Chapter 38 Underground Arena

In the dim light, several strippers who have lost their beauty are working hard to praise on the table, trying to attract the attention of guests as much as possible. There were not many guests, and only a few people did not turn their eyes to the stage, but drank their own wine.

This bar is not big, and the interior decoration is also in the style of previous years. The mottled colors and old tables and chairs seem to show that the business of this bar is not very good.

It was almost midnight, and there were only a few guests in the bar. In a remote corner, a slightly fat middle-aged man sat alone, drinking beer one after another.

Suddenly, a generous big hand slapped him heavily on the shoulder and almost knocked him down under the table. Then, a voice sounded: "Fat rat, long time no see."

The fat mouse trembling and stood up in a hurry. He didn't even look at anyone who came. He turned around and lowered his head and said cowardly, "I've been really a little tight recently. Can you give me a few more days? I'll send it to you as soon as I have money."

"With a sneer", the visitor couldn't help laughing: "Fat rat, I haven't seen you for several years, but the more you live, the more you go back."

"You are..."

The fat mouse looked up in a hurry, and the round face suddenly showed a surprised look.

"Ban Chief Hong, why are you here?"

The person who came was Hong Tie. He smiled and pulled the fat mouse down. He rudely picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured himself a full glass. As he drank, he said, "I have something to find you this time, but it's a pity that your communicator can't get through. It took me a whole day to find you here. But it seems that you don't seem to be doing well.

The fat mouse glanced at his old clothes, unconsciously covered a stain with his hand, and said with a wry smile, "It's difficult. If I had known that I would be like this now, I wouldn't have applied to leave the army. As he spoke, the fat mouse saw the young man standing behind Hong Tie and asked curiously, "Is this the recruit you brought?"

"I haven't brought new soldiers for a long time." Hong Tie drank the beer in one breath, then poohed and scolded, "What the hell is this? It's really bad... Yunyi, go get a few bottles of good wine. The fat mouse brother and I haven't seen each other for several years, so naturally we have to get together. By the way, remember how much it costs carefully and ask the headmaster to reimburse it when you go back.

Yunyi answered and turned to the bar selling wine.

Hong Tie looked at Yunyi's back and said to the fat mouse, "This time I am training the participating students of the School of Economics and Trade. This boy's name is Yunyi, and his talent and strength are very good. When I come to you this time, I just want him to follow you and train well here.

"What! You are such a madman!" The fat mouse exclaimed, "This guy is just a student. You would have thought of using this place to train mecha battles. Don't you know how dangerous it is?"

"Dangerous?"

Hong Tie sneered and said disdainfully, "I'm afraid this boy has experienced more dangerous than here. Let's not talk about this. In a word, do you help or not?

The fat mouse was slightly silent, with a little embarrassed face and said, "How is his strength?" As you may not know, the five warriors who followed me some time ago met masters during the game. Two died directly on the spot, and two should have been afraid and left here directly after failure. Now I only have a warrior with only eight martial arts and poor combat ability, and can't participate in those rich-bonus competitions. Now I'm so poor that I can't take over the pot. If his game is not exciting enough, we can't even get the appearance fee back. And... you're not afraid of any accident. How can you explain it to the school?"

"You don't have to worry about these. I can still trust his ability. As for the accident..." Hong Tie looked at the fat mouse with a smile and said, "As long as you take care of yourself and don't arrange some too perverted guys for him, there will be no problem."

As he spoke, Yunyi had come back with a few bottles of good wine. Hong Tie grabbed it and poured a cup for the fat mouse and himself. The fat mouse smelled the smell of wine from the glass in front of him, licked his tongue, and said helplessly, "Okay, I promise you. However, if he can't even earn the appearance fee for the game, you can compensate me for my loss.

Hong Tie's eyes turned around and smiled, "No problem, this should be. However, I also have a condition that if he participates in the battle and gains more than the appearance fee, we will share 80% of the extra profit.

"Haha, that's good. I'm sure to make a good profit. Monitor Hong really takes care of my younger brother. The fat mouse's face suddenly relaxed. He pulled Hong Tie and began to drink. While drinking, he recalled what happened in the army and seemed to be very happy.

Yunyi didn't drink, just asked for a cup of tea and listened to the conversation between the two. Looking at the obscene and extremely depressed guy with his face, can he really rely on it?

Before coming here, Yunyi never thought that the training site proposed by Hong Tie was the infamous underground mecha arena in the Chu and Tang Empire.

In the underground arena full of violence, blood and killing, most of the people who come here to participate in the competition are desperate people, such as bankrupts, fugitives, veterans, etc., and most of these people are not from the Chu and Tang Empire. For example, some people who can be regarded as first-class masters in other small countries came to Chu Tang in order to live a better life, but they went bankrupt because the competition here was too fierce, so they had no choice but to go underground.

And more are those who can't get along in other countries. For example, criminals, or those who have offended some local forces. In a word, those who are willing to fight here are a group of real lunatics. In this battle that is never taboo about killing, their lives may be threatened every time they fight. Under this huge pressure, many people can't stay normal and drink and take drugs every day to relieve the stress in their hearts. And when the pressure is too great, it can only be relieved and released by abusing his opponent on the battlefield.

After Hong Tie told him these, he did not force him, but let him choose by himself. Yunyi did not refuse this and agreed almost without thinking. In his opinion, even if he can't defeat his opponent, with the experience he gained when fighting at the base, there should be no problem in self-preservation during the battle.

He didn't tell Zhao Xiyue about this, but told her to go to another planet for training for a while. And after getting Lin Moxue's consent, Zhao Xiyue was sent to Lin Moxue's four-star house in Chang'an and asked her to take care of her for a period of time.

Before leaving, looking at the little girl with tears and a reluctant face, Yunyi was moved and almost didn't want to go. Finally, she was pulled away by Hong Tiesheng.

I don't know how the little girl is doing in a strange environment. Will she not be able to sleep at night? But what's the use of worrying? Yunyi shook his head and saw that Hong Tie and the fat mouse were talking enthusiastically. It seemed that it would not end for a while.

In boredom, he took out the Star Thorn from his bag with dim light and studied it carefully.

Cloud wings addicted to combat skills, even the slightly noisy environment around him can't affect him. I don't know how long it has been. When he heard Hong Tie's face red and drunk calling him, he raised his head blankly.

I don't know what time it is. The bar is quiet, the stage is empty, and there are only two or three guests, most of whom are ready to leave.

And the seemingly obscene fat mouse doesn't know when it will leave.

Carefully taking back the "Star Spur" into the bag, Yun Yi followed Hong Tie back to the hotel room where they lived.

Seeing Hong Tie, who seemed to be happy humming, Yun Yi summoned up the courage to ask, "Teaching Officer Hong, is that fat mouse really reliable?"