The Pirate Garen

The auditions are over, and there is still a little rest time before the quarter-finals.

Due to the restrictions of the competition rules, most of the defeated contestants ended up with serious injuries and exhaustion.

Most of the people were so weak that they had to be helped to walk, and many of them had even fallen into a coma, and could only lie on stretchers and let others do what they wanted.

In the end, with the help of the medical staff at the venue, these contestants were all sent to the medical room hidden at the edge of the venue one by one.

But at this time, Sabo's observant eyes quietly cast here.

In this world where everyone speaks with their fists, Sabo, as a senior staff officer of the Revolutionary Army, belongs to the very few all-rounders with muscle, appearance and wisdom:

"Gold powder that can control the personal freedom of others, and the rules of the game that do not allow voluntary surrender."

"I see!"

Seeing those contestants being sent to the medical room in batches like pigs without resistance, Sabo finally understood the hidden conspiracy behind this martial arts tournament:

"Tezolo's target is those contestants from the beginning to the end!"

"Sabo, you mean."

Kerla also followed Sabo's gaze to see the scene in front of the medical room, and immediately reacted:

"Tezolo started this martial arts tournament just to make those contestants lose their ability to resist during the competition, and then take advantage of it to capture them?"

"That's right."

Sabo nodded, his expression became extremely serious:

"These contestants are all masters with good strength."

"If Tezolo can successfully control them, he can immediately accumulate a force that cannot be underestimated."

"It's too dark!"

After thoroughly figuring out Tezolo's conspiracy, Kerla hated this notorious guy even more:

"This guy wants to control so many powerful people, he must be secretly brewing a bigger conspiracy!"

"We must not sit idly by, we must get those out quickly!"

"etc."

Sabo called out to Kerla who was so excited that he wanted to kill directly, and calmly analyzed:

"All of this is just speculation right now."

"And we still don't know what's going on in the medical room. We should investigate first before making a plan. We can't just rush in to save people so recklessly."

"good!"

"I'm going to investigate now!"

Kerla clenched her fists, and immediately started to walk towards the infirmary.

"Karla!"

Ivankov's big face suddenly lay in front of Kerla:

"Let me go."

"Just right, I have a good reason to break in there openly."

"All right."

Kerla shrank her head subconsciously.

Even though she was a comrade-in-arms and a comrade, Kerla was still instinctively not used to the shock of the sudden appearance of Ivankov's big face.

After Ivankov stopped Kerla, he deliberately put on a calm expression and walked straight to the medical room where seriously injured players were being carried in.

The front door of the medical room was heavily guarded, and there were full of muscular and hulking "medical staff".

They can deter all medical lunatics just by their size, and standing together creates a sense of majesty that is "a medical center where no one else can enter".

"stop!"

"No entry here!"

As soon as they saw Ivankov approaching, they shouted gravely.

"kindness?"

"Isn't this a medical room for contestants to rest and treat? Why can't I go in?"

Ivankov asked back pretending to be puzzled.

While dealing with the guards, he quietly cast his gaze into the door of the medical room to check:

The door was huge, big enough to transport monsters like giants in easily.

But inside the door is a long corridor, so long that it can't be seen at a glance, and it is very different from the design of a normal medical room.

And Ivankov was about to pass the guards and go inside, but a tall man in a flamboyant pink suit walked out of the corridor inside the door:

"Tezolo?"

Ivankov did not expect that he bumped into the "behind the scenes" Tezolo before he even entered the door.

But Tezolo's expression was quite normal, and he just greeted him with the gentle tone of a businessman:

"Miss Ivankov?"

He struggled a little bit with the address, and then said kindly:

"Sorry, please come back!"

"The medical room here is only open to defeated players."

"The main test of this martial arts competition is the physical fitness and will of the contestants. The contestants need to fight all the way from the beginning of the audition to the end. They cannot receive medical services in the middle of the competition."

The reason given by Tezzolo is reasonable.

Ivankov knew in his heart that if he insisted on breaking into the medical room again, it would definitely make Tezolo aware that he had noticed Tezolo's conspiracy.

However, Ivankov calmly gave a powerful reason:

"I don't want to be treated, I want to be treated."

"I promised Helding boy to change him back after the game, but I haven't fulfilled my promise yet!"

"."

Tezuolo thought of the hot-eyed "giantess", and was choked up speechless.

"All right."

He really couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he agreed:

"Come with me, and I'll take you to Helding."

With that said, Tezolo led Ivankov into the gate and walked along the corridor.

After a while, the two reached the end of the corridor and came to a T-junction.

The left and right lead to two different rooms, and the words "medical room" are painted on the walls on both sides, which seem to be medical rooms of the same specification.

The severely injured players who were sent in were also randomly arranged, divided into two sides by the "medical staff" and sent to two medical rooms in opposite directions.

