At nine o'clock in the evening, the cold weapon mixed martial arts competition in the Baofeng Stadium was still in progress.
At this time, in the central control room, there was a middle-aged white man wearing a referee uniform, sitting in front of a screen, watching a video over and over again.
If Tao Ran were still here at this time, he would recognize that this was the referee who presided over the fighting match between him and Ichabod Wood.
"Sampson, are you still watching this video?"
There was a middle-aged man of about the same age next to him, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked over with a puzzled expression: "Didn't they already identify it and say it was an explosion caused by an armor malfunction?"
"That was only the result of the preliminary appraisal. The tone of the appraiser at that time was also very uncertain."
Sampson frowned, with several knife-like creases showing on his forehead: "According to his initial judgment, the armor should not explode for no reason. Ichabod's neck component should be in
In an instant, he encountered an impact force of at least ten tons, which exceeded the load-bearing range of the armor, which resulted in Ichabod being instantly knocked away and the entire armor being scrapped."
The middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh: "Are you kidding me? With ten tons of impact, then the professional level of Ichabod's opponent must be at least level 8 or above? Is there any evidence?"
"That appraiser did say that to me,"
Sampson looked helpless: "Because there is no evidence to support it, the appraisal result is that the armor is faulty. However, the appraiser insisted on sending the armor to the Exxon Magic Energy Laboratory for a detailed third-party inspection.
Sen Sports Group also supports his opinion."
"Naisen Group is an armor sponsor of the NHSAA. Of course they don't want their products to have problems. This is likely to be a huge scandal."
The middle-aged man finished speaking sarcastically, and then asked: "What about you? After watching the video so many times, have you found out what happened?"
"No! Judging from the video at the time, no one or any object came into contact with Ichabod."
Sampson crossed his arms and said, "This is the result of my continuous replaying and carefully examining frame by frame. I can bear the responsibility. Unless?"
"Unless what?" The middle-aged man took a sip of coffee nonchalantly.
"Unless his opponent, that is, Andre Lee Wildenstein's sword drawing speed, had exceeded the limit of my vision at that time, and reached a speed of at least three hundred and twenty kilometers per second,
Escaped from capture by our dedicated cameras."
Sampson shook his head: "But this is even more incredible, isn't it? Even the tenth-level magic shadow user doesn't have such an ability."
"So, why are you struggling here?"
The middle-aged man burst out laughing: "The game is almost over, I think we should find a bar to get together and relax a little. Right? Sampson?"
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The school bus that Tao Ran and William Jacques were riding on had arrived at the homeless neighborhood where they were riding.
Different from the high-spirited person an hour ago, when William Jacques stepped out of the car, his whole person was weak, his face was as sluggish as a bitter gourd, and he was still muttering to himself: "Why? Why? This
It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, that guy obviously shouldn't be my opponent, why was it me who lost in the end? I was eliminated in the first round, my God! What would Miss Louise think of me? That's unreliable.
William?"
"You were too confident and attacked too hastily."
Tao Ran commented without emotion: "Without enough strength, it would be strange not to lose to him. In short, he is careless and careless."
As he spoke, his hidden gaze moved to the side, lingering on another young girl who got off the bus.
Tao Ran guessed that this woman was about twenty years old, with a delicate face and fair skin. She wore a tight-fitting white T-shirt on the upper body and hot pants on the lower body, which made her figure look bulging forward and backward. Her long exposed legs were even more
It is fascinating,
——If this kind of clothing was placed in the realm of Yuan Qiong, it would be extremely immoral. Even the female disciples of Hehuan Cult, who have the most evil and debauched atmosphere, no one would wear it like this.
Even in this world, it's out of the ordinary. This is a homeless neighborhood, one of the top three neighborhoods in Atlanta with a rape rate. It's easy for a girl to get into trouble if she dresses like this.
Of course, Tao Ran had no meddling intentions. He knew that this young girl was probably what the world calls a call girl. He had heard with his own ears what happened in the car just now that she was hooking up with a government employee who lived in the next block.
, and even offered a price of five hundred gold shields a night.
The girl's cool dress was obviously due to her profession and it was not his turn to care.
But Tao Ran couldn't help but care, because at this moment, there was an evil fire burning in his mind, forcing him to fix his eyes firmly on the young girl's smooth long legs, and there was even a slight flash in his eyes.
The meaning of greed.
This situation made Tao Ran feel incredible, and he could only use all his strength to suppress his urge to pounce.
Is this also an inner demon?
But Taoran asked himself that he was definitely not a pervert, let alone fell in love with a call girl. What was the difference between this and a wild beast?
Inner demons arise from one's own thoughts and desires. The current situation is really contrary to common sense.
"Hey! You, a guy who was stunned on stage, have no right to criticize me!"
William Jacques didn't notice anything unusual about his friend. He walked alone in front, humming dissatisfiedly: "That guy is despicable, so despicable!"
"Okay, if you interpret reasonable tactics as despicable."
As the young girl gradually moved away, Tao Ran finally managed to calm down his impetuous blood. But at this time, his mind was still full of distracting thoughts, and he really didn't have the energy to argue with the idiot next to him.
"In my memory, this fighting match still has the process of resurrecting the loser, right? You can still fight your way out of the loser group."
"Loser bracket? Ha!"
The corner of William's lips twisted: "What you said is simple, but there are more hidden dragons and crouching tigers there! A total of 2,000 people from more than 100 schools in Atlanta competed for the four top 64 spots in the loser group. Don't you think this is too cruel?"
"I can spare some time to give you some advice—"
Tao Ran hesitated for a moment: "I can teach you for half an hour every day after dinner."
This was because William Jacques was the original owner's best friend so far and helped him get rid of his inner demons.
Tao Ran expected that he would be very busy in the coming days and would need to spend a certain amount of time and energy to understand the world and establish a foothold in it. The small problem just now also had to be solved as soon as possible.
He is already showing sincerity by devoting half an hour to William every day.
"You teach me? Come on! I think you'd better solve your own problem first. You won't have such good luck next time."
William waved his hands feebly: "I think I have to go home and calm down first. See you tomorrow! Lucky Ah Mo."
Tao Ran kept watching William's back disappearing at the street corner ahead, then shook his head and walked in the other direction.
The original owner of the body and William lived in the same neighborhood, but their residences were more than 300 meters apart, on the left and right of the school bus stop.
By the time Tao Ran followed the memory of the original owner of the body and found his residence, it was already ten minutes later.
This is a very old apartment, and Tao Ran's residence is a semi-dark basement of more than 30 square meters.
Tao Ran originally planned to wait until he was alone to continue cleaning up Li Mochen's memory. But when he returned to the basement, he gave up his previous plan, threw himself directly on the bed, and began to fall asleep.