Chapter 38 Amateurs

Seeing the other party and his group leave, Nighthawk picked up the cup of honey tea. It must be noted that it was probably due to some kind of distrust, so Rotia never touched it from head to toe. However, there was indeed no trap for this cup of honey tea, so Nighthawk took the tea up and enjoyed it without hesitation at this moment.

He put down the teacup and suddenly burst into laughter. Success! What he thought was that there was no hope at all was successful so simply! To be honest, fate was really unpredictable. He originally thought that he had lost this opportunity... but now it seems that it is just that simple.

"Boss." A subordinate came up as his laughter calmed down. "Since money is no longer a problem now..." His hand made a cut, "Are we going to do it?"

"No, wait for a moment." Nighthawk replied. The war against the Black Pig Gang is already in a prevailing situation, it is just a matter of time, and the chance of victory is also very high. But he is not ordinary hooligans who have muscles but no brains, who only know how to fight and kill, and are brave and cruel. Otherwise, he would not have lived today and never have the time to see the blood-related father. The Black Pig Gang is not difficult to deal with, and the excuse for taking action is also ready-made - that is the legacy of the Crazy Horse Gang. But he also understood that once the Black Pig Gang was defeated, the situation below would not be that simple. They have already attracted the wind... An alliance has formed a prototype in secret. If the Black Pig Gang is eliminated, then he will have to face a hard battle - perhaps the biggest danger in his life.

Compared to this future struggle, it is nothing to get a lot of money from Rotia this time. At least he is more than 70% sure of this adventure, and he is only 30% sure of that war. In particular, he is not sure how much help can be obtained in this war - a relative of a certain blood relationship.

Speaking of which, outsiders may not believe it. Isn’t that a matter of course that one would support him? If he was really at a disadvantage, the one could even mobilize the security forces in the city to assist him. At least on the surface, this kind of thing is easy and unharmed for that one. As for the benefits, in addition to the natural closeness of blood, the one also got a lot of benefits from him, including money and intelligence. But Nighthawk himself knew it—although this kind of thing

Things have not happened, but he knew by instinct that if he was really in danger in the competition in the underground world, perhaps that person would not save him. So far, all he got from that person was only a name of pulling the tiger's skin and a relatively stable channel of material. But he paid a lot - of course, he was willing to do so. These efforts opened another road in front of him, a road leading to light and able to stand under the sun.

In the underground world, he passed the hurdles and moved forward smoothly. The gods also treated him well, appearing in front of him one by one. But on another, he had encountered an invisible ceiling that blocked his way. If he could not break this transparent barrier, then his true ambition would never have a chance to realize.

Two hundred thousand Jin Oli... Of course, it is more than enough to deal with the Black Pig Gang, but if you have to face the next decisive battle... In fact, the Black Pig Gang is not very meaningful. This gang is not particularly strong, and the territory it occupies is not particularly good. But they are opponents that must be eliminated. Eliminate them, then the Iron Eagle Gang will occupy nearly one-third of the territory of the entire commercial area. The key is to control the exchange between the noble area and the commercial area... The noble area has always been a key area for various underground gangs to transfer property and materials. This monopoly is intolerable to other gangs. Of course, if it can be monopolized, then in fact it is equivalent to indirectly controlling the entire underground world of the Eagle Falcon City.

While he was pondering, a young and enchanting woman came to him at some point, and leaned against him inadvertently.

"What's wrong, you look depressed?" The woman's soft body tangled around him. "You should be happy to turn a bad thing into a good thing."

Nighthawk put his hands around the woman's slender and elastic waist. "You don't understand." He said softly. This woman was his mistress and staff officer. In fact, the matter just now was conceived by this woman for him. It was very dangerous, but it was worth the money.

"Why aren't you happy? I don't get enough from Huajie?" the woman said in his ear. "As long as you get a stable income, you don't need to put your hands into Huajie, right? It's the same as a superior gang for subordinate gangs?"

Nighthawk smiled softly. Is the matter in another world really too high for this underground world? Even a smart woman can only have this level of vision.

"When Rotia came just now, you should have watched it from behind." Nighthawk said. "Do you have any opinions about her and the men she brought?"

"I'm afraid Rotia has gathered a solid force on Huajie," the woman replied. "The group of people she brought with her seem not very used to living in this world. They should be temporary mercenaries. But she did this a little bit more obvious. Although she tried hard to pretend to be harmless, things might not be that simple. Do you know, I heard from one channel... Rotia seems to have been pretending to be a little white rabbit without any injuries, but in fact she has secretly lurked her power into the entire Eagle Falcon City. On the surface, she is nothing, and she has not even charged money from the prostitutes who do business in Huajie, but if she wants to do this... it will be a matter of minutes."

