Chapter 178 Underground Arena
Chapter 179 Underground Arena

The third underground floor was not as big as the first two floors. It was just an ordinary tavern. What was unusual was that there was an electronic screen on the background wall. Countless tasks were played one by one on it. There were men and women in the tavern. The moment we entered, everyone's eyes turned from staring at the screen to us. The tavern that was a little noisy just now immediately became quiet.

Ignoring the surprised or indifferent looks from the crowd, I calmly walked towards the bar. Seeing my movements, Conan followed closely behind me, resisting the urge to look around, and walked towards the bar step by step. In such a quiet environment, I could clearly hear Conan's heartbeat, which was accelerated due to nervousness.

Conan and I sat down at the bar. Although the bar stools were a bit high for us, it didn't affect us from sitting on them. After we sat down, I took out an oversized armor-piercing bullet and placed it on the bar.

"Gentlemen, would you like something to drink?" In the quiet pub, the bartender was the first to break the silence. He took the bullet from the table and indicated that he accepted my identity.

"IceWine..." I took out a 10,000 yuan note, then looked in Conan's direction with a teasing expression on my face. "...and a glass of milk."

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Everyone present laughed at my words. The tense atmosphere was instantly dispersed. Everyone knew that I had the same profession as them the moment I took out the bullet.

"Sir, are you here to play with your brother?" A heavily made-up woman suddenly approached.

"Ah, bring this kid out to see the world." I reached out and rubbed Conan's head. "Why? Is there anything fun you can introduce to him?"

"Oh, it seems that you are an expert, little brother." Seeing my gaze, the woman chuckled. "This is a place for everyone to make a living. The back is a place for everyone to have fun. But..." At this point, the woman winked at me. I understood what she meant, and I took out a small gold bar from my pocket.

"Hehe, little brother is really straightforward." The woman smiled even more. "There is an underground ring in the back, which is a place for everyone to fight. The bets are in units of 10,000 yuan. Of course, it is forbidden to use weapons in the ring. You can only rely on your fists." The woman smiled. "I wonder if little brother is interested in gambling?"

"Forget it, I'm not interested." I looked around at the people around me. "No one here is worth my money."

. . . . .

"Then let's call the King Cobra out to watch the fight." I smiled. I stopped provoking him and went straight to the point.

"Huh?!" The woman was stunned. Then she smiled again. "So you came here to look for food, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Sloth, go ask the boss to come to the stage to watch the fight. It's a good gun."

"Good gun? This kid?" The bartender called Sloth frowned and muttered softly, stared at me for a while, and then left the bar very quickly.

"Little brother, please." The woman made a please gesture, indicating that we should go backstage to prepare.

"Let's go." I turned around and smiled at Conan, then followed the woman.

“…” Conan didn’t say anything, but just frowned and followed me silently.

————The smell of orchids, the smell of lavender, the smell of home & the wings of angels, the wings of demons, the wings of guardians————Following the woman, Conan and I walked side by side. Although I could see that Conan wanted to ask me questions several times, I shook my head. I told him not to disturb me at this stage. Conan was also very tactful and did not make any moves. He just followed me silently.

Soon, after passing through a rugged underground passage, we came to a huge steel door. With the woman's password, the huge iron door creaked open, and inside was a VIP room. A row of elegant sofas faced a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling window, we saw a similar VIP room opposite. There were similar rooms on the left and right. And below them was a wide stand, a bustling arena.

Underground boxing champion challenge. The gray arena that has always been tacitly allowed to exist. There are retired special forces soldiers who are just trying to make a living, unemployed vagrants who like fighting, and white-collar office workers who need to release pressure. This is the stage for them to vent their pressure and desires through boxing and kicking, and it is also a place where many fighting enthusiasts and bloody and violent enthusiasts spend money like water.

The rules are simple. If you think you can fight, go to the management office to sign up. Thirty-two people draw lots to compete in the ring. No weapons are allowed, and no killing is allowed. Of course, if you really kill your opponent by accident, as long as you pay a considerable amount of compensation, someone will naturally solve this little trouble for you.

The champion who wins the final round will receive 10% of all bets and a chance to challenge the previous champion. If he wins, he will receive half of all bets on the spot. As for how much is the bet? Well... The entrance fee here is only yen. Those who can come here are all very rich people. The minimum bet is yen. There is no shortage of lucky people who get rich overnight, and there is no shortage of poor gamblers who lose everything overnight.

"Little brother, please tell me your code name."

"..." I looked at the woman leading the way, then turned back to look at Conan. The corners of my mouth slightly raised. "Conan Doyle."

“…” Conan was speechless.

"Okay, little brother, please wait a moment. I will arrange it for you right away." As she spoke, the woman waved at the floor-to-ceiling window. The person standing opposite understood and rushed over immediately.

"Sister Qing, what do you want me to do for you?" the man said respectfully to the woman in front of him.

"Notify the Lion and tell him to give a spot to this gentleman, codenamed Conan Doyle." The woman called Sister Qing said coldly.

"Yes, I'll do it right away." After receiving the order, the man ran out.

"Is this a zoo?" I made a rare joke.

"Hehe, because it's easier to tell them apart this way." Sister Qing said to me with a smile. "Sir, please come this way, and my brother here, please stay here to rest and watch the game."

"You stay here and wait." I gestured to Conan. Conan didn't say anything, just nodded. After I left, Conan sat on the sofa, staring at the arena below. It's not that he didn't want to move, but there were two big cameras in this room facing him. Whatever he wanted to do, he would be monitored by others. Instead of causing trouble for himself and Xun, he might as well take a closer look at the arena here and learn about this underground world. How much he didn't know.

At this time, there were two people standing on the ring fighting: a sturdy young man, and an old man who was thin but muscular.

As the punches came and went, the old man repeatedly resisted vigorously, while the sturdy young man became more and more excited. Soon, the old man was forced to the edge of the ring, and the young man showed a sneer on his face. He was ready to make the final blow to end the match. But at the moment he punched. The old man's eyes focused, and he immediately lowered his center of gravity, dodging the fatal blow, and then punched the young man in the heart like a dragon. With just one blow, the young man could not bear the heavy blow. He slowly knelt down. Then, the old man continued to attack and completely knocked the young man down.

"In the fifteenth round, Panlong wins!"

With the referee's immediate decision, the audience either boiled over because their bowls would overflow, or cursed because they would have nothing.

"In the sixteenth round, Buffalo versus Conan Doyle!" Soon, the referee announced the start of the next match, and the player on the field was the Buffalo who had just clashed with Xun in the bar, and his opponent was Xun.

Conan frowned and silently put his hand on his glasses, intending to turn on the camera function on the glasses to record everything here. However, when he put his hand on his glasses, he found that what he wore on his face was not the glasses like Superman, but a cold mask. At this point, Conan smiled bitterly and realized that Kaoru gave him this mask not only to cover his face, but also to make him lose the glasses, a powerful auxiliary prop. In other words, everything Kaoru did here would not leave Conan with any handle as evidence. Even if Conan saw it with his own eyes, what would it matter? Who would believe him if he said it? "

(End of this chapter)