The war between human elves and orcs has gradually become a common thing for the residents of Brighton City. Lord Edwards formulated a new regulation two years ago, to the effect that soldiers on the front line are allowed to do so if they do not detect any enemy activity for two months.
Apply to exchange positions with people in the city. Under this regulation, the soldiers who have been on the front line have a chance to breathe, and the war can continue. What happens like this depends entirely on the way the orcs attack. They don’t know when they will harass
The border between elves and humans, if left alone, will lead to wanton invasion and plunder. If left alone, the orcs will leave like the ebbing tide. And as soon as the coalition forces gather to advance, the orcs will disperse and attack places where they have not gathered.
, they don’t care how much territory humans have captured. The orcs are originally formed by multiple tribes gathered together, with multiple mobile camps. Humans and elves cannot cause substantial harm at all.
Of course, these things are still very far away for Arthur.
After he returned to the Charity White House, he looked at Mrs. Lili, Catalina and Li Qi, who came to care about his injury, and decided to conceal the underground fighting gym. In any case, he privately participated in the crowd fighting activities in Blaine.
It's illegal in Duncheng.
So, Arthur casually made up a lie about a fitness center to a few people. In order to prevent them from questioning, Arthur said he was very hungry and sat down at the dining table first. The next day, Arthur did the same.
Arriving at the underground fighting gym, with wounds all over his body, he watched another fight.
The fighting time usually starts at three o'clock in the afternoon, and there are three to four games arranged in total. The winner will get a certain bonus. If you want to get more bonuses, you can apply to Nighthawk and participate in the fights continuously. Once you win, you will get
200 banknotes, 500 for two wins and 1,000 for three wins. If you can keep winning here, the bonus will be part of the income from the fighting gym every night.
The income of the fighting gym mainly comes from tickets. It is not easy to enter this fighting gym. Arthur is able to enter here easily because of George. Other people on this street must pay a certain fee if they want to enter here. After all, it is provided for free.
Beer and snacks.
Another way of income is to bet on boxing, with a face value of at least 30 per game. According to the different winning and losing rates of each boxer, the odds are also different, not to mention the betting money for guessing several games in a row. Of course, Arthur can come here.
It's not for money. The Charity House will receive a comfort payment from the Law Enforcement Department every once in a while, which is issued by some nobles jointly to maintain their image in the city.
Arthur watched the fist fight between the two players in the ring, secretly learning some responses and attack methods. The people around him were busy cheering for the side they were betting on with their money. No one cared about a twelve-year-old.
Year-old children are also in this environment.
After watching one or two games, Arthur came to the training room in the basement with some enlightenment. There were many sandbags and wooden stakes for players to relax before the game. Arthur was also a player here, so naturally there was no obstruction.
Arthur wrapped his hand with a bandage to prevent it from being injured by the outer material of the sandbag. Then, in a training room that was different from the bustle of the main venue, he punched the sandbag to improve his strength. There is a saying of Nighthawk.
That's right. No one gets stronger all at once. They all take their time. Arthur tried his best to remember the feeling of each punch on the sandbag. Even if his hands were weak and his arms were sore, he gritted his teeth and held on.
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Compared to George, Arthur has no talent at all, so he will make up for it with hard work. Nighthawk did not go to watch the current game. Instead, he held a bottle of ale and watched Arthur's every move through the gap in the training room door.
"What an interesting kid." After finishing the remaining beer in one gulp, Nighthawk turned around and took another bottle from the elf waiter who was passing by carrying boxes of beer. "I originally thought that kid George was already very perverted.
I’m a human child. I didn’t expect that there is a kid here who is more obsessed with becoming stronger.”
At that moment, Kutcher stood behind Nighthawk. The two of them, whose combined height was almost the height of a small building, did not distract the concentrated crowd in the slightest. "Kuki, let this brat go with you the day after tomorrow.
A fight with a murderer."
"Boss, the murderer has been on a high lately." Kuqi kindly reminded that the last time the murderer was in high spirits, he beat a strong man to death in the ring. If many Nighthawks took action, the murderer would probably do it that time.
Killed a lot of viewers.
"It's okay, that guy just hates that the other party has lost his will to win. Maybe he forced out another George to help us."
Kuqi nodded thoughtfully. He could never guess what the cunning werewolf boss was thinking. At most, he could scold the wolf-hearted boss in his heart. Nighthawk was drinking and suddenly felt something.
Looking at Couch, threateningly:
"Next time, you come on stage and have a fight with me."
What, when will the boss know what others are thinking? Kuchi could only restrain all his expressions and stand quietly like a doll.
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Arthur's intensive training lasted for two days, and he had almost recovered from the injuries caused by the giant. Every day, Arthur would first observe the fighting styles of the contestants in the middle of the ring, and then practice punching the sandbags based on this.
Or make a move.
On this day at two o'clock in the afternoon, when Arthur came to the underground fighting gym, he suddenly realized that the atmosphere around him was wrong. Several drinkers who had arrived early were sitting quietly together, chatting quietly, and looking at the quiet people in another corner.
The person sitting... Arthur rubbed his eyes. He was a gentle man wearing glasses and wearing a doctor's white coat. Arthur didn't feel comfortable seeing such a doctor on Clay Street or some other places in the North District.
Surprised, but this is the East End, this is Templer Street, this is the Street of Desire, no one needs to be treated here, there are only two states: living and dead.
"He is your opponent today."
Nighthawk's voice came from behind Arthur. Before Arthur could turn around, Nighthawk held down his shoulders, stretched out a slender claw to face the doctor, and solemnly introduced:
"We don't know where the murderer Jace is as a doctor, but he has the highest winning rate in the past two years and is good at using scalpels as weapons."
Arthur raised his eyebrows. He had never heard that weapons could be used here in the past few days. It seemed that Nighthawk had indeed mentioned that anything except killing him could be used.
"He also beat players to death."
Arthur cursed dozens of times in his mind, remembering that Nighthawk seemed to be able to read minds, Arthur even said in his mind that this was to scold Jace.
Nighthawk raised his pointed lips, "If you don't struggle desperately to survive today, you may not see the moon tonight." Arthur rolled his eyes, you should know that I am only twelve years old this year.
At this time, the murderer Jace stood up from the chair in the corner and walked over. His smile was so thick that it caught his eyes, "Hello, you are my opponent today, right? Sir, my name is Jace, and I am from a family."
Doctor in a private clinic." He held out his left hand, and Arthur noticed that the rubber on his gloved index finger and thumb was torn.
"My name is Arthur, and I am a student." Arthur took hold of the other person's extended hand and found that the other party did not use any strength. Several players had used all their strength when shaking hands with Arthur before, usually toward him.
It went in the direction of crushing Arthur's hand bones. Does this mean that this man is still kind? Maybe it's not as scary as his nickname. Maybe Nighthawk said he had killed people just to scare himself.
While he was thinking wildly, Jace slowly bent down, approached Arthur's left ear, and said something with a smile and a cold tone that made Arthur's skin crawl all over:
"Please try your best to please me, insect, or I will kill you."