"Ox warrior?" A male voice suddenly sounded from behind a few people, "Kid, is this bull warrior you are talking about very powerful?"

"Uncle, who are you?" Guangyou turned around after hearing the voice and saw a man with short, fluffy hair standing behind their seat.

She has a delicate face and regular facial features, and looks pretty good.

"I'm only 27 years old, and I haven't reached the age of an uncle yet." The man smiled bitterly and changed the subject, "By the way, kid, who is the Bull Warrior you are talking about? Is he powerful?"

"It's not a question of whether he's good or not." Guangyou made a few gestures on a whim and clicked his tongue, "He's really that rare kind of...arrogant person."

The man nodded and expressed his understanding: "I understand. In Mexican wrestling, the loser has to take off his mask. This bull warrior must have confidence in himself to win every battle. He seems to be very strong indeed."

"Sorry to interrupt." Uncle Maoli glanced at the man and then at Yanyou. Although the two people didn't know each other, they seemed to be chatting quite happily. However, the man still did not introduce his identity. "Excuse me.

,Who are you?"

"My name is Da Shen Jing Qing, and I am twenty-seven years old this year." Da Shen Jing Qing laughed sarcastically before introducing himself, "Uncle, the most ugly man you mentioned just now is me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Maori suddenly became embarrassed. He arranged that the person happened to be heard by the real owner. It takes a lot of luck to encounter such a thing.

Before he could change the topic, Uncle Maori realized something. So, the man in front of him was the wolf-faced warrior?

Xiaolan also realized this, and she shouted in surprise: "In that case, Mr. Dashen, you are..."

"Shh!" The great god Jing Qing quickly raised a finger to signal the two of them not to reveal his identity. He looked around and said softly, "You are right, the wolf-faced warrior is indeed me."

"Is it such a coincidence?" Conan looked back and murmured, "It's okay for a character like this to appear here, but why would he tell a stranger his identity that he deliberately concealed without fear of being exposed?"

The others did not hear Conan's muttering and continued talking to the master Jingqing.

"But Mr. Dashen, if you show up here without a mask, nothing will happen." Xiaolan looked around and made sure no one was looking in their direction before saying, "If someone finds out, then

Wouldn’t your efforts be in vain?”

Nowadays, the audience who cares about the game of the wolf-faced warrior is generally divided into two types. One kind wants to see how many consecutive games the wolf-faced warrior can win.

The other is like Xiaolan, who hopes that the wolf-faced warrior loses the game, so that he can know what the person under the mask looks like.

"It's okay. The company has already announced to the public that Wolf Face Warrior is a Mexican. In addition, I often sit in the front row and enjoy the matches. Many old viewers are familiar with me, so everyone just thinks that I am a new member of wrestling.

Just a player”

The great god Jingqing said without caring at all, "And I will only use the unique skills of the wolf-faced warrior in the ring, and people will never associate it with me."

"Uncle Dashen is right. As long as there are no accidents, others will not easily think of him."

Guangyou added on the side, "Just like what this great uncle said, on the one hand, people would not think that a person who often shows his face is a wolf-faced warrior. On the other hand, it is this identity. It is right to take off the mask when losing the game. Anyone who knows about the rules of Mexican wrestling should know it, so it’s just a smoke bomb.”

"This little brother is right, the company and I think so too." As soon as the master Jing Qing agreed, he felt something was wrong. Did the child just call him uncle? Is he so young?

"Then if you put it that way, not many people should know your identity."

Even so, Uncle Maoli was still a little worried, "But aren't you afraid that we will reveal your true identity?"

"Except for the professional wrestlers from Imperial City, no one knows my identity. Even my parents and girlfriend don't know about it."

The great god Jingqing smiled and waved his hands, comforting several people, "I believe you will not reveal my information. After all, I am the famous detective Mouri Kogoro. I believe in your credibility, Mr. Mouri."

This flattery was just right, and Uncle Maori felt extremely comfortable. He suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, straightened his expression a little, and nodded: "Don't worry, I will never reveal your ID card. I, Kogoro Maori, Very trustworthy.”

In fact, Ogami Jingqing's appearance is quite good, which made Uncle Maori a little confused and asked: "Speaking of which, Mr. Ogami, you are quite handsome, I don't think there is any need to cover it up."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you cover it up. Showing your face will certainly attract some viewers who care about appearance, but the popularity won't be as high as it is now."

Guangyou interjected, "First use the gimmick of winning streak and taking off the mask when losing to create a character that is different from other players, causing a wave of discussion."

"It would be best if the winning streak can continue. When the winning streak reaches a certain number, such as taking off the mask to celebrate when the winning streak reaches 100, it will definitely increase the popularity and attract more viewers."

"Of course, you can also choose not to take off your mask and keep it until you retire. In this case, you will create a myth of no defeat, and you will be remembered even if you retire."

"It doesn't matter if you lose accidentally, because you have won many games in a row and have a certain fan base. In addition, you can attract a wave of viewers by showing your face. By then, you will be more popular than ordinary wrestlers."

After listening to Guangyou's analysis, Conan, Xiaolan, and Uncle Maori all nodded thoughtfully.

This wave of analysis is well-founded and really convincing.

"Actually, it's not that complicated." Master Jingqing couldn't help but explain, "It's just that I like the feeling of being masked..."

As soon as he finished explaining, the great god Jingqing felt the boy who called him uncle look at him.

At this time, Guangyou was a little embarrassed. He just made up nonsense and talked a lot in a serious manner. Even if the facts are different, because he said so much, let's cooperate with him and continue acting.

It's not something important.

Fortunately, the master Jingqing speeded up her speech slightly after feeling his gaze and smoothed things over: "But after playing a few games, the company found that many viewers wanted to see my true face, so they thought of using this as a publicity point."

"Excuse me, Mr. Master, aren't you sad?" Xiaolan suddenly looked sad and asked Master Jingqing, "It must be hard for you to hide your identity from everyone."

Conan's expression suddenly changed.

Xiaolan continued to ask: "I think your girlfriend really hopes that you can tell her the truth about this matter, right?"

The scene fell into a brief silence. The great god Jingqing didn't expect Xiaolan to ask this question, and he couldn't decide how to answer it for a while. Conan was looking at Xiaolan and didn't know what he was thinking.

Uncle Maoli looked at Xiaolan and didn't know why his daughter asked this question, but he didn't say anything and just sat by and observed the situation.

Guangyou, who was sitting aside talking to Xiao Ai, also turned his head and looked at Conan and Xiao Lan.

The atmosphere gradually became a little solemn...
Chapter completed!