Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1554: Dream is broken in Qiming (33)
Chapter 1554: The dream is broken in Qiming (thirty-three)
As the man fell, there was an uproar outside the ring.
Bediver doesn't understand Afrikaans, so he doesn't understand a single word. But he could guess from the expressions and tone of the audience that he was either cursing or complaining in the commotion. Indeed, most people with brains would think that the teenager must have cheated in the game, or was acting with the fallen gangster, and the fight was just a fake fight.
However, as Bedivere watched from the sidelines, it was clear in his heart that the punch the boy hit just now was with all his strength. Judging from the boy's thin body, he could punch a big hole in the opponent's abdomen. It is estimated that the boy did his best and punched with the mentality of killing the opponent.
So, the punk who fell to the ground can't get up. The man was foaming up and unconscious, and even if someone who didn't understand medical science would check it, he would definitely be able to confirm that he had fainted.
No matter how unexpected the outcome is, the willing bet must be surrendered. In the end, the audience had no choice but to pay the dealer. While the pawnshop owner made a fortune, he also took something out of the prepared bag and handed it to the boy.
Looking at the volume, it shouldn't be money.
Wait. Bedivere finally understood. That's food. Judging from the volume of the bag, it should be bread and fruit, and the quantity is quite generous, about one person's amount for a week.
So it is. The winner of this competition is not rewarded in money, but directly receives physical prizes. This saves you the hassle of those card-swiping systems used in the city. Because this is an illegal underground fighting club, even if the winner of the game gets a bonus, it will leave a record in the process of swiping the card, which will be very troublesome for both the dealer and the bettor. That's why the owner of this pawnshop held this kind of underground competition based on the premise of physical trading. Because the boss runs a pawnshop, the merchant often has a process of capital turnover, so there will be more credit card transaction records. Their records are not as suspicious as those of the poor in the ghetto, and transactions are harder to trace!
Seeing this, Bedivere was startled. There are still miscalculations in the shadow agents' predictions - such as this underground fight.
According to the logic of the shadow agent, the Juggernaut Yake must have accomplices, and Yake's accomplices are responsible for helping the Juggernaut "money laundering", so the daily transaction records will inevitably double, because that is the consumption of one person, feed two people.
However, once there is such an underground fight meeting with real prizes, the assumption of shadow agents is completely untenable. Juggernaut Jacques only needs to send someone over (or come in person) to win the game, and he can get free food, and there will be no transaction records at all!
Isn't the list given by the shadow agent completely useless? Then continue to trace something, isn't it impossible to trace it at all? !
Wait. Just when Bedivere was beginning to feel hopeless, he suddenly stopped.
Juggernaut will send someone over to win the game?
On the other hand, as long as there is such an underground fighting club, the people of Sword Saint Ark will appear? !
Wait a minute. If that's the case, then that kid just now, shouldn't it be...
Bedivere gave the child another careful look. The boy had already picked up the bag of food he got at this time and disappeared from the noisy crowd.
Can't be wrong. Although his movements were still very jerky, when the boy challenged the battle just now, he was in the usual preparation stance of the Knights of Great Britain. Bedivere had been Arthur's little servant and had spent a few months in the Knights of the North at Pantoracken (Great Britain), so he knew the preparation.
Furthermore, such a thin young man was able to knock his opponent to the ground with one punch, certainly not relying on his original arm strength.
That's a combat skill. Absolutely can't go wrong!
That is a low-level, but most commonly used combat technique in the Knights of Great Britain - [arm burst]. That is a kind of miniature magic. Simply put, it is to use magic to stimulate the muscles of the arm, so that the muscles can exert a powerful force that cannot be exerted normally in a very short period of time! Because of the assistance of combat skills, such a scrawny boy can deliver such a powerful punch!
And the combat skills of the Knights of Great Britain, as well as the posture of preparing for battle, are absolutely impossible for an ordinary South African slum boy to learn for no reason! The only explanation is that someone taught him behind his back!
Bediver's heart tensed, and the answer was ready. That young man is most likely connected to Sword Saint Yake!
At the same time as thinking of this, the spirit body controlled by Bedivere naturally moved to chase the boy. Fortunately, the werewolf youth reacted and analyzed quickly. When he caught up, the boy was still walking in one of the emergency escape routes of the underground fighting club, and he did not lose it!
