The flesh pad stepped on the terracotta, and the green eyes shone brightly, drawing unsettling arcs in the shadows.

The black cat came out, the moonlight distinguishing it slightly from the brown sloping top, and it turned its head and stared at the end of the alley—two girls sprang out, frolicking and chasing.

It crossed the rock wall and licked its fur gracefully, like a girl raising her beautiful legs in a bath sprinkled with roses, and found that many people were leaving their homes and flocking somewhere.

The black cat walked around the chimney, its neck bowed, its white whiskers shaking, and there was something else tormenting it in the air besides the stench, searching for sense to scan the gathered civilians......

After a long time, it burrowed back into the shadows.

At night, it should be elegant, and a conspiracy or assassination is worthy of such a good moonlight, but today there is a different kind of evening activity in the corner of Taigangda.

"Ten, Nine, Eight......"

People crowded the streets, stepping on broken wooden doors and standing on tiptoe, throwing their eyes and cheers into the gaps, counting down in unison as the brawl progressed.

Passing through the window that had been lifted, the room was filled with drinks and saliva, and frenzied spectators were hammering the tabletop.

"Beat him! Ricky! Hit him! ”

"You softass, sissy, beat him!"

"Trash, Ricky, you're a trash!"

……

The fighter in the center of the invective gritted his teeth and was topless, like a balding bulldog, wheeling his fists and hammering his opponent desperately.

The young man held his arms up to block the thigh-thick fat.

"Six, Five, Four......"

The countdown continued, and Ricky was a little flustered, and the fat was trembling, using the brute force that usually slammed the ground stabs.

This soldier, who is still in service, has scarlet eyes, fights for his life in a warm atmosphere, and his flesh is squeezing out sweat, no matter how he looks at it, he looks like a stuffy suckling pig in an oven.

"Drink!"

Ricky's nostrils were wide open and felt like he could tuck into his toes.

His fingers folded, his upper limbs raised, like a brown bear standing up straight under an oil lamp, slammed into the closed gates with his terrifying battering ram.

"yes, that's it!"

"End him!"

The impact made a dull drum beat, and he didn't destroy anything, the arms still in front of him.

"Three, two,......"

The audience is still counting down.

Ricky didn't have time to get angry, after all, it was often the case that the other party might have held the blood in his mouth, and as long as he tried again, he could break this arm.

The qi and blood are surging, like a wooden mallet waving on the city wall, there is not much movement, and the internal strength is very strong.

His face was purple, the strength he was holding back had been exhausted, the burgundy color began to blur on his cheeks, and his arms had turned white from the great force and the long dance.

"One!"

Trapped in a manic state, Ricky subconsciously raised his knees, but came to his senses in an instant - this was a violation.

Worst!

He was terrified.

But due to inertia, the muscles can't stop the thighs in time.

"Feet!"

"Stop, stupid!"

"Oh no, what are you doing!"

Tatsuda Taigang was forbidden to raise his legs because a boxer who bent down to resist could easily break his neck and die on the spot.

However, the young man, who had been pressed and beaten for ten seconds, showed no signs of fainting.

He reacted quickly, his elbow curled in a charged arc, straight towards the oncoming magnifying shadow.

The sartorial muscles are sunken, and the thighs are numb and unloaded.

Ricky lost touch in his right foot in an instant, and his body knelt on one knee, his arms slipping and his breath short.

His trachea opened, his heart regained oxygen, his chest heaved and heaved, and the sweat that had been accumulated for a long time pooled down.

"Tsk, calm down sir, now it's my turn."

The young man straightened up, exhaled turbidity, and ran his left hand down his forehead to the back of his head, throwing the sweat onto the terracotta floor.

The onlookers were amazed, unconsciously shaking their heads and smiling bitterly.

The drinker with the white slip in hand blew the whistle, and the cheers began to bombard the eardrums again - the bet began with the second fighter.

The warblers laughed at each other, and the village women separated from the spectators, hiding in the corners and whispering.

"Oh my God, what a good boy."

Their faces were hot, their palms were fanning, and their eyes were fixed on the center of the field.

"I gambled a little money, and that man's name is Adam."

"I heard that it's from a foreign country, obedient, very good-looking, Boye?"

