The auditions are over, and there is still a little rest time before the quarterfinals.

Due to the restrictions of the competition rules, most of the defeated contestants ended up with serious injuries and detachment.

Most of them are so weak that they need to be helped to walk, and many of them have even fallen into a coma, lying on stretchers and being left to be manipulated.

Eventually, with the help of the medical staff at the venue, the contestants were all sent to the medical room hidden at the edge of the venue.

At this time, Sabo's observant gaze quietly fell here.

In this world where everyone speaks with their fists, Sabo, as a senior staff officer of the revolutionary army, belongs to one of the very few all-rounders who have muscles, looks and intelligence:

"Gold dust that can control the personal freedom of others, and the rules of the game that do not allow voluntary surrender..."

"I see!"

Seeing those contestants being sent to the medical room in batches like defenseless pigs, Sabo finally understood the conspiracy behind this martial arts tournament:

"Tezzolo's goal, from start to finish, are those contestants!"

"Sabo, you mean..."

Kerra also followed Sabo's gaze and saw the scene in front of the medical room, and immediately reacted:

"Tezzolo started this martial arts tournament so that those contestants could lose their ability to resist in the competition, and then take advantage of the weakness to capture them?"

"That's right."

Sabo nodded, his expression becoming extremely grim:

"These contestants are all good players."

"If Tezzolo can successfully control them, he will be able to accumulate a force that should not be underestimated."

"It's too shady!"

After thoroughly figuring out Tezzolo's scheme, Kerra gritted her teeth with hatred for this notorious fellow:

"This guy wants to control so many strong people, and he must be secretly brewing a bigger conspiracy!"

"We can't sit idly by, we have to hurry up and get that!"

"Wait."

Sabo shouted out to Kerra, who was so excited that he wanted to kill him directly, and calmly analyzed:

"All this is just speculation now."

"And we don't know what the situation is in the medical room yet, we should investigate it first before making a plan, we can't just rush in and save people so recklessly."

"Good!"

"I'm going to find out now!"

Kerra clenched her fists and was about to take a step towards the infirmary.

"Kerra!"

Ivankov's big face abruptly stood in front of Kerra:

"Let me go."

"Well, I have a good reason to break into there openly."

"Well..."

Kerra subconsciously shrank her head.

Despite being comrades-in-arms and comrades-in-arms, Kerra instinctively was a little unaccustomed to the shock of the sudden appearance of Ivankov's big face.

After Ivankov stopped Kerra from stopping him, he deliberately put on a flat face and walked straight to the medical room where seriously injured players were constantly being carried in.

The front door of the medical room is heavily guarded, and there are "medical staff" standing with knotted muscles and bearish backs.

They can deter all medical maniacs just by their size, and standing together creates a sense of majesty of "medical powerhouse, idlers are not allowed to enter".

"Stop!"

"Don't let in here!"

As soon as they saw Ivankov approaching, they shouted with serious faces.

"Huh?"

"Isn't this a medical room for the contestants to rest and treat? Why can't I go in? ”

Ivankov asked rhetorically, pretending to be puzzled.

While he was talking to the guards, he quietly set his eyes on the door of the medical room to investigate:

The door was big, big enough to easily transport a monster like the Giants inside.

Inside the door, however, is a long corridor, so long that you can't see the end at all, which is very different from the design of a normal medical room.

And Ivankov was about to go past the guards and go inside, but in the corridor inside the door, a tall man in a riotous pink suit came out:

"Tezzolo?"

Ivankov didn't expect that he would bump into the "mastermind" Tezzolo before he even entered the door.

Tezzolo's face was very normal, and he only greeted him in the gentle tone of a businessman:

"Ivankov first... Miss? ”

He struggled a little with the title, and then said kindly:

"I'm sorry, please come back!"

"The medical room here is only open to defeated players."

"The main test of this martial arts meeting is the physical fitness and will of the players, and the players need to fight all the way to the end from the beginning of the audition, and they cannot get medical care in the middle of the competition."

The reason given by Tezzolo is reasonable.

Ivankov knew in his heart that if he insisted on breaking into the medical room again, it would definitely make Tezzolo realize that he had become aware of Tezzolo's scheme.

However, Ivankov calmly gave a strong reason:

"I don't want to be treated, I want to be treated."

"I promised Hairing Boy to turn him back after the game, and now I haven't fulfilled my promise!"

“......”

Tezzolo thought of the spicy-eyed "giantess" and was choked speechless.

"Well..."

He really couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he had to agree:

"Come with me, and I'll take you to Halding."

With that, Tezzolo led Ivankov into the gate and walked along the road.

After a while, the two walked to the end of the road and came to a T-junction.

The left and right sides lead to two different rooms, and the walls on both sides are painted with the words "Medical Room", which appear to be medical rooms of the same size.

The seriously injured players who were sent in were also divided into two sides by the "medical staff" as if they were randomly arranged, and sent to two medical rooms in opposite directions.

