A Scientific Urban Detective

As Lin Wuming and the others approached, one of the four masked figures spoke, though it was impossible to tell which one.

"Why is it you? Where's your boss?"

The Second Boss hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "Our boss had an unexpected matter and couldn't make it, so he sent me to deliver the gladiators."

"Understood," the masked figures nodded in unison, then added, "These three stay here; you can leave."

"Huh? Leave?" The Second Boss was taken aback.

"You are not a member of the arena and are not qualified to enter and watch the matches," the masked figure said indifferently. "Do not do unnecessary things, do not say unnecessary words, and turn around immediately."

The Second Boss didn't care at all about whether he was qualified to enter and watch the matches. In fact, he was secretly delighted and couldn't wait to leave these fake gladiators.

He cautiously glanced at Kurotsuma Menaryu and the others, and seeing that they didn't seem to have any special reaction, he hurriedly turned around and left.

Lin Wuming and Kurotsuma Menaryu naturally wouldn't stop him, but stood quietly in place, waiting to enter the interior of the "Underground Arena."

"The three of you are quite composed, good quality." The masked figure sneered, then opened the blast door behind him.

"Each gladiator has their own preparation room. You can rest well before the match starts. However, it is forbidden to leave your room without permission, and even more forbidden to fight in private. Once inside, do not run around."

After saying these precautions, three masked figures stepped forward and led Lin Wuming and the other two into the door one after another.

Thus, only one masked figure remained at the entrance.

In the dim light, the pale smiling mask looked particularly eerie.

He took out a handgun from behind, screwed on a silencer, and walked forward—toward the direction the Second Boss had left…

After Lin Wuming and his group of three entered the blast door, they were led by their respective "guides" through a long corridor to another area.

This place was like a cheap hotel, with rows of security doors lining both sides of the walls.

Behind each door was a corresponding rest room.

The masked figures were silent, leading their respective gladiators into the "rest rooms."

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive and strange. Lin Wuming, walking in the middle, looked back at Kurotsuma Menaryu. At this moment, the latter looked calm and composed, nodding to Lin Wuming to indicate "no problem."

Without further communication, Lin Wuming and the others were semi-forcibly pushed into their respective "rest rooms."

After Lin Wuming entered the room, he found that the rest room was surprisingly simple, with only a set of desks and chairs placed against the wall at the far end. There was nothing else.

"There is a document on the table. Sign it, and remember to use your real name," the masked figure also entered the room. The voice, altered by a voice changer, was somewhat androgynous and sounded strange.

"Sign… I haven't heard of this step before," Lin Wuming said.

"It's related to whether you can get the final prize money," the masked figure said. "Besides, at this point, what else do you have to worry about?"

"That's true." Lin Wuming thought about it from their perspective. For someone who has already come to sell their life in a bloody deathmatch, signing a few more documents doesn't seem to matter.

So Lin Wuming walked towards the desk at the end of the room.

However, after taking five steps, a loud noise suddenly came from behind him.

Lin Wuming looked back and saw an iron railing across the center of the room, separating him from the masked figure at opposite ends of the room.

At this point, Lin Wuming knew that he had been exposed.

"You…" Sighing, Lin Wuming gave up asking how they discovered his flaw—anyway, his disguise was never very elaborate, so it was normal to be detected by the enemy.

"You guys are really cautious," Lin Wuming changed to a sigh.

This room, this railing, and the accompanying rhetoric… obviously, the other party was prepared.

"Heh, the arena has been held for so many sessions. How many spies, undercover agents, and deliberate saboteurs do you think we've dealt with?" the masked figure said mockingly. "We have comprehensive response plans to deal with gladiators like you with ulterior motives."

Lin Wuming didn't panic. He thought carefully and said, "It seems that the studio boss really leaked the information?"

"You can think about this kind of thing in hell," the masked figure said, taking out a gun from behind and pointing it at Lin Wuming.

It can be said that Lin Wuming was least afraid of this kind of face-to-face direct bullet attack, so he still had the mood to carefully observe the weapon in the enemy's hand.

"Don't worry, you won't die for the time being," the masked figure said, slightly shaking the gun in his hand, seemingly taking Lin Wuming's silent gaze as nervousness. "This is a taser. You have a few hours to live."

"Since you want to be gladiators, then we will satisfy you." The masked figure did not hide his cruel smile. "You will become gladiators in the opening match, and your opponent will be a beast that has been hungry for three days…"

Before he finished speaking, a capture net was sprayed from the corner of the room, and at the same time, the masked figure pulled the trigger…

A few minutes were enough. Lin Wuming changed into a suit, put on a mask, pushed open the door, and walked out.

Although the masked figures noticed that Lin Wuming had "ulterior motives," they didn't seem to know that he was a level 3 esper, so they still dealt with him according to the standards for non-powered or weak-powered individuals.

The result was predictably a failure.

Lin Wuming cleanly and neatly solved the enemy, changed into his clothes, and disguised himself as a staff member of the underground arena.

Next, the first thing to do is to rescue Kurotsuma Menaryu.

Although he is very good at fighting, Kurotsuma Menaryu is essentially just an ordinary person. Without the assistance of superpowers, it is difficult to escape the trap just now.

"This is really an unfavorable start…" Lin Wuming hurriedly walked towards Kurotsuma Menaryu's room.

Opening the door, he saw a mess in the room, and a masked figure was lying in the corner like a broken sack. Apart from that, he didn't see Kurotsuma Menaryu.

Moreover, there was no railing in this room. It seemed that Kurotsuma Menaryu had taken the lead before the enemy launched the trap.

"So, where is he?" Lin Wuming was a little puzzled. If Kurotsuma Menaryu had escaped first, why didn't he come to rescue himself?

He didn't think Kurotsuma Menaryu was the kind of person who would stand by and watch others die.

Lin Wuming turned around and prepared to check the other gladiator's room.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a fist the size of a sandbag smashing towards his face!

Fortunately, being in enemy territory, Lin Wuming always maintained a layer of telekinetic barrier around him.

Although the strength of this barrier was limited, it was more than enough to buy himself time.

Taking this opportunity, Lin Wuming saw clearly the person who attacked him—it was Kurotsuma Menaryu!

Who told him to wear a mask now…

"It's me, Lin Wuming! Stop!" Lin Wuming strengthened the telekinetic barrier, blocking the opponent's fist, and shouted in a low voice.

"Huh? Lin?" Kurotsuma Menaryu stopped attacking.

Lin Wuming also took off his mask to show his identity.

"You also…" Kurotsuma Menaryu showed a helpless wry smile.

"Me also?" Lin Wuming realized something, "Who else is disguised as a staff member?"

"It's the boy who came with us," Kurotsuma Menaryu said with lingering fear. "He saved me just now, otherwise I might have eaten a bullet."