Black sails

Chapter 418 LII. The battle begins within five seconds of meeting

Half past one in the afternoon.

The arena has a special dealer to conduct betting and invoicing, but the market does not open until two o'clock.

Independent viewing outside the seats.

A pair of graceful women attracted the attention of the audience. Suddenly, the great master was no longer in the mood to stage a battle between popular contestants. He just swallowed his saliva and went camping outdoors.

"I only watch, not place bets."

A woman wearing a light yellow gauze skirt, with a servant holding a parasol, a sunhat and sunglasses, said to her friends who were traveling with her.

"You'll love it."

Another woman with short blond hair and a slightly playful look, wildly dressed and wearing a studded leather jacket, held the other's hand and looked at her newly done manicure.

Both women were accompanied by escorts, and they could not pretend to be noble. They were either noble ladies or wealthy daughters.

The great gods and brothers all have wild imaginations, and if it wasn’t for the public, they would have enlightened them.

But as the two women and the guard entered the separated independent viewing seats, they returned to their original shape in a second, and they all began to discuss which one was more expensive and which one was more reliable to buy.

Just like a middle-aged greasy man studying horse racing, his analysis is succinct and brilliant. Compared with them, Buffett is a loser.

"I thought why I was watching the seats independently...Isn't this the same thing?"

Isis took off her sunglasses, revealing her dark brown eyes. The seat was also made of stone. It was cold and dusty at first glance.

However, her female companion knew very well. She had already asked her accompanying escort to bring a cushion with excellent fabrics and workmanship. Even with such good materials and fillings of precious bird feathers, they were only disposable items and could be thrown away after sitting this afternoon. .

The two women then sat down.

"You're really pretending."

One of Galen's younger brothers complained that he had a very common hatred of rich people.

"I'll give it to you, why don't you say it?"

The other boy spoke extremely vulgarly.

"I can't stand it, I hate it."

The younger brother said with a mean smile.

"Stop talking!"

Galen scolded sternly and lowered his voice. Fortunately, no one heard him, but several people around him looked at him in surprise. Don't be underestimated. He knows something is wrong with Li Site. He is not here to watch the game and is worried.

I don't know what he was thinking. He licked his fingers and made a crisp sound. But not long after he finished licking, he continued to lick desperately, feeling extremely anxious.

Isis looked at the entire independent auditorium, and many gentlemen in the seats took off their hats to salute her. Those people were all well-dressed, and they were all wealthy businessmen.

Only the four people in the corner looked out of place. Their bodies and rag-like clothes looked more like laborers on the dock.

Finally, his eyes fell on Li Site.

Even if Li Site covered his face.

Inexplicably...somewhat familiar.

That body type and the scar that shows a little.

"Brother Li, that woman keeps staring at you."

Galen reminded Li Site.

Only then did Li Site come back to his senses and looked in the direction Galen said.

Isis turned her head back alertly, her breathing a little short.

Li Site no longer cares whether there is anyone watching him, whether it is an intelligence agent like Serin.

Things that had been suppressed for nearly ten years went to his head.

Only Li Site himself understands.

He's not some outlaw.

Let him wander around in a lawless zone killing people and setting fires, go against the government and form gangs to rob trains, and race all the way through the abyss of no return.

It's not some innate courage.

Courage is difficult to bestow.

List calls it bottoming out.

Only by accepting that you are the most rubbish bastard can you have the power to fight against the world.

Li Site wanted to test the authenticity.

Is it the lingering nightmare from the fire eight years ago?

He didn't know what to do when the time came. Should he directly participate in the competition? No……

If he will appear in the imperial capital finals.

Then I have four months to catch him.

"What’s wrong with you?"

her female companion asked.

"nothing……"

Isis lifted a trace of her chestnut curls behind her ears. She wasn't sure, just a little bit like it.

Seven years ago, when she traveled to the Southern Continent, she met a man who was quite capable when she went out to sea. She was obsessed with it at the time and bought tickets for him and his friends. Only then did she find out that the two people were fugitive.

"I've asked my dad to get tickets for the finals in advance. That means we'll be playing in Arran until the end of the Stargazing Festival! There's no need to go back to Zeon."

The blond woman was a little excited as she spoke. Her father was quite powerful in politics.

The senior officials of Wuchang in the Western Continent would not change even if they were to become gods.

"No... four months."

Isis didn't have time to waste so long. She was already quite old. Her family planned to marry her off before the end of the year, and her fiancé had already been found.

"I bought your ticket too, so come with me."

The blonde coquettishly looked at Isis.

Isis sighed. She happened to want to escape from home, so she might as well follow her around.

"According to your."

She spoke softly.

The vendor holding the tray of cigarettes and wine shouted, and Galen asked him to come over and buy two packs of cigarettes and four bottles of wine. They were half the price than outside, but he had no choice but to endure it.

But Li Site was extremely abnormal and did not smoke or drink, and kept his eyes on the battlefield arena.

Arrive at two o'clock.

The auditorium begins to boil. There are many dealers in the arena. They will inform both sides of the next game, the odds, and after the purchase is completed.

Only players will enter.

The primary election, especially the first round, is not so formal, there is not much push, and the battle starts within five seconds of meeting.

Those with martial virtues will stay alive, while those without martial virtues will be killed and gone in a matter of seconds, but there are many who are evenly matched.

Without two brushes, one would not dare to come to the mainland to deliver food.

In a separate viewing room for thirty people.

The Dutch player is introducing the game situation, Morningside Port Third Division, May 11th, the first game in the afternoon.

Quinlan, who comes from the East China Sea, fights against an orc from the north. The orc also has a gang background.

Those who participate in the mainland martial arts competition are not serious people, and murderers can come. During special periods, the emperor pardons these people. If they lose, they will not die. If they are captured and executed, if they die, they will die.

The odds are ridiculously low. After seeing Quinlan's style yesterday, they are all 27 to 1. There is no suspense. Apart from the dealer's commission, there is nothing to make.

The only people who bet on orcs are those who specialize in pulling off upsets.

But many people are in a wait-and-see mode, just watching for fun. If you don’t place a bet, no one will force you.

Of course Li Site wouldn't place a bet. He wasn't in the mood. It seemed like Azabu Tou would have to wait a while before he came on stage.

He didn't know Quinlan's name.

When Quinlan was working under Dollinger, he was a freeloader, with a low sense of existence and a reclusive god.

He participated in the mainland martial arts competition, and his ranking was not important. What was important was that Daolinger had fallen and he needed to find a new supporter to avoid being pursued by the Fate Weaver Association.

"Hardware Dragon, I bet on my husband."

In the independent viewing room, a black-haired sorceress with a leather collar around her neck said this to He Shou.

Everyone turned their attention to him.

Hardware Dragon is extremely generous.

Only He Shou looked confused.

"Who is your husband...?"

He held his hands and was speechless.

"Quinlan."

The sorceress said casually and put down five golden dragons.

Within ten minutes, I bought it and left it quickly.

There is no such thing as a host in the primary election. At 2:10, the time is up and the audience starts to make noise.

There are eight iron gates in the amphitheater. As the staff turned the chain winch, the blood-stained iron gates facing each other were slowly opened.

The metal hissed extremely sharply.

The rules are simple.

After the door opens, the contestants enter and stand outside the door, but they cannot move and start fighting until the iron gate is closed again.

Until one party admits defeat, loses the ability to fight, or dies.

But there are unwritten rules.

There is no point in throwing in the towel.

There is no special reason, just because the emperor is martial.

Two figures walked out of the iron gate.

Then there was a bang.

The gate just smashed down.

Quinlan was tired of going round after round and he had to get a big, walk-off final.