Conan's I'm really not a model worker in a winery

Chapter 727 Past Chapter-Blade②

"No. 78, unqualified."

"No. 261, a little more agile than his peers..."

"No. 333...how did this brat with no brains survive two rounds?"

Underworld.

In the large circular underground arena, there were many men in black standing around the fence on the upper floor holding paper records, and there were even several antique cameras filming.

The faces of these men in black were not friendly, and even looked ferocious. Almost every one of them had a big cigarette in his hand, which made the entire underground air stale.

At this time, a man in black wearing a top hat came over and said, "Hey, we found an interesting new guy in Court No. 5. Would any of you want to go over and have a look?"

A big man sneered disdainfully: "Ha! How interesting can a group of brats be?"

A slightly thin man next to him also laughed: "Could it be that the heir of some big shot was sent in to be beaten severely?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A few people felt impatient, "Speaking of Anderberg, don't you just want us to go and have a look? You are so irritated that those who don't know think this kid is your illegitimate son."

But there are far more than five children in each 'battlefield', and there are many in their teens.

The expressions of the men in black were as if they were constipated, "Anderberg, your aesthetics are getting more and more weird!"

In the previous 'war', the opponent happened to be beaten in front of the Kurosawa Formation, and the other children wanted to continue fighting in front of the Kurosawa Formation.

A child was knocked to the ground, not far from the Kurosawa formation.

Field No. 5.

"You can eat it! It doesn't matter to me, the portions are a bit too much for me." No. 76 smiled shyly, moved his slightly sprained foot, and limped away from the 'battlefield'.

He didn't get involved in the fight and was the cleanest in the room.

Kurosawa array watched quietly, shaking his head inwardly:

Kurosawa Formation was a bit afraid to think about it.

But I’m getting older, and it’s time to find a successor.”

"Isn't it normal to have a name? Which orphanage has children without names?"

"……Hey!"

Under the stage, the cubs trapped here were fighting with their compatriots. Knives were slashed across their bodies. The children fighting together, the corpses scattered everywhere, and the pools of blood could not make those above pay more attention.

Unexpectedly, the loser of the previous game became the winner of this one.

"Raising gu... is inhumane. Can't the police find this place?"

However, he did not participate in the children's melee.

This is almost a 'miracle' that is hard to come across - because only the children who win can eat the food, and the children who do not eat the food will definitely not have the same physical strength and energy as the ones who eat.

"So what? This can only mean that he is useless..."

——Only when they defeat a sufficient number of children within the specified time and make them unable to fight back can they be qualified to sit at the table and enjoy the feast.

A soft call brought Kurosawa's attention back.

He could see a circle of men in black pointing around.

"—pop!"

Kurosawa looked at the food in his hand without being pretentious. After finishing it in two mouthfuls, he remembered the favor, stood up, and walked through the tunnel back to the prison dormitory.

The man in the black top hat just looked down and shook his head, "No, that is indeed an interesting little thing. I heard it was picked up from Japan.

Kurosawa raised his head.

The venue is divided into several 'battlefields' by iron railings.

He felt that all the men in black here could sit in jail.

A child stood in front of him and gave him a piece of fish and a piece of sushi.

"Is this what you call interesting?"

The opponent covered his bruised nose and swollen face, glared at Kurosawa Formation viciously, and then rushed back to join the melee.

The failed children could only hug their wounds, squat in the corner, and look at the winners with hatred...

It is no different from the previous place, it is also a circular underground arena.

"I don't need it." Kurosawa pushed the thing back, keeping a cold face, "You can eat it yourself, you don't have to give it to me every time."

This child must be eight or nine years old, and much taller than Kurosawa.

In this way, the strong become stronger and the weak become weaker...

………

At that time, his heart softened, so he pulled the other person over and moistened the other person with a little bit of Qi...

Originally, he had another roommate...but unfortunately, the other person was too weak and was beaten to death in the last 'pre-dinner activity'.

There was only food for five people per table, and the hourglass was almost bottoming out.

"Actually, most of the children brought back from Japan are homeless people."

There is a table in the center of each battlefield, with exquisite food placed on it, and an hourglass.

He is forcibly relying on the mechanism of "qi" to hold himself up. Even if he doesn't eat or drink for a period of time, it won't be a big problem, but if it lasts for a long time, it will damage his body.

After hesitation, a few people in black chose to go over and take a look.

"Heh, whatever you think.

"...The best thing is that we can only wait until the next time." Kurosawa lowered his head and covered the bitterness in his eyes, "I can't stay hungry any longer."

The man in black clothes with a top hat, known as Underberg, pressed the brim of his hat, "Don't you think it's interesting? This is the first time I've seen a child like this who doesn't even participate in a single battle and still gets charity."

The child still insisted on stuffing the food into his arms, "You eat! Without you last time, I would have been beaten to death!"

The hourglass ran out quickly.

…

This child has no name, only a number '76'.

The Kurosawa Formation is located on one of the battlefields.

If things continue like this...

He is the only orphan with a name."

Five winners appeared on most battlefields. They took exquisite meals, including sushi, fish steaks, salads and cakes. They sat on the table and completely let down their guard and ate.

The instructor named 'Yali' who had paid attention to him before was not there, and he didn't know where he went.

The man in top hat in black twitched his lips:

Two of them are his 'roommates'.

He ignored the others and walked back to 'Field No. 5' silently.

On the stage, people in black clothes stood tall and chatted happily.

He leaned quietly against the railing, his body very relaxed, with only his eyes open, observing the children fighting each other not far away.

Kurosawa Formation is an exception.

"He is not a waste." Anderberg glanced at the speaker, "The kid named Kurosawa was spotted by Alex on the first day he came here. The reason is... he almost used the dagger under the pillow.

Killed a caretaker."

The others suddenly stopped talking.

"Besides, this kid and No. 76 both look like the kind of people who repay kindness." Underberg took off his hat, revealing his pale sideburns and sickly smile, "I remember Kurosawa.

Formation, if only the number is counted, he is..."

"Number 24."

Take the previous ①

(End of chapter)