When the man fell, there was an uproar outside the ring.
Bedivere didn't understand Afrikaans, so he didn't understand a word. But he could guess from the expressions and tone of the audience that there were either curses or complaints in the noise. Indeed, most people with brains
Everyone would think that the young man must have cheated in the game, or that he was acting out with the fallen gangster, and that the fight was just a fake fight.
However, Bediwell, who was watching coldly, knew very well that the punch the young man just punched was with all his strength. Judging from the young man's thin body, it was a heavy punch that could make a big dent in the opponent's abdomen. It was estimated that the young man was out of power.
He tried his best and punched with the intention of killing the opponent.
Therefore, the young gangster who fell on the ground could not get up. He was frothing at the mouth and unconscious. Even if someone who did not understand medical science examined him, it would definitely be confirmed that he had fainted.
No matter how unexpected the ending is, you have to admit defeat if you are willing to bet. In the end, the audience had no choice but to pay the banker. While the pawnshop owner made a huge profit, he also took out the money from the prepared bag.
What did he say, he handed it to the young man.
Looking at the volume, it shouldn't be money.
Wait. Bediwell finally understood. That was food. Judging from the size of the bag, it should be bread and fruit, and the quantity was quite generous, probably enough for one person for a week.
That's it. The winner of this competition does not receive a monetary reward, but directly receives a physical prize. This eliminates the trouble caused by the swipe card system used in this city, because it is an illegal
In underground fight clubs, even if the winner of the match gets a bonus, a record will be left in the process of swiping the card, which will be very troublesome for both the bookmaker and the bettor. That's why the owner of this pawn shop organizes this kind of physical transaction premise
Underground competition. Because the boss runs a pawn shop, the merchants often have capital turnover processes, so there will be more records of card swiping transactions. Their records are not as suspicious as those of the poor in the slums, and the transactions are more difficult to trace!
Seeing this, Bedivere couldn't help but feel shocked. There were still miscalculations in the shadow agent's predictions - such as this kind of underground fighting club.
According to the logic of the shadow agent, Juggernaut Yak must have an accomplice, and Yak's accomplice is responsible for helping Juggernaut "money laundering", so the daily transaction records will inevitably double, because that is one person's consumption to support two people.
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However, once there is this kind of underground fighting club that uses physical objects as prizes, the assumption of shadow agents is completely untenable. Sword Master Yake only needs to send someone over (or come in person) to win the game, and he can get free food
, and no transaction records will be left at all!
In this way, isn't the list given by the shadow agent completely useless? Then why continue to pursue it? Isn't it impossible to trace it at all?!
Wait. Just when Bediwell started to feel desperate, something suddenly dawned on him.
Will Juggernaut Ark send someone over to win the game?
On the other hand, as long as there is such an underground fighting club, people from Sword Saint Arc will appear?!
Wait a minute. If that's the case, then could that kid just now be...
Bedivere looked at the child carefully again. At this time, the boy had already picked up the bag of food and disappeared from the noisy crowd.
There is no mistake. Although the movements are still very jerky, when the young man accepted the challenge just now, he put on the battle preparation posture commonly used by the Knights of Great Britain. Bedivere once served as Arthur's servant in Pantora.
Ken (Great Britain) had been in the Knights of the North Sky for several months, so he knew the battle preparation posture.
Moreover, for such a thin young man to be able to knock his opponent to the ground with one punch, it was definitely not due to his original arm strength.
That is a combat skill. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it!
It is a low-level but most commonly used combat skill in the Knights of Great Britain - [Arm Explosion]. It is a type of micro-magic. Simply put, it uses magic to stimulate the muscles of the arms.
, allowing the muscles to exert powerful power that they cannot normally exert in a very short period of time! Because of the assistance of combat skills, such a skinny boy can punch such a powerful punch!
As for the combat skills of the Knights of Great Britain, as well as the posture to prepare for battle, it is absolutely impossible for an ordinary South African slum boy to learn it for no reason! The only explanation is that someone is teaching him secretly!
Bedivere's heart tightened, and the answer was already coming out. That young man is very likely to be connected with the sword saint Yake!
When he thought of this, the spirit body controlled by Bedivere naturally started to move and chased the boy. Fortunately, the werewolf youth reacted quickly and analyzed quickly. When he caught up, the boy was still in the underground fighting club.
Walking in an emergency escape tunnel, he did not chase him!
