inside. A man with messy brown eyes and a pale face appeared in front of Chris. There was full of malice in his deep brown eyes.

"Who are you looking for?"

There was no ups and downs in the voice, like a corpse talking.

This……

Chris suddenly thought of the "Living Corpse Group" in Klein's protagonist group-could this be Maric?But shouldn't he be in Backlund's Brave Bar?

Chris shuddered, swallowed, and asked calmly: "Is Mr. Swain here?"

Maric tilted his head, and Chris followed his line of sight and looked in. Inside, a dozen weird and terrifying "people" were minding their own business playing cards. Although no one looked towards the door, Chris could still feel There is a strong smell of death and decay.

These are all living corpses, and they may all be Maric's friends...

Chris playfully imagined that Maric might have given each of these dozen zombie friends names.

He looked away, showed a polite smile, and said, "It seems he's not here." "He should be outside."

Maric held the door with his hand and continued: "Go find him outside."

Chris nodded his thanks and turned to leave.

After he left, a petite woman wearing a gothic court dress and a lace-trimmed bonnet, with an equally pale face, slowly emerged in the air, with an erratic figure, like a phantom.

"He seems to know us."

"Know us? Have you met him?" Maric asked.

"No." Miss Sharron shook her head, and continued: "I just have this feeling, and he seems to be a Extraordinary."

"Oh?" Maric raised his eyebrows, and the malice on his face became more intense, "Could it be someone who wants to indulge?"

"It doesn't look like it, he didn't seem to notice me," Sharon floated over in mid-air: "To be on the safe side, let's move. Backlund is a nice city."

After saying that, her body gradually disappeared, as if melting into the air.

"What, you want to participate in a boxing match?"

Swain's eyes widened, he scratched his white temples, and looked at Chris in disbelief. He had just returned from doing something.

He pulled Chris to an unattended corner and asked in a low voice: "Aren't you the 'Machine Heart'? Do they allow you to participate in the boxing match?"

Chris coughed, touched his nose, and said sheepishly: "It's okay."

"Your captain is really easy to talk to."

Swain chuckled and continued: "It's okay if you want to participate in a boxing match, but you are responsible for your own life safety. I will not buy insurance for you."

Life safety...

Chris asked in shock: "Is my life in danger if I participate in a boxing match?"

He shuddered as he recalled the horror of Milkov being carried down.

Is this young man named "Chris" a member of the Heart of Machines?There should be no apparent conflict between the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery and the Rose School of thought, and besides, we are still a temperance sect.

Inside the wall behind Chris, Miss Sharron held her chin and listened to the conversation between the two, tilting her head and thinking.

"No, no, how could it be life-threatening?"

Swain waved his hands quickly and continued seriously: "The boxing match in our bar is completely in compliance with the regulations, but injuries are inevitable. After all, this is a fist-to-bone fighting match."

He patted Chris on the shoulder: "Chris, if you want to participate in a boxing match, that's fine, but you have to promise me not to use extraordinary powers."

Swain didn't ask Chris about the sequence and path. Of course, the former captain of the Punisher may have known the path mastered by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

"What would happen if I was in a boxing match, would I be able to go up there and compete right now?"

"No, no, no," Swain waved his hand in denial, "We will add you to the boxer list first, and then you have to wait for the right time to compete."

"What does the right time to play... mean?"

"It just depends on when you have time to compete. Boxing matches have to be arranged in order of appearance."

Swain showed a look of disdain: "You have absolutely no understanding of how a boxing match works."

Chris rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, and then asked: "Then will I compete with opponents of similar size?"

Swain nodded and then said with a bad smile: "Of course, if you want to compete with someone with Mirkov's physique, that's no problem."

Chris waved his hand quickly: "Forget it then."

The boxing matches in the Secret World are somewhat similar to the previous UFC...

Chris thought about it, and as soon as he walked out of the Dragon Bar, his inspiration suddenly seemed to twitch.

(End of this chapter)