Chapter 1554: Dream Broken in Qiming (33)

As the man fell, there was an uproar outside the ring.

Bedivel didn't know Afrikaans, so he didn't understand a word. But he could guess from the expressions and tones of those viewers that there was either cursing or complaining in the uproar. Indeed, most people with brains would think that the boy must have cheated in the game, or that he was acting with the fallen thug, and the fight was just a fake fight.

However, Bediwell, who was watching coldly, knew very well in his heart that the punch that the young man had just made was with all his strength. Judging from the boy's thin body, the heavy punch that can punch the opponent with a big hole in the abdomen is estimated to be the boy's best and with the mentality of wanting to kill the opponent.

So, the thug who fell to the ground couldn't get up. The man was foaming at the mouth and unconscious, and even if someone who did not understand medical science was asked to check him, he would definitely be able to confirm that he was faint.

No matter how unexpected the outcome is, you have to admit defeat if you are willing to gamble. In the end, the audience had no choice but to pay the dealer. While the pawnshop owner made a lot of money, he also took something out of the prepared bag and handed it to the boy.

Look at that volume, it shouldn't be money.

Wait a minute. Beddiville finally got it. That's food. Judging from the volume of the bag, it should be bread and fruit, and the amount is quite large, about the amount of a person in a week.

I see. The winner of this contest does not receive a monetary reward, but a direct physical prize. This eliminates the hassle associated with the card swiping systems used in the city. Because this is an illegal underground martial arts game, even if the winner of the match wins the prize, it will leave a record in the process of swiping the card, which will be very troublesome for both the dealer and the bettor. That's why the owner of this pawnshop holds this kind of underground competition based on the premise of physical trading. Because the boss is a pawnshop, the merchant often has a process of capital turnover, so there will be more card transaction records. Their records are not as suspicious as those of the poor in the ghetto, and their transactions are harder to trace!

Seeing this, Bediwell couldn't help but be shocked. There are still miscalculations in the predictions of the shadow agents - such as this underground fighting club.

According to the logic of the shadow agent, the Sword Saint Ark must have accomplices, and Ark's accomplices are responsible for helping the Sword Master "launder money", so the daily transaction records will inevitably be doubled, because it is one person's consumption to feed two people.

However, once there is this kind of underground fighting with physical objects as prizes, the hypothesis of shadow agents is completely untenable. Juggernaut Ark only needs to send someone over (or come in person) to win the match, and he'll get free food without leaving any transaction records at all!

In this case, isn't the list given by the shadow agent completely useless? Isn't it impossible to track down what to continue to investigate?!

Wait a minute. Just when Bediwell was at first feeling hopeless, he suddenly burst into disappointment.

Juggernaut Ark will send someone over to win the game?

On the other hand, as long as there is such an underground fighting club, the people of Sword Saint Ark will appear?!

Wait. In that case, then the little ghost just now should be ......

Bediwell looked at the child carefully. By this time, the boy had already picked up the bag of food he had received and disappeared from the noisy crowd.

There can be no mistake. Although the movements were still very jerky, when the young man responded to the battle just now, he put on a posture that was commonly used by the Knights of Great Britain to prepare for battle. Bedeville had been Arthur's little servant and had spent several months in the Northern Knights of the Pentoraken (Great Britain), so he knew the fight-ready stance.

Moreover, such a thin boy was able to knock his opponent to the ground with one punch, and it was definitely not his original arm strength.

That's a combat skill. You can't go wrong!

It was a low-rank, but most commonly used, skill in the Knights of Great Britain - [Arm Burst]. It is a kind of miniature magic, to put it simply, it is to use magic to stimulate the muscles of the arm, so that the muscles can exert a powerful power that cannot be exerted in a very short time! Because of the assistance of combat skills, such a scrawny boy can make such a powerful punch!

And the combat skills of the British Knights, as well as the posture of preparing for battle, it is absolutely impossible for an ordinary South African slum boy to learn for no reason! The only explanation is that someone taught him behind his back!

Bediwell's heart tightened, and the answer was already forthcoming. That young man is most likely connected to the Sword Saint Ark!

Thinking of this, the spirit controlled by Bedeville naturally moved to chase the boy. Fortunately, the werewolf youth reacted quickly and analyzed quickly, and when he chased after him, the young man was still walking in one of the emergency escape passages of the Underground Fighting Club, and he didn't chase after him!