However, when Bedivere just caught up, the young man suddenly turned around and met Bedivere's eyes, which scared the werewolf young man into a cold sweat.
No, the spirit body Bedivere is currently controlling should be a completely transparent ball of photons, which should be invisible to normal people. The young man suddenly looked back, and his eyes met Bedivere's, was it just an occasional incident?
Maybe. He is really a child with keen senses.
But after all, the boy didn't know how to use true seeing, so he couldn't see the world of photons. He couldn't see anything, so he thought no one was following him, so he relaxed and continued walking to the end of the escape tunnel, in the darkness.
It didn't take long to reach the exit.
After the darkness, it was indeed dark. Bedivere tried to see clearly where he was, but found that he had come to a very strange place. Here, sewage flowed across the river, dark yellow lights flickered, and the surrounding area was slightly narrow.
Corridors made of intricate stone bricks, and these stones have been exposed to a disgusting dark yellow color due to long-term moisture corrosion, with dark green moss attached to a large area. As for the flickering light, Bediwell was still worried at first.
He thought it was some kind of candlelight, but upon closer inspection he discovered the electric light there. It should be said that there was such a dim light attached to the ceiling every twenty yards or so in this dark underground passage, but this dirty one
But there were mosquitoes flying everywhere in the underground passage, and those phototactic bugs concentrated crazily near the electric lights, making the already dim light look like the flickering light of a lamp that was about to go out.
This is an underground sewer. And looking at the dilapidated appearance of this underground sewer, it must have been used for at least a hundred years. Having seen the superficial splendor of Pretoria, the capital of South Africa, Bediwell could hardly imagine the decay hidden underground in this city.
.Comparing those skyscrapers with shining silver and spotless exterior walls to this putrid sewer, one seems to be heaven and the other is hell.
Are there people living in such a place?
Or is it that the young man is just passing through this place and will not stay for a long time?
Bedivere came up with this idea out of kindness and innocence. However, he soon realized how naive his idea was. The thin boy turned around a few times in the complex sewer environment, and immediately
We arrived at a relatively open area.
[Rotten Swamp District] ------ Bediwell vaguely recognized such words from the tattered wooden signs on the side.
It was a residential area developed using a large abandoned sewage treatment room in the sewer. However, this kind of residential area is not even as good as a slum. It does not see the light all year round, the smell is high, and rotten rats and pests roam here. It is simply
It is the worst living area. The "houses" here have their own characteristics, ranging from temporary houses made of tattered tents to tin houses made of patches of rusty and dilapidated vehicles. People who live in this place have their own characteristics.
, needless to say, they are basically some obscure fugitive criminals, or illegal immigrants who have not registered their residence in this city.
Seeing this scene, Bedivere's heart tightened again. The darkness hidden in this city far exceeded the imagination of the werewolf youth.
The biggest problem is that since this so-called rotten swamp neighborhood can provide shelter for so many homeless people, and there is a way to ensure that these people will not starve to death, then it is just a matter of finding Sword Saint Yak in this city.
It becomes an almost impossible task for one person. Not to mention this intricate underground labyrinth, even if King Arthur's people can reach the rotten swamp neighborhood through the underground waterway, they will not be able to survive in this chaotic and evil place.
Where to find Sword Saint Yak!
Bedivere became even more nervous. Perhaps, that thin boy would be the werewolf youth's only hope to find Sword Saint Jacques. So he must not lose the child in a place like this, even in the worst case.
, we must also find the final destination of the young man's trip.
Fortunately, Bediwell is currently controlling a spirit body that can fly. In fact, it is precisely because it floats appropriately that it can continue to track the thin boy in the crowded Rotten Swamp neighborhood without being caught walking around.
The figures of homeless people too much hindered its realization. However, even so, it was still difficult for Bedivere to track the boy. The boy was wandering around like a little mouse, as if just to escape from behind.
All possible trackers. Bedivere, who was dazzled, wished he could use his nose on this occasion. Unfortunately, only the Holy Spirit he controlled was present, not himself.
However, he still followed the young man with great difficulty, passed through most of the crowds, and came to a relatively sparsely populated place.
"Grandpa." The skinny young man came to a large old and dry drainage outlet and called in unfamiliar English.
In response to the boy's call, an old man wearing tattered clothes and a black mask walked out of the shadow of the drainage outlet.