At the same time, the capital of South Africa, Pretoria.
In the corners of the streets in the slums, a street gangster was wandering in the shadows of the alleys. He occasionally rummaged through the trash cans, trying to find some satisfying food in the trash, and occasionally found himself near various vending machines.
Sniffing around on the ground, trying to find a coin or two on the ground where sewage flows. However, the residents of this city, even the poorest poor, are very aware of the era when windfalls can be found on the ground.
It’s past time------even the most common vending machines on the street rely on credit cards to complete payment. The self-cleaning golem will frequently clean the trash cans in the city streets every day and dispose of leftover food.
All food is removed.
Their government does not leave even the slightest chance of survival to the poor. The real purpose of the newly introduced credit card payment system is not to facilitate the daily consumption of citizens, but precisely to kill the residents of the slums as soon as possible.
In order to achieve the purpose of "purifying" the big city of Pretoria in a short period of time.
Gu ------ The street gangster's stomach rang again, making him more and more irritated. He searched for a long time but couldn't find any food to satisfy his hunger, so he was so angry that he kicked the trash can hard. However, doing so did not solve the problem.
Any improvement in his condition only made him hungrier. He was so hungry that he almost fainted and had to kneel down on the dirty street to rest. After he knelt there and rested for a while, he slowly got up.
, there was a certain evil light shining in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind to do something bad.
Bedivere, who controls the spirit body, has been watching all this, because the man in the slum in front of him is exactly the person he needs to track. Using the list given by the shadow agent, Bedivere focuses on tracking
This man is one of the most suspicious citizens. By tracking this man, Bedivere and Arthur believe that they will always find clues that will lead them to the sword master Jacques lurking deep in the city.
The man in the slums took action. Although he was staggering from hunger and could not walk straight, the man still followed his will to survive and walked towards a place at the end of the street. Maybe he was looking for
Sword Saint Jacques, or maybe he is planning to do something evil and break the law for his own survival. Bedivere looked at all this and had a very bad feeling, but at this time he could not interfere at all
, because the Holy Spirit he controls is just a ball of photons. This ethereal ball of photons without much power is unable to make any interference in the real world.
The gangster turned around the corner and arrived at a pawn shop in the same dilapidated old town.
Are you planning to rob? Bedivere couldn't help but wonder. However, a guy who was so hungry that he could barely walk and didn't have any decent weapons in his hands, what on earth should he use to rob? This was really a mystery.
The spirit controlled by Bedivere followed up easily. The man opened the door and entered the pawn shop, and the spirit also entered the pawn shop through the wall.
The man said something to the pawn shop owner, but he spoke in Afrikaans, and the werewolf youth could not understand it. The pawn shop owner looked at the young gangster carefully for a while, and then finally nodded.
It didn't seem like he was robbing a pawn shop. Bediwell was a little confused. So what did this little gangster want to do?
The pawn shop owner looked around to make sure that no one else had seen all this. This was actually unnecessary, because this dilapidated old city was usually desolate enough, and there were almost no people around the boss' pawn shop. Wait for this person
A little too cautious, when the skinny old man thought there was no problem, he opened the front door of the pawn shop counter and waved for the young gangster to follow him in.
Interesting. Bedivere couldn't help but think to himself. It's so mysterious. Are these guys about to do something illegal? This may be some kind of organized and premeditated crime, and the sword master Yak may be the one.
The mastermind behind this criminal gang. If the man followed by Bediwell had performed some kind of activity some time ago and received an extra amount of money, then his next actions would probably be to repeat the same thing.
Things. After tracking for so long, we finally have some clues about the case. If we continue to follow it, we might be able to discover the whereabouts of Sword Master Yak.
The pawn shop owner took the young gangster and walked in through the iron door behind the pawn shop counter. He was very cautious and closed the iron door as soon as he entered and bolted the door tightly. However, the spirit controlled by Bediwell
It is not afraid of doors or locks at all, it can pass through walls. It hits the iron door and squeezes in at once.
As Bedivere expected, this so-called pawnshop is actually a cover, and it must have a more sinister purpose behind it. Behind the iron gate is a deep passage leading underground, and the pawnshop owner is taking
The young gangster walked deeper into the passage. If the spirit body currently controlled by Bedivere had a sense of smell, it would definitely feed the bloody smell information back to the werewolf youth through the headband. However, even if it does not have the sense of smell,
In terms of smell, Bediwell could also clearly feel the strong smell of blood, because the walls of this deep passage, illuminated by the pawnshop owner's lantern, faintly reflected a burst of dark red color after blood had coagulated.