However, as soon as Bediwell caught up, the boy suddenly turned around and made eye contact with Bediwell, which frightened the werewolf youth into a cold sweat.

No, the spirit that Bediwell is now manipulating should be a completely transparent cloud of photons, which should not be visible to normal people. The boy suddenly looked back, and made eye contact with Bediwell, was it only occasionally?

Perhaps. What a kid with sharp senses.

But the boy didn't know how to use true sight after all, and he couldn't see the world of photons. He couldn't see anything, so he thought that no one was following him, so he relented and continued to the end of the escape route, and in the darkness he didn't go far before he reached the exit.

After the darkness, it is indeed dim. Bediwell tried to see where he was, only to find that he had come to a very strange place. It was a place of sewage and flickering dim yellow lights, surrounded by slightly narrow, intricate corridors of stone bricks, all of which had been corroded by the long damp air and revealed a disgusting dull yellow, and a large area of dark green moss attached to them. As for the flickering light, Bediwell at first thought it was some kind of candlelight, but on closer inspection he realized that it was an electric light. It should be said that there was one such dim lamp attached to the ceiling every twenty yards or so in this dark underground passage, but this filthy underground passage was full of mosquitoes, and the phototactic bugs were so frantically concentrated in the vicinity of the electric lamp, stirring up the already dim enough light like the light of a flickering lamp.

It's an underground waterway. And looking at the dilapidated appearance of this underground waterway, it has been used for at least a hundred years. Having seen the superficial glamour of South Africa's capital, Pretoria, Bediwell could hardly imagine the decay that lies beneath the city. Contrast the silvery, spotlessly polished skyscrapers with the rancid sewers, as if one is heaven and the other is hell.

Is such a place inhabited?

Or maybe the boy was just passing through this place and wouldn't stay long?

It was with good intentions and naivety that Bediwell came up with this idea. However, he soon understood how naïve his ideas were. The emaciated teenager walked around the complicated sewer environment a few times, and immediately reached a relatively open area.

[Rotten Swamp Block] - Bediwell could faintly make out the words from the tattered wooden board signs on the side.

It was a residential area that had been carved out of a large abandoned sewage treatment chamber in the sewer. However, this kind of settlement is not even as good as a slum, it does not see the light of day all year round, the stench is stinking, and the rotting rats and pests roam the area, which is simply the worst living area. The "houses" here have their own characteristics, ranging from makeshift houses made of broken tents to tin houses made of rusty and dilapidated vehicles patched. Needless to say, the people who live in such places are basically fugitives who are not in the dark, or illegal immigrants who are not registered in the city.

Seeing this scene, Bediwell's heart tightened again. The darkness hidden in this city is far beyond the imagination of the werewolf youth.

The biggest problem is that since this so-called Rotten Swamp neighborhood can provide shelter for so many homeless people, and there is a way to ensure that these people do not starve to death, it becomes an almost impossible task to find a single person in the city, the Sword Saint Ark. Not to mention this intricate underground labyrinth, even if King Arthur's people were able to reach the Rotten Swamp through the underground tunnels, it would be impossible to find the Sword Saint Ark in such a chaotic and sinful place!

Bediwell was even more nervous. Perhaps, that emaciated boy would be the only hope for the werewolf youth to find the Sword Saint Ark. Therefore, he must not lose the boy in such a place, and even in the worst case, he must find the final destination of the boy's trip.

Thankfully, Beddevil is now wielding a spirit that can fly. In fact, it was precisely because it was moderately floating in the air that it could continue to follow the skinny boy in the crowded swamp block, so that it would not be blocked by too many of the homeless people walking around. Even so, it was difficult for Bediwell to track down the teenager. The kid scurried around like a little mouse, as if to get rid of all possible trackers behind him. Dazzled, Beddiwell was eager to use his nose on such an occasion, but it was only the Holy Spirit he controlled, not himself.

However, he still followed the boy with great difficulty, through most of the crowd, to a sparsely populated place.

"Grandpa. The emaciated boy came up to a large, old and dry drain and shouted in rusty English.

In response to the boy's call, an old man dressed in tatters and wrapped in a black mask stepped out of the shadows of the drain.