Chapter 157 The war is coming

The bright sunlight shone in from the window, and the shell of the health cabin slowly opened. Madame Kanapari was a little uncomfortable with the slightly dazzling light, which covered her eyes. For a whole night, the fishy smell in the room still did not dissipate, as if she was silently telling the madness of yesterday.

Mrs. Kanapari looked at her naked body, wiped some traces on the corner of her mouth, and stretched comfortably.

She opened her eyes and saw a man wearing a bath towel, showing his strong upper body, and fiddling with something on the table with his back to him. Seeing this figure, Mrs. Canapari knew that this was the handsome little guy named Andy Luo.

Andy was 1.85 meters shorter than the two-meter-03 Wisconti, but stronger. Mrs. Canapari clearly remembered that Andy had eight angular muscles on her abdomen, two more than Wisconti.

However, these two people have a abilities in that aspect, both of them are monster-level... Mrs. Kanapari can't remember how long it took for her to have such a pleasant night. Thinking of the madness she had last night, Madame Kanapari couldn't help but blush. Although there were a few NV children around her who were helping her share the burden, there were a few times that she really thought she was going to die.

"Madam, if you are unable to move, please lie on the chuáng. I have already prepared your clothes for the servant." Sanye said softly.

"Andy...what are you doing?" asked Madame Kanapari in a delicate voice.

"I'm preparing breakfast for the three of us." Sanling replied while slicing the bread.

"Just let the servant do these things, why bother?" Kanapari stood up with some difficulty, insisted on walking a few steps, and then softened to the point.

Three Zero said softly: "My breakfast is always made by myself."

"Thank you then."

"That's all." Sanling said with a smile.

Then he heard a sound from behind, and a hand reached out from the side and took away something from the table.

He turned his head a little strangely, and then laughed and cried and saw Visconti holding a bottle of ketchup on his little dd with a smile, then walked towards the chuáng, and laughed, "Baby, your breakfast is tomato sauce grilled sausage. It must be very suitable for your taste, right?"

Before Visconti finished speaking, he was hit on his head by a towel.

"Winnie, restrain yourself." Sanling said with her eyes wide open and said, "It's enough to be crazy for one night. It's enough to forget it the night before the game. If you exhaust yourself this morning, the military advisor will definitely blame me for ruining his game." Sanling looked at the watch and said, "Your game is still three hours left. Now, go warm up."

"Warm up..." Visconti pretended to be very confused.

"You haven't hit your free hand yet." Sanye exposed it without hesitation. "Where is the Tetris this morning?"

"Damn, you are not a professional player, how can you know so clearly?" Visconti said with a bitter face: "Can I not have any more fun activities? Just once, just once, I will go and break up immediately."

Sanye didn't say anything, just looked at Visconti.

During such a glance, Visconti lost in a little embarrassedly, unwilling to give Madame Kanapari a tongue, then put it on and went out to break up.

Sanlin curled his lips and continued to make breakfast.

"This lettuce is not good, not crisp enough, but it's all right." Sanze told Madame Canapari: "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I would rather cook it myself."

"Andy..." Mrs. Canapari leaned on her head: "My tomato sauce sausage is gone, what should I do..."

"Sorry, now is not a very suitable time, ma'am." Sanling said with a smile.

"Aren't you men the most excited every morning?"

"Being able to control one's own hope is the difference between a man and a beast." Sanze said softly: "Winnie will always be with you in the future."

"But I still like you two together." Mrs. Kanapari rolled on the water: "What a pity... Andy, will you come again in the future?"

"Maybe I don't come often." Sanye shook his head: "It's an unforgettable night, madam, I will remember it. Thank you for your enthusiasm and charm, which made me very happy and impressed."

"Oh... Andy... I know you're lying. You and Vini just met, right?" Mrs. Kanapari blinked cunningly.

Sanling's eyebrows raised slightly, and then he just smiled and didn't say anything.

"But do you still have to leave?" Mrs. Kanapari asked reluctantly.

"It should be." Sanye said lightly.

"That's a pity. I've never seen a young, strong, mature, gentlemanly man like you." Mrs. Kanapari said seriously: "You will definitely find a good nv kid too."

"Things like love are too far away for me." The smile on Sanye's face gradually faded. "Breakfast is ready, madam, please use it slowly."