"Well, I feel the same way. Even if I let go of the blood-colored rose, it's a problem for her to come here today. This actually makes me acknowledge that she is the controller of Huajie. Although she has always denied that she is a leader in the past," Nighthawk replied. "This time they should pay the money... but next time... they want to continue to gain profits, are there any good ideas?"

"It's very simple." The woman leaned her chest tightly on Nighthawk's arm. "Just fight with literature and not martial arts. Although it may be difficult to say in the long run, it will definitely be fine if you do it three times, five times or something in the near future."

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The audience in the venue made cheers after cheers. The bloodthirsty passion made everyone intoxicated and screamed with their greatest voice.

In the ring in the middle, the two players holding dull swords had clearly decided the winner. Both players were not wearing armor, and in fact they were all naked on their upper bodies, which made dull swords quite dangerous. At this moment, one player was already scarred and covered in blood, and could only barely protect his head and face and stagger back. Even if his opponent was not unharmed, at least he did not receive any heavy blows. The battle has entered the final stage, and the audience was full of beastly howlings such as "kill him", "kill this waste", and "kill him". Half of the people called this because they supported the winner, and the other some shouted this because they hated the loser for letting them lose money.

This is the arena of Eagle City, a place that uses bloody fighting to attract and stimulate the residents of Eagle City.

Essin was interested in watching the fighting in the field. He was in a good position now, which allowed him to see the whole process clearly. As the saying goes, "Asiders watch the excitement, while those who are experts watch the tricks." For Essin, there was no suspense in this battle from head to toe. What made him interested was not the winner, but how the winner attacked his opponent cleverly and cruelly. On the one hand, the opponent was scarred, but on the other hand, he did not let the opponent fall down - similar to most competitions in this world, falling down means losing, but the winner could not continue to attack.

Perhaps tired of the cheers of the audience, or perhaps tired of the trick of cats playing with mice, the winner finally swept a heavy and decisive blow. The blunt sword used in the game hit the human head, knocking the whole person to the ground. Then, the winner stepped on the head of the fallen loser, raised his sword high, and shouted for victory towards the sky.

His move teased the audience's emotions to the extreme. In an instant, the entire arena was filled with shouts. Everyone was shouting "Champion! Champion! Champion!" Almost no one saw the fallen challenger motionless in the ring, and dark red blood slowly flowed out under him, gathering into a small pool of blood.

But it doesn't matter if someone notices it. This is a arena. Fighting competition. Not to mention playing with iron tools like this, even if you have bare hands, it is not uncommon to kill people.

Seeing this scene, Clio frowned. The loser should have died. The fight with this unsightly blunt sword will generally not kill people, or at least not kill them on the spot. However, this guy got too many swords before he fell down, and the last blow was hit behind his ears. Anyone who has any knowledge of fighting skills knows that it would be dangerous to be hit hard at this position.

"This guy named Barcelona Dorni is really dangerous." Clio said softly.

"That's all. That's what people do." Essin replied without any disastrously. "Okay, the game is over. We can go find him."

The game is indeed over. The winner has been transferred to the lounge on the side, and the loser has been carried away. The audience begins to leave.

The backstage of the arena is relatively simple. Essin is very familiar with this place, so he came to the contestants' lounge in just a few seconds. It was said that it was a lounge, but it was actually an empty room with weapons racks, medical supplies, and chairs for people to sit on.

The champion was there, playing with the sword in his hand bored. This was because he had to wait here for a while - the man in the arena had not sent him a prize for victory.

The moment Essin entered the door, the champion discovered it. He turned his head and stared at Essin and Clio. At that moment, Clio clearly felt a powerful pressure coming to his face, a suffocating sense of horror. Fortunately, Essin was in front of him, otherwise Clio felt that he might have had a clear loss of composure.

"Hey, Barcelona Dorni, when my old friend is here, can't you welcome him with a smile?" Essin was not affected by the other party's momentum at all.

"You're looking for me again, what's the matter?" The man named Barthodoni said in a cold manner. However, after confirming Essin, his tense muscles all over his body relaxed immediately. He turned his head, picked up a towel from the side, and wiped himself. He was almost injured in the competition just now, but he still felt a little touched on his arm, and there was a clear blue bruise on his white skin.
Chapter completed!