When he opened his eyes, the first beam of light from the New World pierced deeply into the retina in an extremely unfriendly posture.

Blinking his eyes, letting the dampness dissipate, a fat man with fangs and claws shouted something in front of him, deafening wild music was ringing in the small room, and various drum beats and crazy guitar notes were ripped into a pot of mixed porridge. It was finally difficult to tell what the other party was shouting.

"How did you, a bare-ass pig, get in? Damn it, this is my territory. Get out quickly, otherwise you will try how hard my fist is." The fat man was big and thick, with knotty muscles under his elastic vest. The noisy noise in the room could not suppress his roar. His ugly face was ferocious and twisted, his mouth flew everywhere, and the stench emitted from his mouth could kill people.

"well, this question is very profound. I also want to know who I am, what will happen here, and most importantly, why I stay with a stinky fat guy. This is really bad." He leaned his head slightly back and avoided the big mouth that was spraying with highly toxic substances, while saying casually.

Stinky? Fat guy? Even the illiterate fool would not regard such obviously derogatory adjectives as praise. The fat man immediately became furious, spitted a mouthful of saliva, rushed up with a fist.

He turned sideways slightly and avoided the blow in the chest. His calm response surprised himself. It seemed that he had practiced countless times. The moment the fist came, his body made a choice before his consciousness and naturally made a choice.

Move and flash sideways.

The fat man's eyes widened. If this pair of aggressive fists fell on an ordinary person, he would have to make the opponent vomit a few mouthfuls of old blood and smash a few ribs. Unexpectedly, it was completely useless now. Not only did he not hit the opponent, but he lost his balance because his goal was lost.

Then... there was nothing left. One hand fell on his neck, and the fierce fat man rolled his eyes and fell down unwillingly.

"Will, you're on the court soon, come out and prepare quickly." The door was slapped hard from outside, and someone urged him in a series of urging.

He looked down at his feet and shrugged very sorry: "Will probably won't be able to play anymore. What a poor child."

The fat man lay on the ground in a skewed manner, his body twitching slightly, and he seemed to have temporarily lost consciousness.

Other people's affairs will give them a headache. The most urgent task is to find a body wrap. He can't tell what kind of demon he is, and he actually appeared cleanly in a man's room. Wouldn't it be a laughing and dignified if this is spread...

When his thoughts arrived here, it seemed as if he had suddenly walked into a dead end and got stuck. He turned his head and thought hard, but he couldn't remember anything.

What's so dignified?

The answer was vaguely not far away, but there was a deep abyss in the middle. Some unknown force isolated the two ends. All memories came to an abrupt end here, and there were no clues.

"It seems that my situation is really bad." He said this, no longer thinking about it, walked over to the fat man, and there was a cabinet in the corner, and maybe there was something he wanted in it.

Who are you, where you come from, and where you are going-----This troublesome philosophical problem should be left to Aristotle to solve. It is more practical to find a piece of clothing in front of you.

But he was disappointed again. The cabinet was messy, such as used condoms, black and thick cigars, fascinating bad magazines and snacks. There were a few suspicious small fabrics taken from women, but there were not the clean clothes he wanted.

There is not even a clean newspaper.

"Do I want to find a bun of potato chips to block my body, or remove the cabinet and put it around my waist?" This idea is very creative, but he does not intend to implement it.

That's really stupid.

The door was knocked again, or it was not necessary to "knock", and it was more appropriate to use the word "bump".

"Will, Will, what are you doing? The customer has already placed a bet. If we don't come out, we will pay a lot of money!" Someone outside shouted in anger. As the slap was vigorously shaking, the door was shaking violently.

money?

He raised his eyebrows.

That is a omnipotent magic weapon. The problem of clothing will be solved soon.

He turned around, and the fat man who had just fainted woke up now, cursing in a mess, and was about to stand up when darkness fell on him again.

"I'm so kind. Someone offended me, and I kindly sent him to rest." He withdrew his arm, walked to the door to himself, opened the door, and went out like that.

A hot wind blew towards us, and the noisy noise was louder than the rock music in the room. A thin white man outside saw the door open and walked out a strange man without clothes and was stunned.

