2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

With a crisp sound of "Bang!", the blood-red lion mask swirled in mid-air and landed on the ground.

There was burning pain on the side of Yan Muyun's face, and there was a light red mark on it.

If he had been shot from the front just now, the bridge of his nose would have been completely shattered, and the severe pain would have caused him to lose his ability to fight.

However, at this time, Yan Muyun had no time to be afraid and did not think of covering his face. Instead, he immediately put up a silver barrier in front of him.

Although the blow he just struck was solid, the tactile feedback from his fist told him that things were not that simple.

The weapons master's chest seemed to be padded with an iron plate, which was ridiculously hard.

Not only did his punch not cause any damage to it, it actually caused a dull pain on the surface of his fist and wrist.

Underneath the other party's clothes must have been covered with light cyan scales.

Yan Muyun's mood hit rock bottom. This was the first time tonight that he felt a strong sense of powerlessness. I have obviously tried my best, but I can't find any chance to win.

"May I have your name?"

"Huh?" Yan Muyun thought he didn't hear clearly and blinked.

On the other side of the barrier, the weapons master hung his hands by his side and frowned, as if he had encountered some huge problem: "What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?" Yan Muyun said calmly.

"Is your surname Yan?" the weapons master then asked.

Yan Muyun was a little confused and said impatiently: "Since you have found my information a long time ago, why bother asking me in person again."

However, the weapon master's next question stunned him: "Is your father's name Yan Muyun?"

Um? When did I become my son?

Yan Muyun's eyes widened, completely confused about the current situation: "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Is your father Yan Muyun?" The weapons master's expression was a little anxious.

"I...I am Yan Muyun." Yan Muyun pointed to his nose.

After hearing these words, the weapons master's eyes suddenly lit up, and the animalistic features on the surface of his body were completely removed. Then he turned sideways and made a gesture toward the audience, indicating to turn off the loudspeaker installed in the ring.

"You come to room 333 on the third floor later. I'll give in now." The weapons master said in surprise.

"What do you want to do?" Yan Muyun subconsciously took two steps back.

He didn't think he was very handsome, but at this moment he really suspected that the other party coveted his beauty.

The weapons master's expression was a little helpless: "Some things are not suitable to be said here. Anyway, I won't harm you."

After saying this, he waved towards the outside of the glass cover and said loudly: "I admit defeat, this Avengers has won."

The atmosphere outside exploded instantly, and the noisy sound reached the ceiling, causing the chandelier to tremble slightly.

"What's going on? Why don't you hit me half way?"

"What did you just talk about in there! You must have reached a shady deal, right!?"

"Are all match-fixing actions so fair and aboveboard now?!"

...

However, the weapons master ignored the angry crowd and walked directly off the arena with a wave of his hand.

Several regional managers watching the game looked at each other in confusion, their eyes widening, not knowing what was going on.

The Avengers had won ten consecutive victories for no apparent reason, and Taohuayuan was slapped on the face for no apparent reason, and the one who slapped him was one of his own.

At this time, they were confused, angry, and scared, but no one dared to confront the figure in the white training uniform.

After discussing in low voices, several people decided to maintain order in the venue first, and one by one they began to organize staff to comfort the spectators.

The beautiful host, who also looked confused, also picked up the microphone under the instruction: "Well, please be patient, our Taohuayuan will definitely give you a reasonable explanation tonight..."

On the stage, Mu Yun silently picked up the half-broken blood-red lion mask, hung it on his face, and then left the arena.

Let them have a headache about Peach Blossom Spring. I'll run away first anyway.

Yan Muyun had not gone very far off the stage when a slightly anxious voice shouted from not far away:

"Uncle...Uncle."

This unfamiliar and somewhat excessive title made him stop in his tracks, turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound, and sure enough he saw the frowning young man walking towards this side.

"This is the first time you call me that." Yan Muyun chuckled.

The expression on Yan Long's face was a little unnatural. He pretended not to hear the ridicule, walked closer and whispered: "Black Umbrella is willing to return Grandpa's brain, but the Saint Clothes..."

Yan Muyun's slightly warm mood suddenly cooled down: "Have you ever tried negotiating the price? I have won ten games in a row, and I estimate that I will receive millions soon."

"They made it clear that they didn't want money, and they only asked me to provide the remaining two pieces of internal information." The look on Yan Long's face was extremely serious: "I have tried my best, but their attitude is very tough. They also warned me that I must give it within this week. Provide a new piece of information or stop maintenance on grandma's brain and hang up."

"As a middleman, Black Umbrella doesn't care?" Yan Muyun frowned.

"According to the original contract, they had the right to choose money or information, so the Black Umbrella staff told me that there was nothing they could do." Yan Long lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

After listening to Yan Muyun, he felt an evil spirit rising in his heart, and his mood became extremely irritable, as if there were countless little ants crawling on his body. Even his breathing became a little heavier.

These damn guys must be uprooted when the time comes.

"So... what should we do?" Yan Long pursed his lips.

Yan Muyun took a deep breath and finally suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart: "Let me go to the third floor first. The weapons master seems to know me and said he wants to chat with me."

...

The weapons master must have said hello in advance. The waiter in front of the three-story carved golden door opened the door without asking any questions after seeing the two of them.

Yan Muyun and Yan Long found room 333 and rang the doorbell.

"We're finally here, please come in!" The door was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man in a white training suit came out to greet him enthusiastically, holding a bottle of liquor that had just been opened in his hand.

Yan Long almost subconsciously turned to look at the uncle beside him, while Mu Yun frowned with a pained expression on his face.

Is this guy really attracted to my beauty?

"Huh? Who is this?" The weapons master noticed that there was another person next to him, blinked and asked.

"Don't you remember me?" Yan Long asked expressionlessly.

"Have we met before?" The weapons master looked a little confused.

"Two years ago, I had a fight with you in the gladiatorial ring."

"Sorry, I've had too many fights."

"The stick I used in that fight was the same stick you used. You also told me that the arena is not a place for little brats, and you also said that you wanted to target me. You will hit me every time I come."

Although Yan Taki didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations on the surface, he obviously always held grudges in his heart.

"Hiss..." The weapons master touched his unshaven chin, frowned and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head in frustration: "Sorry, I still can't remember."

Yan Long hesitated for a moment and said, "I seemed to have smashed your game console..."

"It's you, kid!" The weapons master's eyes widened instantly.