"We have guests."

On the second floor of the party hall, there were several guests sitting around a round table filled with delicious food and fine wine. Their clothes were as noble as the food on the table.

They smoked briar pipes and played with walking sticks, which were also uncommon in the inner city. They talked to each other and looked at what was happening in the hall below.

While they were talking, Anson in the fence had already knocked down the fourth strong man who challenged him, and with a round of cheers, he used a punch to make the opponent spin around and lie down on the spot.

"This is a conjurer, and it seems to be at least close to the third level." A middle-aged man wearing a black soft hat said, his eyes never leaving Anson:

"I discovered it as soon as he made a move - only conjurers can have such a good sense of distance. The last punch of every duel is imprinted with [Sharp Wind], and the technique is quite skillful."

"Let him come up, or get rid of him?" Another guy in gorgeous clothes asked, looking at the other guests, with an angry tone:

"This is already the fourth time. If I let him continue like this, I will lose a lot of money."

"That's why you don't know how to do business, 'Hydra'." The man sitting next to him mocked:

"Look at this new guy who appeared out of nowhere. He has already attracted people who are playing dice and roulette. If you were really good at business, you should have made a lot of money tonight!"

The man known as the "Hydra" looked angry, and his right hand with a gold ring reached for the wine bottle, but an old man wearing a soft hat and sunglasses snatched the bottle away.

"Calm down." The old man patted the angry "Hydra" on the shoulder, hunched his back and pointed at the people around him:

"Let 'Cigar' finish speaking, he still has something to say... 'Cigar' you can continue talking, but you must apologize to 'Hydra' before speaking; this is his territory, you have to respect him."

"Okay, if you insist on asking, 'Old Pocket Watch'..."

"I insist on my request!"

"Old pocket watch" was emphasized again.

"No problem! I'm sorry...brother, I shouldn't be disrespectful to you."

"Cigar" raised his hands and said sincerely to the unkind-looking "Hydra": "I just think you should have made a lot of money tonight. It's not a good idea to let the opportunity to make a lot of money slip away."

"What's the meaning?"

A guy smoking low-quality cigarettes came up to him. His eyes kept moving back and forth between the other people, looking suspicious.

"It means this guy has turned into a dark horse, 'Whisper' my dear good brother." "Cigar" turned his head and grinned:

"Look at those fools down there. They must have started putting all their money into this thing called...what's it called?"

"Anson Bach."

"Hydra" with a deep voice said coldly.

"Anson Bach!"

With a "pop!" sound, "Cigar" snapped his fingers:

"They must have thought that they were lucky enough to meet a ruthless person who likes to cause trouble; at this time, as long as he keeps winning, the fools will forget about it and continue to make trouble no matter how much money they win!"

"When at the end, one more person stands up and defeats him, no matter how much money he won before, he will spit it out cleanly, and not a single copper plate will be left in the pocket of my good brother 'Hydra'!"

The "Whispering" who suddenly understood nodded repeatedly, and the "Old Pocket Watch" on the side laughed.

The tense atmosphere was fleeting.

"So..." The guy with the black soft hat looked at everyone:

"Who's going?"

The people at the table were either smiling, playful, indifferent, shrinking their necks, or looking at each other with indifferent expressions.

There was a tacit understanding and no one spoke.

The silence lasted for a minute. The "Hydra" stood up, snorted coldly, turned around and left the table.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Crisp applause rang out, and the grinning "Cigar" applauded; the shrunken "Whisper" also smiled and clapped along, and then he noticed that other people glanced at him sideways, and he became embarrassed and at a loss.

"This is the territory of the 'Hydra', and the matter should be resolved by him." "Old Pocket Watch" who spoke silently said in a deep voice:

"Unless someone is dead, I suggest everyone not to intervene."

"I agree!"

The "whisper" who raised his hand decisively was the first to raise his hand.

"I don't have any objection either."

"Cigar" spread his hands and looked at the middle-aged man wearing a black soft hat: "You probably don't have any objections, 'Rifling', you have a closer relationship with 'Hydra' than any of us!"

"I only care about two things."

"Rifling" held up his hat and wiped his right hand eating fried chicken with the tablecloth, then picked up the wine glass: "First, what is the origin of this guy named 'Anson Bach' and where did he come from."