However, when Bedivere was just catching up, the boy suddenly turned his head and met Bedivere's eyes, causing the werewolf youth to break out in a cold sweat.
No, the spiritual body that Bedivere is currently manipulating should be a completely transparent mass of photons, which should not be visible to normal people. The young man suddenly looked back and met Bedivere's eyes, was it only occasionally?
Maybe. Really a sensitive child.
But the boy didn't know how to use True Sight after all, and he couldn't see the world of photons. He couldn't see anything, so he thought that no one was following him, so he felt relieved and continued to walk towards the end of the escape channel, and reached the exit without going very far in the darkness.
After the gloom, it is indeed gloomy. Bedivere tried to see where he was, but found that he had come to a very strange place. Here the sewage is flowing, the dim yellow lights are flickering, and the surrounding is a slightly narrow, intricate corridor made of stone bricks, and these stones are all showing a disgusting dark yellow under the long-term moisture corrosion, and a large area on them Adhered to dark green moss. As for the flickering light, Bedivere at first thought it was some kind of candlelight, but on closer inspection he realized it was an electric light. It should be said that this dark underground passage has such dim lamps attached to the ceiling every twenty yards or so, but there are mosquitoes flying everywhere in this filthy underground passage, and those phototactic bugs are concentrated in such a frenzy. Near the electric light, the light that was already dim enough was stirred into a flickering light that was about to go out.
This is an underground waterway. And looking at the dilapidated appearance of this underground waterway, it has been used for at least a hundred years. Having seen the splendour on the surface of South Africa's capital, Pretoria, Bediveville could hardly imagine the decay that lurks beneath the city's ground. Contrasted with those gleaming silver skyscrapers with their façades wiped clean and this rancid sewer, one is heaven and the other is hell.
Is this place actually inhabited?
In other words, the boy just passed through this place and won't stay for a long time?
Bediver came to this idea with goodwill and innocence. However, he soon realized how naive his thinking was. The skinny teenager made a few laps in the complicated sewer environment, and immediately arrived at a relatively open place.
[The Swamp Neighborhood]—Bedivere vaguely made out the words on a tattered wooden sign nearby.
That is, a residential area developed using a large abandoned sewage treatment room in the sewer. However, this kind of residential area is not even as good as a slum. It does not see the light of the day all year round, the stench is high, and the rot rodents and pests roam here. It is simply the worst living area. The "houses" here have their own characteristics, ranging from temporary houses built from tattered tents to tin houses made of patches of rusted and dilapidated vehicles. Needless to say, people who live in such places are basically fugitives who don't have a good reputation, or illegal immigrants who have no registered household registration in the city.
Seeing this scene, Bedivere's heart tensed again. The darkness hidden in this city is far beyond the imagination of the werewolf youth.
The biggest problem is that since this so-called rotten block can provide shelter for so many homeless people, and there is a way to ensure that these people will not starve to death, then find the sword saint Jacques in this city This is just one person, it has become an almost impossible task. Not to mention this intricate underground labyrinth, even if King Arthur's people can come to the rotten swamp block through the underground water channel, it is impossible to find the Sword Saint Yake in this chaos and sinful place!
Bedivere was even more nervous~IndoMTL.com~ Perhaps, that thin boy would be the only hope for the werewolf youth to find the Sword Saint Yake. Therefore, he must not lose the child in such a place. Even in the worst case, he must find the final destination of the teenager's trip.
Fortunately, Bedivere is now operating a spirit that can fly. In fact, it is precisely because it floats moderately that it can continue to follow the thin boy in the crowded rotten block, and it will not be blocked too much by the figures of the homeless walking around. Even so, Bedivere had trouble tracking down the boy. The kid was running around like a little mouse, as if to get rid of all possible stalkers behind him. The dazzled Bedivere could not wait to use his nose on this occasion, but unfortunately it was only the Holy Spirit he controlled, not himself.
However, he still followed the boy with great difficulty, crossing most of the crowd and arriving at a sparsely populated place.
"Grandpa." The skinny teenager called in unfamiliar English as he approached a large, old and dry drain.
In response to the boy's call, an old man in rags and a black mask stepped out from the shadow of the drain.