Zhigva, Hagway Bar.

Due to the time difference, it is the early hours of the morning, and it is also the most chaotic and crazy time of the day.

Wild and energetic music fills the bar, and the dance floor is filled with chaotic lights and scantily clad men and women, creating a bizarre cityscape at night.

Suddenly, the door of the bar was pushed open, and a tall, strong, bear-like figure strode in.

As he approached, the music in the entire bar seemed to suddenly go silent, and everyone's movements came to a halt.

A mixture of awe, adoration, fanaticism, and provocative eyes kept converging on him, but the strong man seemed to have long been accustomed to it, with a confident smile on his face.

"Look, it's 'Crazy Bear'! Can I watch another boxing championship tonight?"

"Wouldn't it? Who else would dare to challenge him? Last time, the challenger was just a little unclean in his mouth, and he broke all his limbs, and even his younger brother was blown up, and anyone dared to attack him at such a time?"

"I heard that there have been a lot of new faces recently, and there are some warriors from the East......"

......

Many people whispered to each other.

There are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.

"Crazy Bear" walked all the way, like a humanoid beast, and all the people who stood in front of him were pushed away by him with great ferocity, and no one dared to show the slightest anger.

The depth of the accumulation of power can be seen.

He walked to the front of the stage, dragged down the thin monkey lead singer on the stage who was pale with fright, and then grabbed the microphone, his eyes scanning the crowd little by little.

Then, he sneered, "Ladies and gentlemen, you have a good eye tonight!"

"There are a couple of guests from afar who want to learn the power of my Bear Harris, trying to gain a foothold in the underground world of our Zhigva, and tell me loudly, how should I welcome them?"

"Break their necks!"

"Pinch their balls!"

"Long live Harris! I can't wait to see those Orientals crawling all over the ground in a beating, crying for their mother's help!"

......

The people below immediately shouted excitedly, chattering and arguing, obviously accustomed to this kind of scene.

"Good!"

Harris nodded with satisfaction and sneered, "In that case, get ready to enjoy tonight's bloody feast!

With that, he dropped the microphone and turned to walk towards a passage next to the dance floor.

Descending along the passageway, there is a vast underground space filled with layers of stands.

In the center of the stands, there is a bloodstained ring!

The rope walls around the ring have long been soaked in blood and turned black!

At a glance, there is a bloody and tragic atmosphere.

Harris swaggered in, the underground boxing arena was already full at the moment, and with Harris's appearance, bursts of cheers suddenly rang out around!

The men and women who had been fanatical in the bar also poured in!

Here, underground black fists are a common occurrence. But unless you're an avid fan of the sport, you don't usually have so many people watching it.

It's all because of Harris alone!

He is the underground king of the whole of Zhigva, recognized by everyone!

Harris has never been defeated since he entered the Black Boxing Tournament, and his strong physique and ferocious style of play have terrified countless opponents and earned him the nickname "Wild Bear".

In this city, Harris's prestige is sometimes more effective than the police, more effective than the law!

This is the charm of the underground world, a free, wild, chaotic world! As long as you have the strength, you can get ahead, and you can become the king in everyone's mind!

"What about my opponents, my sweethearts~"

Harris walked to the ring, his eyes swept around, and everyone who made eye contact with him immediately looked away and looked sideways, not daring to say anything disrespectful.

He jumped into the ring, looked around and still didn't get anything, couldn't help but yawn lazily, and there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.

It is not a good thing to have a king waiting for his opponent.

"These damn oriental monkeys, the most discredited, shouldn't they be scared away?"

Harris wrinkled his nose vigorously and swore that if those men dared to appear in front of him, he would tear them all to shreds!

"Here they are! The Orientals are coming!"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the back of the crowd, and then the crowd abruptly parted from the crowd.

I saw a group of men dressed as samurai from the island country, who were walking quickly.

The first person is tall, with a handsome face, but his eyes are extremely cold, and when he walks, he actually brings a terrible cold feeling to the people around him, as if his body is shrouded in a layer of terrifying killing intent all the time.

His presence makes it impossible for anyone to pay attention to other people, and they are completely attracted to him.

Harris is no exception.

"You're going to challenge me?"

He narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the man at the head, his arms clasped in front of his chest.

Psychologically, this is an instinctive defensive action, which explains Harris's inner tension and caution at the moment.

"Challenge you? You may be misunderstood. ”

The man raised his head, his gaze swept over Harris's body, especially the fatal key parts, he licked his lips, and smiled cruelly, "No, I want to kill you." ”

"You will pay for your ignorance!"

Harris was instantly furious, and although the man's aura made him feel dangerous, he still didn't think he would be an opponent.

He angrily slapped the railing and roared, "Come up and let me tear you apart!"

The man smiled lightly, shook his head disapprenously, and was about to step forward, when a person next to him suddenly whispered: "Young master, this kind of goods, I can make a move." ”

"No, I haven't killed anyone in the past few days, I just have itchy hands. He looks good and should be able to hold on a little longer. ”

The corners of the man's mouth were hooked, and his face seemed to be calm, but in fact, there was a faint excitement surging, giving people the feeling that he was not about to fight, but like a hungry ghost who saw a table full of feasts!

"Remember, the person who killed you is called Shuichi Minamino. ”

The calm words instantly overshadowed the noise of the entire underground boxing arena, and everyone couldn't help but be silent, watching the man in a snow-white samurai uniform step by step into the ring.

Airplanes!

The long knife was unsheathed, the blade trembled slightly, and the blade shook with a cold light like water.