Sanze said, picking up a sandwich and saying, "I'm going to bring Winnie's breakfast."

"Wait, I'm curious." Mrs. Kanapari looked up and asked, "Why... are you called poseidon Military Advisor?"

"Madam, the first thing you need to know is that most of the things you said to you yesterday are true." San Zero thought for a while: "In reality, I am the main scorer of Pittsburgh; in the game, I am the main tank of Dark Second Group and a teammate of Poseidon."

"Ah" Mrs. Kanapari covered her mouth in surprise. "Then why would you..."

"Winnie is a very cute little man, and I don't know why I received his invitation." Sanye smiled faintly: "I don't want Winnie to be sorry for Winnie in this game because of something wrong with me. I don't want to be sorry for Winnie, nor do I want to be sorry for the military advisor. The military advisor never talks about his game, but I know he attaches great importance to this game, and I can see that. So, I'm sorry to take your breakfast, but the sausage must be calmed down at this time."

Mrs. Kanapari was so funny that she was trembling by the saying of Three Zero. Three Zero left Mrs. Kanapari with an evil smile, and then pushed her away and walked out.

As he walked out of Mén, he saw Visconti hitting Tetris with a frown.

"Breakfast." Sanling put the plate on the table.

"Since I left my dad, I thought no one would care about me anymore," said Visconti rolling his eyes.

"To be honest, Visconti, there are three hours left before the game. Will your time really affect your condition?" asked Sanlong.

"No," Visconti said, but someone like him who can't lie clearly can't hide the eyes of Sanling-his guilty expression almost wrote on his face.

"Eat honestly." Sanze slapped Visconti on the back: "I'll leave first."

"Where are you going?" asked Visconti, "Come on Hell Road with me in a while? I'll introduce you to the old godfather and tony, they are all very good people."

"I'm afraid this is not suitable, because I have to cheer for the military advisor in a while." Sanling said.

"Ah Andy, I thought we were friends..." Visconti said with his eyes open.

"Of course, we are friends." Sanling said with a smile.

"Then can't you cheer me up?" Visconti waved his fist dissatisfied: "At least, you don't cheer on either side. This game means a lot to me, and you don't know." Visconti's mouth was stuffed with sandwiches and said with his tongue: "As long as I win, I can tie poseidon to Hell Road for more than ten days and fight him with a happy fight."

"But this game means equally important to the military advisor." Three Zero shook his head: "And in places like Hell Road, he needs more support than I do."

Visconti pouted and said reluctantly: "Okay...but you have to promise me that when there are girls I can't handle in the future, you must be on call."

"What if I was playing at that time?" Sanlin said angrily: "I'm not your pick-up consultant."

"Hehe, I don't care. I'm going to bother you anyway." Visconti said roguely.

Sanlin kicked him with a smile, put on his coat and walked out to Mén.

On December 11, the Masters' main competition officially opened, with the Hell Road Arena full and the atmosphere was booming.

According to the convention of the Masters, there will be many bloody plots such as revenge, brothers' destruction, and fate encounters, but this fierce battle will not appear at the beginning.

Because the game at the beginning of each round is a competition for this group of the world's highest-ranking people to eliminate wild card players.

But this time is not the same. The first game in Group A was a match between Visconti and Poseidon, which was definitely a match between Mars and Earth. If the first round of the Masters in history was a preheating game and a small dessert, then this game was a direct meal.

After all, as such a special professional player, poseidon is already recognized as a world-class expert before the talent show has ended and cannot be compared with ordinary wild card players.

And this game has enough gimmicks.

Visconti is Croto's law enforcement officer, and poseidon is the player Croto hates the most now... Although due to the different ages, Croto's hatred with WGA is no longer as strong as when Dore's predecessors were there, it is impossible to say that there is no conflict between the two sides.

At seven o'clock, the Hell Road Arena was already full of people. Some special seats near the venue should be reserved for some special people, so it will appear a little empty.

Of course, there are DJs who adjust the atmosphere in the Masters' main competition, but unlike the qualifiers, DJs will give part-time commentary during the qualifiers. In the main competition, especially in important competitions, there will be professional commentators, and world-class players will appear as commentary guests.

DJ is usually only responsible for adjusting live music and not opening too much.

The commentator of today's game is a guy who has been commenting on Hell Road for more than ten years. His id is max and Visconti's official commentator; if there is no accident, he will be responsible for the commentator of this Masters.

