In the morning, Goethe followed the smell and turned into an alley.
When he saw the familiar architectural styles around him, Goethe almost thought he had returned to his hometown.
But upon closer inspection, I immediately noticed a difference.
The buildings here are sharper and more compact than those in my hometown.
But the ‘taste’ that comes from it is quite good.
Guangfu Teahouse!
Goethe looked at the red background and gold-rimmed signboard and the green tiled eaves, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up. Even though it was not true, the similarity was enough to make Goethe feel happy. Especially the familiar food inside made Goethe feel sincerely happy.
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"One cage each of chicken feet, spareribs, barbecued pork, quicksand buns, two cages of shrimp dumplings, a durian cake, and beef rice rolls. I want Pu'er for tea."
Goethe found a seat in the corner and sat down, glanced at the menu and immediately ordered.
The young man in antique clothes writes continuously in triplicate - the white slip goes into the kitchen last, but the handwriting is clearly visible, the green slip is placed on the counter in the middle for reconciliation, and the red slip is left at the top for the guests, which means prosperity.
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Especially the ancient costume that imitated his hometown, gave Goethe the illusion of "going home" again.
"Modeus, as expected of you!"
"No! No!"
"You should be called 'Zhao Jingjue' here."
Goethe sat there and sighed.
When leaving the 'Wise Real Estate' last night, Goethe subconsciously searched for the whereabouts of the 'Mad King' - with computers and the Internet, such searches have become easier.
In fact, just entering the name 'Modeus', a series of entries appeared.
Shatter the void!
The Saint of Martial Arts!
The creator of the original 'Secret Martial Arts'!
The founder of the ‘Unlimited Fighting Competition’!
These are the most frequently occurring terms.
‘Have unique artistic taste’, ‘create the art of an era’, and ‘pursue unique delicacies’ are the next most common terms.
‘After Modeus changed his name to ‘Zhao Jingjue’, his strength became even more unfathomable!’
'Changing your name can change your destiny!'
'The new name gives the Martial Saint new power!'
These entries appear in some almost urban legends.
However, the name "Zhao Jingjue" surprised Goethe.
This is a name that fits the format of his hometown very well.
There is also the hometown text engraved in the seal inside the 'Mad King's Ring'.
Everything seems to become obvious.
He and the 'Mad King' should be fellow villagers.
and……
It seems to be the same family!
Of course, he, an orphan, had no so-called relatives in his memory, but this did not prevent Goethe from thinking of the saying in his hometown: We were one family five hundred years ago.
"I was disgusted with the food in the anchor world, so I found an opportunity to change a 'secret' world into my own - it's kind of awesome."
Goethe praised from the bottom of his heart.
There is something odd about the 'Mad King'.
But in some aspects, Goethe admired him immensely.
It’s not just the achievements of ‘Anchor World’.
And what he did in the world of ‘Secret Realm’.
Especially in this 'Secret Realm' world in front of us, starting from the 'First Unlimited Fighting Competition' to the '10th Unlimited Fighting Competition', which is held every ten years for a full hundred years, the 'Mad King' relies on his own charm to conquer the world.
It becomes its own shape.
For this alone, Goethe has to give him a thumbs up.
but……
The other party's descendants still have a bad fate.
Four sons and one daughter were recorded as dead - all killed by challengers.
The "Martial Saint Hall", which was once regarded as a holy place by boxers, warriors, and fighters, has long since declined. After the opponent's great-grandson and the last heir was beaten to death in the ring, the "Martial Saint Hall"
It has become a tourist attraction.
It costs 30 yuan to enter.
According to records, as many as twenty-two descendants of this ‘Mad King’ were killed in the ring.
This is still on the record.
And there is no record?
Probably more.
Because, ‘Mad King’ maintains his past style: the more, the merrier.
Although there is only one junior sister of the other party as his wife in name, there are as many as seventeen women who are not familiar with the other party!
Goethe did not envy this at all.
He only knew that his [Bloody Honor] seemed to be getting a boost.
Moreover, the ‘Martial Saint Hall’ is in this city.
"Boss, your breakfast."
The waiter pushed the cart and brought the food ordered by Goethe to the dining table one by one.
Goethe couldn't wait to pick up a chicken claw and put it in his mouth.
There was no bite, just a suck, and the flesh and bones separated.
Goethe looked satisfied.
Goethe didn't let go of the remaining bones. He put them in his mouth and chewed them until there was no more taste, then he swallowed them. Another advantage of having a strong body is that you don't have to spit out the bones to eat meat.
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Then I picked up another one and dipped it in some of the ingredients provided by the store.
Immediately, it becomes soft and glutinous, with a sweet and sour taste.
At this time, the news was broadcast on the TV——
"Last night, the CEO of the city's famous entrepreneur 'Smart Real Estate' accidentally fell and fell out of the window. His signature boxers struggled to rescue him but failed and unfortunately died. The secretary who witnessed all this said in an interview that his boss was
A diligent and frugal person..."
Listening to the serious nonsense on the news, Goethe didn't even raise his head.
With nearly six times the hearing of ordinary people, Goethe certainly knew that there was someone in the bathroom.
What's more, the secretary was not good at hiding and almost cried.
But there is no need to kill people and silence them.
During the "Unlimited Fighting Competition" held every 10 years, with the "admission ticket", he simply obtained the "license to kill".