What is there at the end of the passage? It is like a terrifying underground slaughterhouse. Bediwell hesitated to follow, but the pawnshop owner was already leading the slum man towards the passage in a hurry
Walking down, Bedivere was afraid of losing his target, so he immediately followed him. However, he didn't go far in the passage when he heard something in the darkness.
That was a cry coming from underground.
No, or it would be more appropriate to say that it was some kind of cruel cheer.
When Bedivere's eyes lit up and he saw clearly what was under the ground, he finally understood.
This is an illegal underground fighting club that relies on live broadcasting of videos of people fighting for the purpose of betting and entertainment for wealthy people.
Excluding the gangster Bediwell was following, there were about fifty or sixty people watching in this underground fighting club. Judging from the ragged clothes of these people, they might also be citizens of the slums, but
A little extra pocket money on hand allows them to engage in this kind of underground gambling. And these people are watching a thirty-foot square ring, in which two men are fighting to the death. This kind of fighting is completely
It was different from the boxing or wrestling matches that Bedivere had in mind, because the people in the ring were completely betting on their own lives and attacking in order to kill their opponents.
The two men involved in the fight did not have weapons in their hands, but when they fought, they used their claws to tear off each other's faces, bit the enemy's arms with their teeth, and slammed their knees into the opponent's private parts. In short, they used all kinds of methods, no matter how cruel they were.
Just do the moves. This is almost the same as fighting between wild beasts, but those onlookers can watch it with enthusiasm and cheer for the fighters on the field with their most primitive and cruel cheers.
Seeing this, Bediwell probably knew how things were going to develop. Yes, one of the fighters on the field was beyond his strength and was quickly defeated. He fell to the ground under a vicious elbow blow from his opponent.
Of course, Bediwell, who was experienced in combat, could clearly see that the cervical vertebrae of the fallen man had been completely shattered by the elbow. If the man wanted to get up again, he would probably have to rely on a miracle.
And this man's opponent, another thin man from the slums, was almost exhausted. He had countless wounds all over his body and almost became a bloody man. The audience who lost in gambling
They all threw token-like things into a broken round hat belonging to this man, and cursed the fallen man crazily. On this side, the slum boy Bediwell was originally responsible for tracking
The little gangster also stripped down to his underwear and was ready to compete in the ring.
What a waste of time. Bedivere couldn't help but wonder. After following him for a long time, it turned out that the "extra source of income" of the man he was following was not the sword master Yak, but this pathetic underground fighting club. No matter what happened in the next game
Win or lose, Bediwell already knows the ins and outs of the matter, and there seems to be no need to continue to follow it.
The spirit body controlled by the werewolf youth began to take off, intending to leave the underground fighting club. However, at this moment, something suddenly caught Bedivere's eye.
That's...a boy!
That's right, the contestant who originally won the fight was exhausted and was replaced. He was replaced by a young man in ragged clothes. This kid was really skinny and skinny. He was probably the skinniest person Bedivere had ever seen in his life.
His face was pale and his lips were blue, yet he actually had to fight in such a cruel competition!
There's no way this kid can win! Even though this kid's opponent - the slum gangster - is thin and half-starved, this kid's disadvantage is obviously greater, just by looking at it
Judging from the appearance, even a blind man would know who will win this game!
As a result, those spectators showed ferocious smiles. In addition to having fun, the main purpose of these guys coming here is of course gambling. This time the difference in strength between the two players is so huge that there is no need to think about how to place bets.
Already?
However, Bediwell saw that the pawnshop owner, who was the banker, had a hint of cunning on his face for a moment. This kind of competition with a disparity in strength should not have existed, otherwise it would definitely be the banker who lost money in the bet. However, the banker is like this
Be confident, there must be something fishy about it.
Sure enough, the moment the arena started---------
With a bang!, the game is over.
No, this isn't really a game at all.
The frighteningly thin young man rushed forward as soon as the match started and punched his opponent in the abdomen, making a huge hole in the stomach of the gangster Bediwell was responsible for tracking.
The little bastard fell down!
This is not a competition at all, this is a flash kill!