Machine Wars : Full Metal Storm

Chapter 229: Underground Arena (3/3)

Quiet room.

There is a calligraphy and painting hanging on the mottled wooden wall, with only the word "Zen" on it.

On the wooden shelf in the corner, there is an incense burner, with clear smoke curling up.

Luo Yan, who was sitting nearby, could smell the scent of sandalwood wafting in the air.

He sat with his knife in his hand, not squinting.

Like a stone statue.

In another room, looking at Luo Yan through the screen, Zhang Ze narrowed his eyes.

Then he walked into the quiet room with a smile.

"Brother Chigui, you are finally here. Brother, I waited until the flowers were about to wither. I thought you had forgotten about us."

Luo Yan then raised his head.

Zhang Ze still pretends to be an old man and seems to have no intention of showing his true colors.

Luo Yan didn't care either.

For him, even if Zhang Ze disguises himself as a woman, Luo Yan can still recognize him.

Zhang Ze sat down on an imperial chair.

A pretty woman brought two cups of tea.

Luo Yan didn't touch it.

Just say.

"I need money."

Zhang Ze laughed: "No problem."

"I happen to have a job to make money here."

Luo Yan looked at him.

Zhang Ze smiled and said: "Underground arena."

"For every win, I will give you 100,000 work points."

"If you win, I'll give you one million."

"If in the end, you can help me kill one more person."

"I'll give you this number."

He raised a finger: "Ten million!"

Luo Yan was silent.

After a moment, he nodded: "It's very tempting."

"Let's talk about the arena first, what are the rules?"

Zhang Ze shook his head: "There are no rules. The only rule is to kill your opponent."

"Of course, if your opponent is willing to surrender, you are also willing to accept it."

"It's not a bad idea."

"Other than that, there are no other rules."

Luo Yan asked again: "Who do you want to kill?"

Zhang Ze smiled and said: "It's too early to tell you now. It won't be too late to tell you when you can win the final victory."

Luo Yan said very simply: "Pay me 50,000 in advance, and then pay me another 50,000 after the first fight."

"No problem." Zhang Ze thought to himself, I am not afraid that you will be greedy, but I am afraid that you will not be greedy enough.

Luo Yan showed his own bearer account, which Zeng Guangming handled for him.

Get out a new cell phone.

After a while, I received a message on my phone.

50,000 work points earned!

Luo Yan put away his phone and stood up: "When can we fight?"

"tonight!"

"Now!"

Zhang Ze clapped his hands, and Wen Zou, wearing a purple robe and a Taoist bun, walked out.

"Take Brother Chigui to Zhulou."

Wen Zou nodded and smiled: "Brother Chigui, please."

Luo Yan held his sword and left with the false Taoist priest.

After they left.

Wei Junyi appeared, looked at Zhang Ze, and said softly: "Captain."

"Zhulou is not Team 1's territory?"

Zhang Ze took a sip of tea.

He said calmly.

"That's right."

"That woman Yu Qiushui likes to use underground arenas to absorb new blood."

"If Chi Gui wins in the underground arena, Yu Qiushui will definitely absorb him."

"When the time comes, I can use Chi Gui's knife to chop off Yu Qiushui's head!"

Wei Junyi frowned.

Thought.

If Chigui chopped off the head of the captain of team 1, would he still be alive?

Zhang Ze didn't look up, but said as if he saw his expression.

"Junyi, I know you feel uncomfortable."

"I feel like I owe Chi Gui my life."

"But to achieve great things, you need to be informal."

"This matter is related to whether I have the opportunity to become the branch director, so you..."

"Don't mess with my affairs."

Wei Junyi could only lower his head and say 'yes'.

In the car, Luo Yan held his knife and said nothing.

The windows reflected the bright lights.

Not long after.

The car stopped.

Wen Zou next to him smiled: "Brother Chigui, Zhu Lou is here."

get off.

Luo Yan raised his head.

There was a small wooden building in front of me. It was indeed painted with vermilion paint, but it didn't look like a place for an underground ring.

Wen Zou smiled and said: "This underground arena is naturally underground."

At this time, a short man trotted over, nodded and bowed to Wen Zou.

Wen Zou covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, looking disgusted, and then said a few words to the man.

Then he said to Luo Yan: "Brother Chigui, follow him in. Everything has been arranged for you."

"come on."

After the fake Taoist priest finished speaking, he got into the car, as if he didn't want to stay for a moment.

Luo Yan lowered his head and looked at the man next to him.

The man smiled and said, "How do you call me brother? You don't need your real name. Nicknames are also acceptable."

"This is for your registration."

Luo Yan said calmly: "Red Ghost."

"Okay, brother Chigui, come with me."

They walked into the wooden building, and after a while, they were already underground.

It's surprisingly spacious here.

There are white light tubes everywhere.

The environment is very noisy.

Shouts, curses, cheers.

It kept ringing.

The pungent smell of cigarettes mixed with the smell of cheap perfume gives people a headache.

In the center, there is a ten-meter-square arena.

The arena is covered by an iron cage. Solid steel bars as thick as an adult's arm are welded into the cage.

If they are not released, it will be difficult for the people inside to get out.

There are hundreds of seats scattered around the arena.

There is a small stage in the four corners of the auditorium, on which young women are dancing.

Let the audience have a program to entertain themselves before the arena starts.

Above the ring, there is an aerial stand, which can be seen through the floor-to-ceiling windows. There are couches, wine cabinets and other items inside.

But now, there is no one in the stands and the lights are out.

"Brother Chigui, this way."

The short man took Luo Yan to a lounge and asked him to wait.

After a while, the short man came with a man wearing a white suit and a gold chain.

"Brother Chicken, that's him."

"Red Ghost."

The man known as 'Chicken Brother' glanced at Luo Yan: "Is that okay? The eyes look quite fierce, but isn't it too young?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm in the ring anyway, life or death is up to me."

"Boy, get ready, we'll be on stage in 5 minutes."

5 minutes passed quickly.

Wearing a cloak and hood, holding a long knife.

Luo Yan was led outside the ring by the staff. Several young girls with scantily clad clothes and fragrant bodies rubbed and touched him, using the most primitive movements to stir up the emotions of the audience.

Finally, he held up an electronic board with the word "Red Ghost" flashing on it.

"Gentlemen and ladies!"

"This is our challenger tonight, the 'Red Ghost' with a scary name!"

"What he is going to challenge is our tenth ring champion, 'Iron Fist' Feng Tai, who has killed five challengers in a row!"

When the host introduced Luo Yan.

The audience all raised their middle fingers at Luo Yan and shouted curses.

"What a red ghost and a white ghost, little kid, go home and eat your mother's milk!"

"Red ghost, eat shit!"

"Kneel down quickly and beg Iron Fist to spare you. Maybe you can come back alive."

Invective, ridicule, ridicule.

Luo Yan remained unmoved.

Like a clay Bodhisattva with no temper.