"Ding Dong!"

Hearing the prompt sound of the mobile phone in his arms, Wang Zhiran was slightly taken aback, but still took it out.

You must know that this mobile phone is not an ordinary mobile phone, it is also the consciousness clone of the Transformers Sai Tianjiao, which can directly communicate with Sai Tianjiao herself.

Of course, Wang Zhiran's current location is not his hometown Earth One, but a parallel world to the earth, and Sai Tianjiao is not in this world, so the mobile phone cannot communicate directly with Sai Tianjiao.

What's more, the communication signal in this parallel world seems to be slightly different from the communication signal of Earth-One, so the signal logo on the mobile phone is a large cross, indicating that the signal cannot be accepted.

But in this case, the phone actually received a text message that read:

"Go to 76 Crown Ave. ”

No wonder Wang Zhiran was surprised, not to mention that the sender was still anonymous, and he couldn't see his name at all.

Putting away his mobile phone, Wang Zhiran looked at the street sign on the side of the street, Crown Street was in front, and it could be reached in a few minutes' walk.

However, should I follow the SMS prompts, in the past?

I just came to this parallel world, and I didn't have any contact with the local forces at all, and there is no theoretical possibility that someone here wants to harm me.

Could it be the one who threw me into this world?

Wrong.

Those bigwigs are not idlers either, they all have their own things to do. What's more, at their level, mortals like me are ants, a completely negligible existence, and unless that big guy has a special purpose, he will not specifically target a mortal.

If it's a native of this world, it's even stranger if it's a message to me. Regardless of the differences in communication signals between different worlds, how did the other party know that I existed?

Wang Zhiran thought about it and couldn't find a reason why this message would appear on his mobile phone at all.

At this time, Wang Zhiran's stomach made a "cooing" sound.

"Hey, it's almost seven o'clock in the evening, and I haven't eaten dinner yet. ”

Wang Zhiran touched his stomach and said to himself: "Anyway, No. 76 Crown Street is in front, I'll go over and have a look first, if it's a restaurant, just eat." ”

After speaking, Xiao Wang walked forward.

A few minutes later, 76 Crown Street, a ten-story building about the size of half a football field, arrived, and the front door was open to welcome many guests.

Wang Zhiran turned his head to look at the signboard next to the door and said, "Blood Punch? ”

As he spoke, a strong man in a black suit walked over at the door, apparently he was a security guard here.

The security guard turned to Wang Zhiran and asked, "Sir, we have a membership here, do you have an invitation?"

Wang Zhiran withdrew his gaze from looking at the signboard, turned his head to look at the security guard, and was about to speak.

However, the security guard who saw Wang Zhiran's face was immediately stunned, and immediately asked politely, "Are you Mr. Wang?"

Now it was Wang Zhiran's turn to be stunned, and said in his heart: How do you know me?

Of course, this will not be said, after Xiao Wang reacted, what he really said was:

"Yes, I am. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I'll inform the manager immediately. ”

After speaking, the security guard bowed deeply to Wang Zhiran, and then took out the walkie-talkie and contacted the manager.

Seeing this, how could Wang Zhiran not understand that he must have collided with someone, who not only has the same surname as himself, but also looks like he has a very high status.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhiran secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Hehe, I'm sorry, the real Mr. Wang, I didn't mean to impersonate you, I just wanted to find a place to live before I found a way to return to Earth One, and solve the problem of eating by the way.

Rest assured, I will keep to myself and will not squander your property!

Soon, the manager in the mouth of the security guard came to Wang Zhiran, he was a middle-aged man in a black suit, about the same height as Wang Zhiran, thin body, well-proportioned facial features, and seemed to be very easy-going, but the light of his eyes showed that this person was an old man who understood the world very well.

Sure enough, before Wang Zhiran could speak, the manager took the lead and said, "Mr. Wang, hello, my name is Michelle, do you think I am familiar? Yes, we have met before." ”

Wang Zhiran frowned slightly, and said in his heart: How could we have met.

Michelle keenly noticed Wang Zhiran's expression, and immediately smiled flatteringly: "Of course, a noble person like you will definitely not remember a little person like me." ”

Speaking of this, Michelle paused slightly, glanced at Wang Zhiran, noticed that he was only wearing a shirt and trousers, and suddenly understood in his heart, and then said:

"Mr. Wang, seeing that you are dressed so casually, you should have come here to watch the performance and relax. ”

The performance here refers to the fighting in the ring.

As a man, Wang Zhiran naturally will not refuse a fighting match that can make people's blood boil, not to mention that he himself is also an expert and has practiced martial arts since he was a child.

So, Wang Zhiran put on a smile on his superiors and said, "Michelle, I really know my intentions, let's go in." ”

"Okay, please come with me. ”

Hearing the praise of "Mr. Wang", Michelle's face was full of smiles, and she took Wang Zhiran into the bloody fist.

Michelle took Wang Zhiran through a corridor, and then Wang Zhiran saw a brightly lit hall the size of half a football field, with a square ring in the center of the hall.