"Second, how far can he push my old buddy 'Hydra' - if this guy is serious, he will be very scary. If he is serious, the old butcher in the slaughterhouse will be scared to death!

"

……………

"Finally I couldn't sit still..."

The image of the dining table on the second floor not far away was reflected in his mind. With the corner of his mouth raised, Anson raised his right knee and took half a step straight back. The big sandbag fist that rushed towards him grazed the tip of his nose.

"boom!"

Without any warning, he kicked the strong man directly in the lower abdomen, and the strong body pulled the smoke back with both feet. With a "Boom!", the guardrail on his back was smashed into pieces, and the surrounding spectators also suffered.

But this small "interlude" not only failed to break the atmosphere of the scene, but made these people scream more excitedly; there seemed to be a devil hidden in the narrow and hot hall, which made everyone inside it trapped.

Carnival, unstoppable.

"Ahhh!"

The strong man roared like a wounded bull, water vapor emitting white mist spurted out from his nostrils, wiped his nose amidst the strange screams and shouts of the surrounding crowd, and rushed towards Anson again.

This guy is almost the "toughest" opponent Anson has ever encountered so far. The first four almost lost their fighting power after just one hit from [Sharp Wind], but he seemed to have only scratched his skin.

Of course, the premise is a weakened version of [Sharp Wind] - the full version of Anson has been tried on the killers of the Guards, and can break ribs and internal organs with one punch.

Restless screams and roars rang in his ears. Looking at the figure rushing towards him, Ansen began to count the seconds, and at the same time clasped his hands in front of him.

"call--"

The moment the two bodies were about to come into contact, Anson, with his left foot as the axis, suddenly turned around and moved the strong man behind him perfectly like a revolving door.

The strong man whose figure flashed in front of him immediately realized this problem. His bloody back made him instinctively slow down, and at the same time he turned his head and looked behind him.

Then he saw a pair of hands suddenly clasping his neck from top to bottom.

The next second, all the crazy eyes in the cheering hall saw this scene: a strong man over two meters tall was dragged by the neck by a thin figure, drawing a perfect curve in the air.

It's like an inverted pendulum.

"Boom——!"

The thick body fell heavily to the ground, and the entire hall shook with the loud noise, and the dust from the explosion covered the guardrail of less than twenty square meters.

The whole hall became quiet.

After a moment, the smoke cleared, and the strong man, whose eyes had lost focus, was foaming at the mouth and lying at Anson's feet, twitching slightly.

In an instant, the crowd burst into cheers that were ten times more crazy than before!

"Anson Bach! Anson Bach! Anson Bach!..."

The carnival crowd shouted his name hoarsely, and the cold wine and dry tobacco seemed to be evaporating in the hot and sultry atmosphere, dispersing the psychedelic smoke and intoxicating alcohol into the air, filling every room.

between one's breaths.

The clown standing on the high platform also danced happily, using various messy and unclear gestures to heat up the atmosphere in the hall. The hearty laughter gradually became weird, as if it was the terrifying howl of some kind of monster.

Call.

Standing in this atmosphere that looked like a doomsday carnival, the smiling Anson put his hands naturally in his pockets, waiting for a guy hiding in the crowd to appear.

The next second, the corners of Anson's mouth rose.

"clang!"

The whirling dagger grazed his cheek, the rusty blade pierced the wooden board of the fence behind him, and a scream erupted from the crowd.

The man in gorgeous clothes pushed through the crowd in front of him, stepped into the fence through the breach destroyed by the strong man, and stared at Anson's every move with narrowed eyes:

"Why not hide?"

Smiling Anson shrugged:

"Why hide?"

The man smiled - but that extremely ferocious smile, anyone with a discerning eye would know that it had absolutely nothing to do with "happiness".

"Everyone, you are so lucky today!"

The clown on the high platform noticed the figure of the gorgeous man at first sight and started dancing excitedly:

"Here's the Original Ring. I praise you for your good luck. You can't even compare to winning lottery tickets. Tonight's fighting match will be the grandest banquet in Clovis City's history!"

"Drink up your beer, buy all your bets, and enjoy this life-and-death fight!"
To be continued...