Overturned Tower

Dim lights creaking and shaking, wet ground covered with blood.

The air smelled of alcohol and vomit.

People crowded under the high platform, making bloodthirsty and fierce roars.

A little girl holding a cash box ran under the ring with a loud voice.

What is stuffed in the cash box is not coins, let alone phantom credits or other hard currency.

Instead, the leaders of various organizations are used as guarantees to issue "bonds". It was "real money" that the wage slaves of Uptown had never seen.

"Xi Sang" always has a good memory, she can clearly recognize who gave money and who didn't. So she was "strangled" sent to collect the money.

She was followed by two burly men, which was an emergency measure for those fools who wanted to blend in with the crowd and watch boxing without paying.

The knuckles with sharp spikes on their hands can smash their heads into rotten watermelons.

And in this rough air, there was a fast-paced rock music and a high-pitched and passionate voice: "Okay, it's the heavy punch of 'Dragon Maw'—a hard punch! His teeth are knocked out!

"'Black Bat' has lost his footing! He's pissed, he's angry, he's yelling, but does it work! Well, it doesn't!

"Hammer his head, 'Dragon Throat', and beat the juice out of his skull!"

That is the little man standing on the highest point, and he is the host of this boxing match.

He wears a mask with built-in amplifiers, has huge bat ears that are bigger than his face, and his high shoulders have been transformed into speakers.

He made no secret of his personal inclinations, and he very much hoped that one party could beat the other to death.

On the ring, a man with a lizard head let out a meaningless roar when he heard the host's urging.

He punched the man in front of him with dark skin and bat ears, and then another.

The opponent's footsteps had become unstable, but he still did not fall to the ground. The defense can be said to be watertight.

Longmao was a little anxious.

He threw himself in front of that person, hugged him and wanted to throw him over his shoulder.

But this time he was fooled. The black bat, whose steps were still a little wobbly before, suddenly stabilized its body, and at the moment it was hugged and lifted up, it nimbly clamped the neck of Dragon Throat with its legs.

The black bat slammed the dragon's maw to the ground with force. Then he got up and ran over to lock Longmaw... But at this moment, Dragonmaw suddenly swept his legs and swept the black bat down. Immediately after that, he got up from the ground, riding on the black bat's face with heavy punches one after another.

From about the fourth punch, there has been blood splashed on the ring. At the sixth punch, the black bat had already lost strength, and his legs could only twitch. When the tenth punch was punched, he was completely paralyzed on the ground, motionless.

A bright crimson half-arc sprinkled sporadically on the ground, like a half-set sunset drawn by an impressionist painter.

The people under the ring became crazy.

But the little man became extremely excited, and he praised Longmaw's bravery at a very fast speed: "Good job, brother Longmaw, beat that stinky bat to death with ten punches-come back to count the number of happiness and mourning, after counting It's time to drink!"

"I'm coming!"

The girl with long black hair made a sharp whistle-like voice: "Let's go, let's go—"

At this moment, the black curtain suddenly lifted.

A man with blue hair and night vision goggles walked in.

He has a long ponytail, is tall but not thin, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Behind the young man, a young white pigeon timidly followed - a girl with white hair and red eyes.

Some people looked towards the door vigilantly, while others were still immersed in fanaticism.

The little man with the stereo was still excited, and the sound waves echoed in the narrow space, bringing overlapping echoes: "Let's see, two new chicks have arrived—oh, they are two little birds."

"Happy and sad, go and scan it, and then collect the money!"

"I'm coming-"

Nicknamed Xisang, the black-haired girl who also had the ear feathers behind her ears, which is unique to bird soul relatives, walked to them with a money box in her hands and a smile on her face.

She picked up a long-handled instrument like a metal detector from her waist, swept it on the neck of the young man and the girl, and put it away conveniently.

That's the device that detects the chip. Even if it is set to a silent state, as long as there is a chip behind the neck, it will be easily discovered by this thing.

Seeing this scene, many people who had been staring at the door withdrew their gazes.

Since it can be determined that it is an uncoded person, there is no problem.

"Give me money, blue hair, five tickets per game."

The magpie girl with long black hair is petite, but she is not afraid of the tall blue-haired youth.

She yelled and raised the cash box: "The next game is 'Gravel' and 'Shock', who do you vote for?"

"Who did you vote for...Will you get paid if you win?"

The young man pushed up the night vision goggles, squinted his eyes and showed a kind smile: "Little girl?"

"Oh, he's a handsome guy."

Xisang raised his brows, and immediately became a little more patient: "It's a dream to get money back. But if you win the bet, you can get a glass of wine! You can continue until the next game begins." cup!"

"Drinking so fast, won't you get drunk?"

The young man raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to stroke Xisang's hair, and followed the hair to the ear feathers.

His voice was deep and magnetic: "You only have one mouth in this box, how do you know who I'm voting for?"

"Because I have a good memory! Also, my code name is Xisang—the blue-haired one. What's your name? What kind of bird is it?"

The little black-haired girl responded with a smile: "Are you going to ask me out after the boxing match? I think you are quite pleasing to the eye."

"My name is Barber. The species is blue robin."

The barber smiled and said cruel words gently: "But I have no money."

"—It's okay without money, boy!"

The little host with his own stereo was bouncing around on the high stage, shouting loudly: "Get him out!"

The two silent big men behind Xisang stood up after hearing the words.

Xisang consciously took a step back, and shrugged regretfully.

"furnace."

Surrounded by two strong men, the barber uttered a word without beginning or end.

"what?"

The host froze for a moment.

Not only did he not understand, but the two strong men obviously didn't realize what he said.

"I see." The corner of the barber's mouth slightly raised, "It seems that in his place, Hangsha didn't say what he said."

Hearing him say that name, the originally boiling atmosphere turned cold in the blink of an eye~www.readwn.com~ What nonsense are you talking about! "

Hearing this, a big man with horns wanted to grab the barber in anger.

"Wait a moment!"

Behind him, Xi Sang hastily stretched out his hand to pat the strong man's back repeatedly, and stopped him, saying, "This man is the boss' friend!"

Her height has just reached the waist of this strong man with horns, and her strength is even weaker.

But as soon as she said this, the strong man's movements stopped as if he had pressed a pause.

There was no reverence in his eyes—only fear.

"I advise you not to shoot down."

The barber said leisurely.

And it wasn't until then that people saw that he had raised his right hand at some point.

A pistol emerged from the shadow of his cuff.

He held the pistol horizontally and pressed it against the strong man's diaphragm obliquely—if he continued along the muzzle, it would be the heart.

At the moment when the scene froze, a crimson flame descended from the sky.

Under the exclamation and retreat of the people, the flame swelled up and turned into a human form after landing.

Or, a lion in human form.

Hang Kill's pure white mane is fluttering, even if he bends slightly, he is more than 1.85 meters tall, and the muscles in his arms are even thicker than ordinary people's thighs.

All he wore was a loose fur vest—a tiger-skin vest, but no ordinary tiger-skin. It's the skin picked off from someone like him who takes tigers as their spiritual relatives and who has a high degree of spiritual kinship.

He had a cigar in his mouth, and his pupils were dark gold like unsolidified gold. There were scars all over his face, arms, and chest.

After he came out, the whole place became quiet.