Ivankov was curious, so he picked a random direction and walked straight to the medical room on the right.

"Wait!"

Tezzolo hurriedly grabbed him.

"Huh?"

Ivankov's heart moved, but there was a puzzled expression on his face.

"That..."

Tezzolo straightened his face and wiped out the little fluctuation just now:

"Mr. Hairing is in the medical room on the left, you are going in the wrong direction."

"Oh... Good. ”

Ivankov nodded, and was about to turn around and follow Tezzolo to the medical room on the left.

However, at this moment, he suddenly stopped.

"How?"

A hint of panic flashed in Tezzolo's eyes, and he deliberately asked in a flat tone:

"Any questions?"

Ivankov shook his head:

"No problem."

......................................

"Definitely something's wrong!"

As soon as Ivankov came out of the infirmary, he said to Sabo, Kerra and Haku with a serious face:

"I noticed it all in there:"

"The medical room where Hairding and the others are on the left looks no different from the ordinary medical room after entering, and the staff inside are just treating the wounded."

"However, there was so much noise and noise that you could hear the movement in the hallway outside the door."

"But the medical room on the right, which Tezzolo was not allowed to enter, was very quiet."

"Obviously, so many players were sent in, but there was no sound, as if the people inside were asleep."

"There's definitely something wrong with that!"

"Indeed."

After listening to Ivankov's story, Sabo also echoed with a solemn expression:

"Tezzolo is obviously the organizer of the martial arts society, but he is personally in the medical room at all times, which in itself is very suspicious."

"I think there must be a mystery hidden in the medical room on the right."

"So what are you waiting for?"

As soon as Kerra clenched her fists, she was ready to go straight in and do the right thing for the sky.

"Wait!"

Sabo grabbed the hot-blooded Kerra with some headaches, and analyzed it in further detail:

"Think about it, how many powerhouses are involved in this martial arts conference, and how terrifying are they together?"

"Tezzolo has the courage to cast such a big net, he must have something to rely on!"

"Even, I suspect..."

He subconsciously rubbed his chin and said in a heavy tone:

"Behind Tezzolo, there is a good chance that there are more powerful forces manipulating everything."

"Otherwise, how dare Tezzolo himself do such a crazy thing that is not greedy enough to swallow elephants?"

"A more powerful force? So what do we do..."

Kella was also aware of the gravity of the situation.

There were only four of them this time, and it was a little reluctant to deal with Tezzolo and his minions, and they were even less able to deal with the more powerful underworld forces.

Sabo pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"The enemy is outnumbered, don't act rashly yet."

"We'll have to let Mr. Smile know about it first. With his help, this operation has enough chances of success. ”

"In addition..."

Sabo paused, and then turned his gaze to Hawkeye Mihawk, who was leaning against the wall in the distance and resting for a while:

"We can try to communicate with the other players who are still there, if they are willing to help..."

"That's right!"

Kerra was in the spotlight, and immediately volunteered:

"Sabo, you go and discuss countermeasures with Mr. Smile, and I'll ask Hawkeye about them!"

None of the other players said that Hawkeye Mihawk couldn't be with Tezzolo anyway.

And Mihawk is extremely powerful, and if he is willing to help, the chances of winning this operation will be a big difference.

At this time, there were only a few minutes left before the official start of the quarterfinals, and Kerra hurried to Hawkeye and hurriedly said:

"Mr. Mihawk."

She deliberately lowered her voice, looking very mysterious:

"I don't know if you haven't noticed, this martial arts meeting has had problems from the beginning."

"Tezzolo, he..."

Before Kerra could finish her sentence, Mihawk interrupted her coldly:

"Little girl, you mean to say the gold dust that was sprinkled at the beginning, right?"

"You know?"

Kella was a little surprised:

"Tezzolo is hatching a conspiracy, he..."

However, Mihawk was not at all interested in her words:

"Needless to say, none of this has anything to do with me."

"In my eyes, from the beginning, there were only two people, Yixiao and Yasuo."

"I don't care about anything else."

With that, Mihawk shook off Kerra cleanly and walked to the ring on his own.

"This?!"

Kerra choked hard, and her face turned a little red.

But Mihawk walked neatly, and could only mutter:

"What great swordsman?"

"I don't have any sense of social responsibility at all, and I'm far from Galen's predecessors..."

Mihawk refuses so decisively, and Kella can only set his sights on another strong player:

Wind Sword, Yasuo.

However, Kerra knew at a glance...

Yasuo has an indifferent expression, a cold temperament, and walks with the wind, at first glance, he is a big swordsman who is almost the same as Eagle Eye, and has nothing but a sword in his eyes.

With Mihawk's failures in the past, Kella didn't think she could talk about the mysterious Yasuo.

"Alas!"

"They're all guys who only know how to fight and kill..."

"If only Galen's senior was here!"

Kella sighed deeply, her face full of helplessness.

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