"Listen to my friend, there are no rules, there is no circle, I like your time very much, I plan to get him in a duel, just like a warrior!"

In the world of the Time Planning Bureau, a brutal duel is prevalent, in which two people hold their arms together and wrestle their wrists to attribute the time in each other's watches. In this world, if two people's wrists are together and the other's arms are down, then you can get time from him.

Wrist wrestling is a brutal game, because if your arm is pressed underneath the opponent, the time on your arm will involuntarily flow to the opponent until it reaches zero. And here, once time goes to zero, it means death.

Fortes let his men take off their coats, while he himself loosened the buttons around his neck, and said with a smile; "Don't turn me down, to be honest, I look very young, but I just celebrated my seventy-fifth birthday last week, and I'm already an old man in terms of age!"

"Seventy-five! Old man! The young man looked at Fortes, and as he slowly took off his coat, he smirked; I'm one hundred and six years old, and you're a kid to me! ”

"Yes! Then let me find the pleasure of bullying the elderly! Forts walked lightly to a table and turned his head; Ready to start? ”

"Wait, I'll need a few minutes to adjust...."The young man shook his hand and ran quickly towards the toilet under Fortes' puzzled gaze, vomiting as a pony boy watched.

"You've been throwing up for five minutes, can you go? The Boss doesn't like to wait for others! Looking at the vomiting youth, one of Fortes' men blocked the doorway and asked softly.

"Right away, right away! The young man reluctantly said, then threw up on the ground with his hands on the wall.

"Huh! It's disgusting...."Seeing the young man vomiting everywhere, the little brother in the leather jacket couldn't help but take a few steps back and cover his nose.

"Hi, how are you!" Just as the little brother was holding back the pungent smell, a voice behind him made him turn his head.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Will looked at the black pistol in his hand and couldn't help but sigh softly that it was so handsome.

"What are you doing!" The young man propped his hands on the wall and watched in amazement at Will who had knocked the boy unconscious.

"What for! Save your life! Will grabbed the young man's arm and pulled him towards the back door.

"I don't need you to save me, I know what I'm doing, I'm going to duel him!"

The young man kept struggling in Will's hands, but Will, who had eight-pack abs on his body, how could the frail young man in front of him break free.

"Shut up, you idiot, Fortis has never lost a duel, how can you fight him!"

Will took the young man's hand and kept running in the path outside the back door, and the original sound of the rain was constantly hiding the footsteps and figures of the running, so that Forts and the others who rushed out couldn't see the situation outside Xiao at all.

"What about people? Where did the people go! I'm going to kill them, kill them! ”

Fortis held a revolver in his hand, roaring in the heavy rain, and with Forts's roar, the six or seven younger brothers around him also stood in the rain with guns and cowering.

"Boss, I know that man, I know where his home is!"

As Fortes roared, a somewhat emaciated-looking pony boy raised his hand.

Will was originally fond of gambling, and like his good brother who could drink, Will always won more and lost less at the gambling table, and was also a well-known figure in the special district of Dayton.

"Who is that person and where is his home?" Forts grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the wall.

"The man's name is Will, and he lives down the street in front!" Ma Tsai, who knew Fortes's character, looked frightened, and his legs kept trembling.

"Will! Here, here! ”

Will dragged the young man to run through the rain, and just as his heart was full of confusion and did not know where to go, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Will, come here!" Will heard the sound and saw that the diminutive Alan was lying on the mouth of a pipe, shouting loudly to himself.

"Let's go, let's get over quickly!" Will didn't have time to think about how Alan had returned to his house, but ran over with the young man without saying anything. At this time, Will's heart was full of joy, because no matter what, he saved a life, and this kind of heroic feeling is really good.

"Come and go, life is really short!"

With a sigh, Will looked up and saw a person wearing blue suspenders and dressed as a migrant worker, Zhu Kunming, lying on his back in the corner of the pipe with a sad face, looking at the young man beside him.

"Man, you're free!" Will looked at Zhu Kunming on the side, let the rain on his body slide down, and said happily to the young man beside him.

"Freedom! Hehe, I don't need freedom! The young man leaned against the wall behind him, and did not go into the pipe to shelter from the rain, but let the rain fall on him, with a melancholy look on his face.

"What do you mean! If we hadn't run fast, they'd have killed you! You've got something wrong with your brain! It's all your own doing, no one dares to take that much time to the streets! Will looked at the young man in front of him, but he didn't expect him to care at all.

"My name is Henry, Henry Misleton!" The young man named Henry looked at Will and asked softly; "Why did you save me, if I'm not mistaken, we don't know each other!"

"Why! There are so many whys! Will shrugged impatiently and said without thinking; I can't die without help, I can't watch you being killed right under my nose and not be moved! ”

"Huh!" Henry suddenly laughed after hearing Will's words, and asked with some curiosity; "How old are you, I'm talking about your chronological age!"

Will was a little puzzled, but replied anyway; "I'm twenty-five years old, and I'm going to have my birthday in a few days, and I'll be twenty-six!"

"No wonder! Twenty-five is a good age! Henry nodded, then put his hand into his clothes and took out a small tin box containing wine, unscrewed it and took a sip of it, looking motionless at the heavy rain outside.

"I'm one hundred and six years old, and as the people around me continue to die, I feel like my brain is starting to get tired, even though my body isn't. Not really, but I still feel powerless! ”

(End of chapter)