This ring is one lap larger than a standard boxing ring (a standard boxing ring should be a 610 cm square and the table should be 91 cm above the ground, but no more than 122 cm). There is a blue column at each of the four corners, and between the columns, three iron chains are hung, replacing the original ropes.

There were a lot of customers sitting around the ring, and they all came to watch the game.

Since there is a competition, then there will naturally be no less gambling involved.

No, Wang Zhiran saw a bar counter in the corner of the hall, where the staff was giving the guests a detailed introduction to the upcoming players, so that the guests could decide who to bet on, and it seemed that tonight would be very lively.

However, the sharp-eyed Wang Zhiran noticed that there was no referee's bench around the ring, which means that there was no referee for tonight's game, and there was no round or time limit.

Is there such a ring match?

The answer is: Yes!

There are at least two kinds of matches in Wang's mind, which require neither referees nor rounds or time limits.

The first is an entertainment exhibition game, this kind of competition is to see the excitement, such as the E of the United States, this is the famous performance show, under the seemingly hot wrestling action, it is actually all fake fights, and there is even a plot.

Yes, there is a plot in the fighting competition.

Of course, there is no need for a referee for a show like this, and there is no need for any round restrictions.

The second type of fight is much bloodier, and that is black market boxing.

There are no rules for black market boxing, so naturally there will be no round and time limits, and even the victory or defeat is marked by the complete fall of one side, or even death.

This kind of game is clear at a glance, and there is no need for referees.

And the competition here is precisely the second type.

Because Wang Zhiran noticed that there was a bloody smell that could not be washed away in the ring, and there were countless unlucky people who died tragically in the ring.

No wonder there are so many spectators here, and the scenes of black market boxing, which are far more bloody and exciting than regular matches, will of course be sought after by the audience.

It's just that I don't know who will be unlucky again tonight.

Noticing Wang Zhiran's eyes looking at the ring, Michelle reminded him in a timely manner, "Mr. Wang, don't worry, the game will start on time at eight o'clock in the evening, and when the time comes, there will be a good show to watch." ”

"Oh, okay. ”

Wang Zhiran also retracted his gaze, continued to follow Michelle for a while, and soon came to the door of a private room.

Wang Zhiran noticed that "VIP" was written on the door, and it seemed that the status of Mr. Wang, who he was pretending, was very high.

"Mr. Wang, this is your private room, where you can enjoy the next performance. While speaking, Michelle opened the door and invited Wang Zhiran in.

This is a five-by-five-square-meter private room, the decoration is very luxurious, and there is a two-seater sofa facing the competition venue in the center.

In front of the sofa there is also a glass coffee table with a newspaper on it, a water dispenser in the corner of the room and a small Xiaoice box full of various drinks and liquor.

Michelle stood at the door very respectfully and asked Wang Zhiran, "Mr. Wang, do you have anything else you need?"

Wang Zhiran sat on the left side of the two-seater sofa by himself, and said without looking back: "I'm hungry, prepare some food for me." ”

If you want to pretend, you have to pretend thoroughly, since Mr. Wang has a very high status here, it is natural to send Michelle casually.

"Okay, Mr. Wang. ”

Sure enough, Michelle didn't doubt it, and immediately agreed, and then asked, "Then I'll let the kitchen prepare your favorite thing for you." ”

"Yes. ”

Seeing that "Mr. Wang" agreed, Michelle left the private room and went to prepare to eat and drink, while Wang Zhiran stood up from the sofa.

"Damn, what's the matter with this sofa? It's been pressed by a container, why is it dented?"

It turned out that the left spring on the left side of the sofa where Wang Zhiran was sitting seemed to be loose, causing Xiao Wang's entire butt to sink into it when he was sitting, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, there was no problem on the right side of the sofa, so Wang Zhiran sat on the right side.

Obviously, Wang Zhiran can pretend to be Mr. Wang, which shows that the two are not only similar in appearance, but also similar in height and size, and with Wang Zhiran's physique, it is naturally impossible to sit on the sofa in a depression.

This also means that there is another person, a person whose height and weight far exceed that of Wang Zhiran, who often sits in this position.

However, this is Mr. Wang's private room, who else but him can enjoy these treatments?

At this time, Michelle, who had just come out of the kitchen, did not immediately go to the VIP room where Wang Zhiran was, but came to a training room full of various barbells.

In this training room, a muscular man who is more than two meters tall is easily lifting a dumbbell marked as 80 kilograms with one hand.

The man noticed Michelle's arrival, put down the barbell in his hand, and asked, "What's wrong, Michel?"

Mihir bowed respectfully to this person, and his attitude was no worse than that of the previous "Mr. Wang".

"Report to your lord, Mr. Wang is here. ”

"Oh, he's coming, okay. ”

This person's face showed a smile like a spring breeze, and said: "Since the king has also come to see the game, then arrange it for me, I will personally go on the field and give him the most wonderful performance." ”