Today's commentator is also very big - Lancelot, Apennine metronome, Knight's sword, and tactical master. In order to choose the commentator of this game, the organizer can be said to have done his best. He should not be too biased towards Cloto or too biased towards WGA. He must be pertinent and just, and he must also be outstanding in strength, be able to understand the tactical intentions of Visconti and poseidon, and also be quick to react and know how to adjust the atmosphere. He cannot be an iceberger like Viva, nor can he easily steal the attention of the audience like Prince William or Tony...

After a long discussion, Lancelot was finally finalized as the commentary of this game.

Even in Italy, a handsome guy-prone area, too many handsome men are likely to cause aesthetic fatigue, but Lancelot, a handsome man who makes people sigh, is still extremely outstanding. It’s just a pity that such a handsome guy was born in the wrong era and became one of the most miserable professional players in the world.

Lancelot is handsome, if he was twenty years old, he would be the idol of a generation. However, with Prince William's charm of killing all living beings in seconds, he could only follow behind and be as unknown as other players; in terms of strength, Lancelot is a unique tactician in Italy, which is famous for its tactics. He is known as one of the three people in the world who know the essence of the game best, but he has been struggling under the shadow of Visconti and Tony.

After all, he is just a tactical master, and his game is a normal game. Facing the inhuman Visconti and Tony standing in the clouds and looking down at the mortals, Lancelot is too tragic.

But Lancelot is indeed very suitable to be the host of this game, because he has a deep understanding of the game, he has extraordinary tactical attainments, his gentle temperament and integrity, it is really appropriate for such a professional player to analyze the situation of the game.

Lancelot is talking to the commentator about the game.

"I've never seen such a first round of anticipated games." commentator Max smiled and said, "It seems that the confrontation between poseidon and Visconti burst out with very high energy."

"Of course. The wild card system has been well received since its introduction. Newcomers who have just debuted can get guidance from top experts, which is of great significance to their growth." Lancelot nodded: "But maybe we will witness a miracle today. The wild card system has been implemented for 16 years. This is the first time that wild card players may overturn the head of the group."

"Are you more optimistic about poseidon's victory over Lord Visconti?" Max asked in surprise with a smile.

"I don't know what I think," Lancelot said sincerely. "Theoretically, the victory of a wild card player is a miracle, because the gap in strength is too big. But poseidon is not as strong as a human being. This game, no matter what the result is, is the game closest to a miracle."

"What do you think of the two sides in the war?" asked max.

"Well... I won't talk about Winnie anymore. We are old teammates, and everyone is familiar with him." Lancelot frowned: "As for poseidon, I have to say that he is really an impressive guy. To learn about this game, I found all the game videos of poseidon and watched it again. The more I watched it, the more I was impressed by this person. I have never seen someone with such comprehensive and perfect skills, and I have never seen someone with such conservative playing."

"Conservative?" max asked in surprise.

"Yes, conservative." Lancelot nodded without hesitation: "His caution and his calmness are both hidden under his amazing strength, but if you study it carefully, you will find how conservative and cautious the way of poseidon is. It's just that his opponents were not strong enough before, so they couldn't make a big splash, that's all. Look, today's game will confirm my statement."

"Is this kind of conservatism... an advantage?" max said tentatively.

"His conservatism comes from calm beyond imagination and coldness beyond age. You must still remember his excitement index." Lancelot said quietly: "This is a rare temperament, but...max I think you should understand what kind of monster Winnie is. If you are still so conservative, poseidon will definitely encounter trouble."

"You mean, Lord Visconti has a relatively high chance of victory?" Max asked again.

"I don't know, max." Lancelot looked at the poseidon who was eating chocolate with his head down in the rest area of ​​the contestants, saying: "In terms of strength, poseidon and Visconti are evenly matched. It is certain that poseidon will encounter trouble, but can it be overcome...max, you have to know that Vini is a monster, but poseidon is the same. This is a game that cannot be measured by common sense, and it is a game beyond my imagination. Poseidon will definitely not be pushed away by Vini as easily as the previous opponents. So don't let me predict the outcome of the game, although I really hope Vini will win."

Max looked at Lancelot and didn't want to say more, so he changed the topic: "Hmm-haha, a celebrity has entered the venue, broadcast it to the camera."
Chapter completed!