There was no more space outside the grounds, and the neighborhood had no closed windows, and the lights surrounded the tavern and the spectators hung all over the windows.

The women did not rush in like the warblers, came late, and could not find a good corner, so they could only put away their clothes, set up shelves from the verandah, and gossip with their neighbors.

【Contusion】

【Bone crack (slight)】

Most of the health deficit comes from Ricky's last effort, and this purely muscular fighting style is not oppressive except for the violence and beauty.

Adam stretched his body, his back muscles distinct, and a few more soft exhalations.

Taeganda's life was not so easy, the lord Arnold did not grasp enough public entertainment, except for some hobbies in high society, the people at the bottom always relied on alcohol to distract.

How oppressive, look at the crowds around you, and you will understand.

"Ready?"

Adam reminded with a smile.

The boxer's color did not fade, and his face was blushing, after all, he almost killed his opponent by mistake just now.

He stubbornly raised his arm, thinking that he would admit defeat after resisting for ten seconds, this was gambling on wine, not fighting, and he was willing to let the young man vent his dissatisfaction.

[You gain the respect of your opponent and gain +5 extra reputation]

"Ten, nine,......"

Adam twisted his neck, not counting down, but waited for Ricky to put his stance in order before he suddenly threw out his right fist, like an iron rod on the quilt, making a snapping sound.

The muscles in the boxer's arm trembled, and the nerves were numb.

"Seven, Six......"

The shoddy defenses crumbled in an instant under the skillful fists.

The fat head, covered with messy hair, a smooth forehead, and oily skin, was placed in front of Adam.

He swung his fist and punched a wave of flesh on the opponent's right cheek, and his saliva flew in an instant.

Before Ricky could tilt his body, he felt his chin thump again, his forehead raised, shining in the lamplight, and the beads of sweat that he had lost his support and spilled on the ground.

"That's it, beat him, Adam!"

The audience screams meaninglessly, enjoying a visual feast in the roar to satisfy the violent desire.

"Oh!"

"That's right, go ahead!"

"Four, three......"

……

The countdown was still there, but Ricky's pupils had flipped up.

Adam held the other man's forehead, his arm span was perfect, and the contour of his abdomen fell into the eyes of the audience, and the woman had already begun to gnaw her fingers, and the cry was pressed into her throat.

"Heh, are you still awake?"

Adam didn't make a dead move, let the time pass, and the audience was disappointed and sighed, and even didn't want to end the countdown.

"Again, you'll have to be tougher."

"He just moved his feet, you can also come on!"

……

[Number of drinks: 4 barrels (+8 glasses/min)]

[Defeat Opponent: 12 people]

[Cumulative Fame Increase: 68]

Adam held his opponent and summed up the night's record, but he didn't meet the crowd's demands, and he waited quietly until his arms relaxed and the fighter could barely stand up on his own.

"I'm sorry, please, please forgive me for challenging you."

Ricky gasped for breath and had difficulty speaking, he wasn't the first to admit defeat, so the psychological burden wasn't great.

On the contrary, his opponent is a gentleman, for which he is grateful.

[Forgive your opponent, or make him stop speaking.] 】

"Go pour the bar, sir."

The fighter struggled to his feet, holding his own large wine glass, and slumped down beside the barrel.

He scooped up a mixture of grains and fell into deep thought—gambling and admitting defeat is not just a matter of moving his mouth.

The crowd began to heckle.

"Oh roar, be a man, Ricky!"

The fighter suddenly became ruthless, frowned and opened his mouth, and pulled out the loose molars in one go.

Poof!

He threw it into the cup, and before the water splashed, he looked up and smothered, his Adam's apple gushing, and the liquid flowed down the corners of his mouth to his body, mixed with sweat, bringing coolness.

"Drink, drink, drink!"

"Empty cup, empty cup, empty cup!"

……

It is actually hard to irritate the gums with alcohol, but the dignity of a man does not allow him to squirt, or choke.

"Drink~"

Ricky raised his right arm, frowned, and let out a dumb roar, he gasped for breath, shook his swollen head, and turned the wooden cup upside down.

The residual liquid pools and drips......

No teeth!