"Who are you, Will?" He obviously misunderstood something and hurriedly walked around. "Will, what are you doing? Oh my God, Will!"

"Will is sleeping, baby, now I am Will." He smiled softly.

There were crowds outside, and it was obvious that this was a bar and also engaged in the Black Fist business. The profit should be good. There were red men and green women cheering and jumping everywhere, and the atmosphere was quite warm. Since people's eyes were mainly focused on the iron cage in the center of the venue, he just mingled in the crowd and didn't cause any trouble.

With a few crisp bells, a man with blood on his face was dragged out of the cage by two strong men.

Another loser was born.

The gambler who bets the wrong bet complained and threw down the piece of paper in his hand, which means the banknotes are far away from them.

A middle-aged fat commentator stood in the cage and sighed, whispering loudly: "Everyone, I have not seen such a thing in many years. Are you willing to let this person win money?"

With a wave of his hand, the winner in the cage was immediately reduced to the point of thousands of people, and the audience shouted.

"No!"

The crowd was in full swing, and even a simple-minded guy excitedly untied his clothes and volunteered to come on the court to try his skills.

The man in the cage ignored everyone's emotions. He was leisurely smoking cigarettes and drinking wine in a corner of the iron cage, without taking it to heart at all.

Seeing that the emotions were almost fermenting, the commentator said in time: "Ladies and gentlemen, our saviors are on the field, the murderer from Texas------ Will!"

The crowd immediately started shouting.

"Will, Will!" They shouted the fat man's name in unison, as if the visitor was really the savior.

He knew that it was time for him to play, so he trotted all the way, holding his hands high through the crowd.

Then people were frightened by him.

"Is this Will?" People were surprised.

"Your appearance is good, man." Someone burst into laughter.

"My room is in Room B11 on the second floor, so I will leave a door for you tonight-----If you are not dead later." The person who said this must be a Bi Chi, but he actually nodded to the other party.

"Bang", someone slapped his buttocks, and he was an old woman who couldn't stop being happy... Well, I won't bother with her.

"It's really unstoppable to be charming. It's a must-have for such a highly anticipated occasion. It's not my fault." With narcissistic delusion, he walked into the iron cage with his head held high.

"Who are you? Call Will!" someone who knew the fat man shouted at him.

"I'm Will." He said nothing, but no one believed it.

No wonder, the powerful font sizes such as Texas Murderer can't be installed on his body at first glance. Some people may believe it as a male model on the catwalk.

But they had no choice. Fatty Will's partner, the lean white man, ran over and whispered, and the dealer began to accept the bet again.

The commentator came over and said, "Boy, Will is a strong man weighing six feet and two hundred pounds. Are you sure you want to have a fight with the monster opposite him instead?"

"I appreciate it with kindness, today is me." Thanks to this person for his kind reminder, he had his own plans.

Although the other party did not accept the advice, the commentator patiently reminded him: "Don't hit him on the vital points, so that he won't get angry."

"What's your name?" the man who was on the banker squeezed over and asked.

"Good question", but no answer.

He twisted his chin and thought, accidentally seeing a line of black character imprints on the inside of his arm.

Perhaps it has been a long time, and the characters are a little blurred, like some kind of numbers, but when I see them, an inexplicable emotion suddenly rippled in his heart.

"Eric", he rushed out. "My name is Eric."

"Okay, the naked man Eric from hell will fight against our invincible boxing champion - Wolverine!" the narrator shouted in a long voice.

The ringtone rang again, and another round began. The people in the audience were looking forward to a new round of flesh-and-blooded scenes.

The boxing champion Jin Ganglang on the opposite side finally put down his wine glass and turned around. With this person's calmness, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Eric's appearance.

"If I were you, I would immediately go down from the stage and find a piece of cloth to wrap myself up." Jin Ganglang said, pointing to his waist.

"Why, I've made you feel inferior?" Eric spread his hands and smiled, without any sign of shame.

There is a saying that you don’t have a single sentence without speculation, and it is a clear proof at this moment.

Jin Ganglang's bearded face twitched, his eyes shot fiercely, and his fists were clenched tightly.
Chapter completed!