Overturned Tower

The dim lights creaked and shook, and the damp ground was covered with blood.

The air smelled of alcohol and vomit.

People crowded around the high platform and let out bloodthirsty and fierce roars.

A little girl holding a money box raised her voice and ran under the ring.

What was stuffed in the cash box was not coins, let alone illusory credits or other hard currencies.

Instead, they are "bonds" issued with the leaders of various organizations as guarantees. It was "physical money" that the wage slaves in the uptown area had never seen before.

"Xi Sang" always has a good memory, and she can clearly recognize who has given money and who has not. So she was sent by "Strangler" to collect money.

Behind her were two burly men. This was an emergency measure for those fools who wanted to blend in with the crowd and watch the boxing match without paying.

The finger tiger with sharp spikes worn on the hand can smash their heads into rotten watermelons.

And in this simple air, fast-paced rock music echoed, and a high-pitched and passionate voice said: "Okay, it's the punch of 'Dragon Throat' - such a hard punch! His teeth will be knocked out!"

"'Black Bat' can no longer stand! He's angry, he's angry, he's yelling, but does it work! Well, it doesn't work!

"Have a hammer on his head, 'Dragon Throat', and knock the juice out of his skull!"

That was the little man standing at the top, the host of this boxing match.

He wears a mask with a built-in loudspeaker, has huge bat ears that are larger than his face, and his high shoulders have been transformed into speakers.

He made no secret of his personal inclinations and very much hoped that one party could beat the other party to death.

On the ring, a man with a lizard head roared meaninglessly when he heard the host's urging.

He punched the man in front of him with dark skin and bat ears, and then another punch.

The opponent's steps had become unsteady, but he still did not fall to the ground. The defense can be said to be watertight.

Dragon Throat was a little anxious.

He threw himself in front of the man, hugged him and tried to throw him over his shoulder.

But this time I was fooled. Black Bat, who had been swaying before, suddenly stabilized his body. The moment he was hugged and lifted, he flexibly clamped Dragon Throat's neck with his legs.

The black bat used force and smashed Dragon Throat directly to the ground. Then he got up and ran over to lock up Dragon Throat... But at this moment, Dragon Throat suddenly swept his legs and swept the black bat down. Then he immediately got up from the ground, and hit the black bat's face with heavy punches one after another.

Starting from about the fourth punch, there was already blood splattering on the ring. By the sixth punch, Black Bat had lost all strength and his legs could only twitch. When the tenth punch came down, he completely collapsed on the ground, motionless.

A bright red half-arc scattered on the ground, like a half-set sunset painted by an impressionist painter.

People in the ring went crazy.

The little man became extremely excited. He praised Longmaw's bravery at a very fast speed: "Well done, good brother Longmaw, beat that stinky bat to death with ten punches - Come back soon to count, click It’s time to drink!”

"I'm coming!"

The girl with long black hair made a sharp whistle-like voice: "Give way, give way-"

At this moment, the black curtain suddenly lifted.

A blue-haired man wearing a turtleneck trench coat and night vision goggles walked in.

He wore a long ponytail, was tall but not slender, and had a faint smile on his lips.

Behind the young man, a young white dove came timidly - a girl with white hair and red eyes.

Some people looked at the door warily, while others were still immersed in fanaticism.

The little man holding the stereo was still excited, and the sound echoed in the narrow space, bringing overlapping echoes: "Let's see, there are two new chicks - oh, two little birds. "

"If you are happy or sad, go and scan it and collect the money!"

"I'm coming--"

The black-haired girl, nicknamed Xisang, who also had ear feathers behind her ears unique to bird spirit relatives, walked up to them with a smile and held up the money box.

She picked up a long-handled instrument like a metal detector from her waist, swept it behind the necks of the young man and the girl, and put it away conveniently.

That's the device that detects the chip. Even if it is set to silent state, as long as there is a chip on the back of the neck, it will be easily discovered by this thing.

Seeing this scene, many people who had been staring at the door looked away.

Since it can be determined that it is an uncoded person, there is no problem.

"Give me money, blue-haired guy, five coupons for each game."

The magpie girl with long black hair is petite, but she is not afraid of the tall blue-haired young man.

She yelled and raised the cash box: "The next game is 'Gravel' or 'Shock', who do you vote for?"

"Whoever you voted for...will you get paid if you win?"

The young man pushed up the night vision goggles, squinted his eyes and showed a kind smile: "Little girl?"

"Oh, he's a handsome guy."

Xisang raised his eyebrows and suddenly became a little more patient: "It's a dream to get your money back. But if you win your bet, you can get a glass of wine! You can continue it indefinitely until the next game starts. cup!"

"You drink so quickly, won't you get drunk?"

The young man raised his eyebrows, reached out and touched Xisang's hair, and followed the hair to the ear feathers.

His voice was low and magnetic: "You only have one opening in this box, how do you know who I'm investing in?"

"Because I have a good memory! Also, my code name is Xisang--blue-haired one. What's your name, and what kind of bird is it?"

The black-haired girl responded with a smile: "Do you want to date me after the boxing match? I think you are quite pleasing to the eye."

"My name is Barber. The breed is Bluebird."

The barber smiled and said the cruel words gently: "But I have no money."

"——It's okay if you don't have money, boy!"

The little host with his own sound system was jumping up and down on the high platform, shouting: "Kick him out!"

The two silent big men behind Xisang stood up after hearing this.

Xisang consciously took a step back and shrugged with some pity.

"furnace."

Surrounded by two strong men, the barber uttered a word without starting or ending.

"What?"

The host was stunned for a moment.

Not only did he not understand, but the two strong men also obviously didn't realize what he said.

"So that's it," the barber's mouth raised slightly, "it seems that the strangulation in his place didn't mean that."

Hearing him say that name, the originally boiling atmosphere turned cold in the blink of an eye.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

When a big man with horns heard this, he was so angry that he wanted to arrest the barber.

"Wait a moment!"

Behind him, Xisang quickly reached out and patted the strong man on the back, stopping him and saying, "This man is the boss's friend!"

Her height had barely reached the waist of this strong man, and her strength was even weaker.

But as soon as she said these words, the strong man's movements stopped as if he pressed pause.

There was no respect in his eyes - only fear.

"I advise you not to fight down."

The barber said leisurely.

It was only then that people saw that he had raised his right hand at some point.

A pistol emerged from the shadows of his cuff.

He held the pistol horizontally and pressed it diagonally upward against the strong man's diaphragm - if you continue along the muzzle of the gun, it would be the position of the heart.

The moment the scene froze, a crimson flame fell from the sky.

Under the people's exclamations and concessions, the flame expanded and turned into a human form after falling to the ground.

Or rather, a lion in human form.

Strangler's pure white mane is fluttering. Even if he bends slightly, he is over 1.85 meters tall, and the muscles of his arms are even thicker than ordinary people's thighs.

He was only wearing a loose fur vest - it was a tiger skin vest, but it was not an ordinary tiger skin. Rather, they were skinned from the bodies of people who, like him, had the tiger as their spiritual kin and were highly spiritually kinized.

He had a cigar in his mouth, and his pupils were as dark gold as unsolidified gold. His face, arms, and chest were all covered in scars.

After he appeared, the whole place became quiet.