The city of Loven, is one of the countless small and inconspicuous cities in the United States.

Compared to Kama Taj, which is wrapped in snow and ice but has a suitable temperature all year round, it is simply built next to a fake snow-capped mountain, and this is really a world of ice and snow. The breath exhaled from the girl's mouth condensed into mist, and then dissipated between the world and the world.

Little Naughty thinks that if there is any word to describe her situation lately, then 'everything is not going well' must be appropriate.

Some time ago, while kissing her boyfriend, the other party suddenly lost consciousness and fell into a coma. It took a while for the panicked little mischievous to react - she might be a mutant, and she had just woken up.

When her boyfriend's (note: former) parents hadn't decided to take measures against her, Little Naughty hurriedly ran away from the other party's house and took his little money all the way north, hoping to live in a place where no one knew him.

As far as she knew, mutants weren't doing their best. Especially recently, the mutant registration bill has intensified, which has caused a huge gap between ordinary people and mutants.

The vast majority of ordinary people talk about mutants with disgust, only a few people are indifferent, and a very small number of them are willing to get along with mutants.

Therefore, when she just wanted to open the car door, but directly pulled out such a big living person as Wang Dali, her first reaction was not panic, but a little surprise and caution - the other party who appeared in this way should also be a mutant, or at least not an ordinary human, right?

Seeing that the little naughty didn't get out of the car for a long time, the old driver who came all the way with her thought something was wrong and came over to open the car door. After seeing Wang Dali, he frowned unhappily and said.

"When did you get on the bus? Pull two people and pay double the money! ”

"Sorry, give."

Before Wang Dali could say anything, the little mischievous hurriedly took out another fare from his little wallet.

After getting the money and arriving at the destination, the old driver didn't want to talk to Wang Dali, who was wearing a strange linen robe even though the weather was so cold, and walked straight to a tavern not far away.

After the old driver, the little naughty man with thick gloves on his hand also grabbed Wang Dali's hand and walked a few steps quickly to follow.

"You're dressed like this, it's cold outside, aren't you? Let's go inside. ”

Walking into this inn, which looks ordinary from the outside, the noise immediately rushed into the ears of Little Naughty and Wang Dali. In addition to the tables and chairs scattered around it, the most striking thing is the ring in the center of the tavern, and the steel fence that has been wrapped with barbed wire next to the ring.

Little Naughty and Wang Dali found a corner and sat down. The tavern proprietress on the side glanced at the two young men, and she didn't mean to come forward to serve at all.

This is also the meaning of the little naughty.

"My name is Mary, may I ask who you are?"

"Vigor, you can call me Vigorous-King."

Although it seemed that Wang Dali was not a few years older than Xiao Naughty, when he spoke, Xiao Naughty felt a mature man's breath rushing towards him.

She felt like a middle-aged man sitting across from her with a smile.

But it doesn't matter. She looked up at Wang Dali and asked with a bit of expectation in her eyes.

"So vigorous, are you also ......"

"Shh

At this time, Wang Dali, who had already focused his eyes on the ring, raised a finger.

"Look, the game is about to begin. We'll talk when the game is over. ”

Although Mary has no love for this kind of iron cage fighting, seeing Wang Dali's tightly closed mouth, it is obvious that she doesn't want to say anything more before the end of the match. She had no choice but to turn her head, and also focused on the two men in the iron cage, who were fighting to the flesh.

The two men in the field are very different in size, one is nearly two meters long, and his physique is stout, which makes the little mischievous can't help but suspect that the other party's arms are even thicker than his thighs; The other is only 1.8 meters, and his body is just a very ordinary bodybuilder.

As soon as the battle began, it fell to the side of the tall, bald man. He laughed wildly, punched and punched the other brown-haired man, knocking him directly to the ground, not counting, but pulling him up from the ground and continuing to fight.

But this brutal scene stimulated the hormones of the audience even more, and the cheers were deafening.

But then, the brown-haired man showed an incredible ability to resist hits. A minute later, he pinpointed a weakness in the bald man that had been attacking and caused a huge exertion of physical exertion, and landed an uppercut in the abdomen, forcing him to bend over in pain.

Then the brown-haired man shook his head and hit the opponent's fragile nose directly with the back of his hard head, winning the game cleanly.

This Jedi life, almost like a movie scene, earned him more cheers than the bald man had just beaten him.

The game was over, and it was getting late. The crowd in the tavern gradually dispersed, and Wang Dali and Xiao Naughty sat down at the bar

Asking for a cup of hot milk for the little naughty, Wang Dali took out twenty dollars from his pocket and put it on the bar, pointing at the brown-haired man who was also walking towards the bar, and smiled at the old bartender.

"Two shots of vodka, one for tonight's winner."

"No problem, please wait."

The brown-haired man sitting down at the bar with a cigar in his mouth nodded coldly to Wang and put the vodka he had given him into his mouth—it didn't look like the first time someone had invited him to drink after a game.

The TV in the tavern was playing news related to the mutant summit, and Mary glanced at the brown-haired man, wanting to continue the conversation with Wang Dali, but found that the two men had come behind the brown-haired man.

One of them was unkind, flushed, and seemed to have drunk too much, while the other tried to persuade him.

"Forget it, it's just a ten-dollar bet, just have fun."

"No, it can't be."

The drunken man brushed his friend away and looked down at the brown-haired man sitting at the bar and let out a breath of wine.

"Give me back the money I just lost in my bet! How can anyone suffer so much without any injuries! ”

"If you keep pestering, you'll lose more than just money."

Continuing to drink vodka, the brown-haired man said without replying.

"You bastard!"

But the alcohol stimulated the other party's brain, so that he felt that he had lost face in the tavern, he took out a dagger directly from his pocket, and stabbed the brown-haired man in the back with a fierce look, making the little naughty on the side look shocked.

"Be careful!"