Although there are certain restrictions and can only take action against relevant personnel, it is enough.
Just like this moment.
Goethe didn't need to do anything, the authorities helped him cover it up.
How to say?
It feels really worry-free.
But some processes will still occur——
"You have a great appetite."
A middle-aged man with a sharp face, slovenly clothes, messy hair, and a cigarette in his hand pulled out a stool and sat opposite Goethe.
After saying hello, the other person introduced himself.
"I am 'Zote' from the 'Unlimited Fighting Championship' Security Committee."
"Specially responsible for dealing with official matters."
"I have no objection to what you did, Mr. Goethe, but as a member of the safety committee, I must appear in front of you in accordance with the procedures and tell you again not to involve ordinary people."
"After all, Green Vine City is a zero-crime city!"
The other party said it very politely, took out a cigarette and handed it over.
"I don't smoke when I eat."
Goethe did not refuse, but he also did not light it, but put the cigarette at hand.
"It's a good habit, but I can't do it. I basically can't live without cigarettes."
"Stay up late and work overtime every day."
"Cigarettes, tea, and coffee have become my necessities."
"On the contrary, I rarely eat breakfast."
Zotte said this and stood up to leave.
However, I have only taken two steps.
The member of the safety committee stopped and turned around.
"Hope to see you on the 20th."
After saying that, the other party bowed slightly, put the stool back under the table, then turned and left.
This time, the opponent did not stop.
He quickly disappeared into the teahouse, but as the other person left, another person appeared in front of Goethe. The other person did not sit on the stool, but just stood in front of Goethe.
"Are you Goethe?"
The other party asked very rudely.
Wearing a black sportswear, with a hood on his head, a strong aura exuded from his strong body.
"Um."
Goethe replied without raising his head.
"I heard you were killed, Darwell."
"Good strength!"
"How about we team up?"
The other party asked.
Goethe didn't have time to pay attention to the other party, because at this time, Goethe was picking up a shrimp dumpling. Seeing a hint of light red shrimp dumpling faintly revealed under the crystal clear outer skin, Goethe immediately put it into his mouth.
It's refreshing and chewy but doesn't stick to your teeth.
The shrimps are fresh shrimps, not the kind that become watery when you bite them after being frozen.
The pork ingredients are also just right.
However, what Goethe liked most was the durian cake.
The outer layer of skin is rolled up and fried until golden brown. When you bite it, you will get a crunchy crunch, and the durian filling inside is even sweeter - crispy and sweet are a perfect match, especially when it is in the form of a flowing filling.
It's gone to the next level.
Goethe tasted it slowly.
The man opposite him was breathing rapidly.
Anger is accumulating in the other person's body.
The next moment, the other party raised his hand, ready to overturn Goethe's breakfast table.
But before the other person's palm touched the table, Goethe raised his head and glanced at the other person.
Ouch!
The opponent's body was shaken violently, and hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes.
In the eyes of the other party, Goethe, who was sitting there having breakfast, suddenly became extremely huge. Scales protruded from Goethe's pores, a pair of dragon horns grew from Goethe's head, and his golden eyes were cold and violent.
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That's...
hunger!
Gonna be eaten!
Will be eaten!
Such thoughts arose from the heart of the man in front of him.
In an instant, the world was spinning.
The furious man in reality suddenly stopped and his knees weakened.
thump!
The other party knelt down in front of Goethe.
This scene made everyone in the tea house startled and confused.
The teahouse owner was even more shocked.
It wasn't until Goethe flashed the 'ticket for the 10th Unlimited Fighting Competition' and placed it on the table casually that the people around him returned to normal - a hundred years of subtle influence have long made everyone accustomed to it.
'Boxer', 'Warrior', 'Fighter' and the like now exist.
Moreover, there are some interesting divisions into this type of existence.
Those who serve the enterprise are called ‘boxers’.
Those who practice alone and participate in various competitions are called 'warriors'.
And ‘fighter’?
It is a kind of honorific.
It all comes from strength - a fighter is someone who has mastered the real 'secret martial arts', and is also the target pursued by 'boxers' and 'martial artists'.
"What a powerful 'witnessing technique'!"
"Isn't this level of 'witnessing' close to the 'secret martial arts'?"
With a cry of admiration, a young man with clean clothes and a smile suddenly walked over. After kicking the unconscious man away, he sat down opposite Goethe in a smooth manner. The other party did not hide it and directly stated his intention.
"I'm also here to form a team with you."
"Don't get me wrong, it's different from this guy who wants to take advantage."
"I also have tickets for the preliminaries."
As the other party spoke, he took out a ticket for the 10th Unlimited Fighting Competition that was the same as Goethe's.
"The current Chengdong Amusement Park has long been turned into a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. A bunch of people are staring there. If we don't join forces, facing that group of people who are so large and powerful and will do whatever they can, they may lose their admission.
Got the coupon!”
"So, joining forces is a wise choice."
"There's no shame in it, a lot of people do it."
"We can enter the preliminaries first, and then we can each rely on our abilities."
"How about it?"
The other party looked at Goethe expectantly, but his hand quietly reached for the 'admission ticket' that Goethe placed on the table.
The next moment, the opponent's attack was like lightning.
Pick up the 'admission ticket', turn around and run.