Ivankov felt curious, so he picked a random direction and walked straight to the medical room on the right.

"etc!"

Tezzolo hastily pulled him back.

"kindness?"

Ivankov's heart moved, but he pretended to be puzzled.

"that."

Tezuolo straightened his expression, and wiped out the little fluctuation just now:

"Mr. Helding is in the medical room on the left. You are going in the wrong direction."

"Oh well."

Ivankov nodded, and was about to turn around and follow Tezolo to the medical room on the left.

However, at this moment, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"how?"

There was a flash of panic in Tezuolo's eyes, and he deliberately asked in a flat tone:

"Any questions?"

Ivankov shook his head:

"no problem."

"There is definitely a problem!"

As soon as Ivankov came out of the medical room, he said to Sabo, Kerla, and Haku with a serious face:

"I noticed it all in there:"

"The medical room where Haierding and others are on the left looks no different from ordinary medical rooms after entering. The staff inside are simply treating the wounded."

"However, there are a lot of people and noise inside, so noisy that you can hear the movement in the aisle outside the door."

"But the medical room on the right, where Tezolo is blocking him from entering, is extremely quiet."

"Obviously so many contestants were sent in, but there was no sound, as if everyone inside had fallen asleep."

"This is definitely a problem!"

"indeed."

After listening to Ivankov's narration, Sabo also echoed solemnly:

"Tezolo is obviously the host of the Martial Arts Association, but he is always guarding the medical room all the time. This is very doubtful in itself."

"I think there must be a mystery hidden in the medical room on the right."

"What are you waiting for?"

As soon as Kerla clenched her fist, she was ready to go straight in and do justice for the sky.

"etc!"

With some headaches, Sabo grabbed Kerla, who was on top of the hot blood, and analyzed it in further detail:

"Think about it, how many powerful people are involved in this martial arts conference, and how terrifying are they together?"

"Tezolo has the courage to cast such a big net, he must have something to rely on!"

"Even, I doubt it."

He rubbed his chin subconsciously, and said in a heavy tone:

"Behind Tezolo, it is very likely that there are stronger forces manipulating everything."

"Otherwise, just relying on Tezolo himself, how dare he do such a crazy thing that is not greedy enough?"

"A more powerful force? Then what shall we do?"

Kerla also realized the seriousness of the situation.

There were only four of them here this time, and they were a bit reluctant to deal with Tezolo and his minions, and they were even more incapable of dealing with the more powerful black and evil forces.

Sabo considered for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"The enemy is outnumbered, so don't act rashly."

"We have to let Mr. Yixiao understand this matter first. With his help, this operation will have a good chance of winning."

"also."

Sabot paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to the eagle-eyed Mihawk who was resting against the wall in the distance:

"We can try to communicate with other players who are still present, if they are willing to help."

"yes!"

Kerla's eyes lit up, and she immediately volunteered to say:

"Sabo, go discuss countermeasures with Mr. Yixiao, and I'll ask Hawkeye and the others!"

Not to mention the other players, it is impossible for Hawkeye Mihawk to be with Tezolo anyway.

And Mihawk is extremely powerful, if he is willing to help, the chances of winning this operation will be greatly increased.

At this time, there were only a few minutes left before the start of the quarter-finals. Kerla hurriedly ran to Hawkeye, and hurriedly said:

"Mr. Mihawk."

She deliberately lowered her voice, appearing very mysterious:

"I don't know if you didn't realize that this martial arts association has problems from the very beginning."

"Tezolota."

Before Kerla finished speaking, Mihawk interrupted her coldly:

"Little girl, you mean the gold dust sprinkled at the beginning, right?"

"You know?"

Kerla was a little surprised:

"Tezolo is brewing a conspiracy, he."

However, Mihawk was not interested in her words at all:

"Needless to say, none of this has anything to do with me."

"In my eyes, there are only Yixiao and Yasuo from the beginning."

"I don't care about anything else."

After finishing speaking, Mihawk threw off Kerla neatly, and walked towards the ring on his own.

"this?!"

Kerla choked hard, her face flushed a little.

But Mihawk walked neatly, and could only whisper:

"What great swordsman?"

"I have no sense of social responsibility at all, far from Senior Galen"

Mihawk refused so decisively, and Kerla could only set her sights on another strong player:

Galewind Swordsman, Yasuo.

However, Kerla knew at a glance

Yasuo's expression is indifferent, his temperament is high and cold, and his walk is windy. At first glance, he is a great swordsman who is almost the same as Hawkeye, with nothing but a sword in his eyes.

With Mihawk's failure in the first place, Kerla didn't think she could speak to the mysterious Yasuo.

"well!"

"They're all guys who only know how to fight and kill."

"If only Senior Galen was here!"

Kerla sighed deeply, her face full of helplessness.