Two weeks after Prohibition was fully enforced in O'Glan, Green was rushing to a bar on a street in Isbay District. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Hurry up, or you'll miss out on today's event. I thought to myself. Although complaining that his boss had extended his overtime hours, he still involuntarily accelerated the pace of his feet. From time to time, someone noticed this anxious young man, and after confirming that the other party was a familiar face, they went about their own things.

Running to the door of a shop without any signboard outside, Green nodded to the two strong janitors who couldn't be more familiar, and hurriedly squeezed in when the other pulled the iron door through a gap, causing the two guys with flowered arms to laugh knowingly.

It's a speakeasy. Green, who was an employee of a large company, smelled the familiar smell of the old place, untied the tie that was clenched around his neck, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Hey, you're late." Walking forward, Green subconsciously looked at the bartender pouring wine on the bar, looking lazy, but the Latina bearded forehead still had a bruise that had been concealed, newly added. He looked at it, and he could almost tell the size of the bartender's fist.

"Thank you." Taking the other party's poured glass of wine, the clerk nodded, chattering to the Latino man in front of him about his boss's harshness. The two of them had fought with each other, but that didn't make them good friends.

On the table under the incandescent lamp on the side, two personable but bruised-faced guys were happily playing a game called billiards, which was invented by the owner here. And those two guys Green have only met a few times, and they don't know each other very well, they should be new, and I heard that they are bankrupt dealers on Ritzbourne Street.

Shaking his head, he casually threw his suit and tie in his old position, and Green walked towards the bar with his glass, preferring to sit with his friends after a fight and play a game of Monopoly chess invented by the boss to pass the time. At least the neighborhoods on the chessboard that seem to be able to be bought and sold are more or less familiar to me.

Walking inside, many white or yellow people who came out of it nodded at him, looking at the look on their faces, Green looked forward to the scene inside.

"Hey, who's it today?" Pulling a who snatched a glass from his hand, the big company employee asked. I thought in my heart that if it was Jace or Wang, I might be able to challenge it, and if it was Chelman, then forget it.

"Wow, it's the boss." As if he had touched the place where the black man was bruised, the guy said after taking a breath of cold air. He was sore now, but he had to go to work. Because the bartender had already called him and asked him to carry another case of wine.

“sh-it！ You said it earlier. "I'm afraid I'll miss the last fight. Green didn't even bother with his glass of wine, and continued to walk forward, walking briskly to the end of this hallway, and banging on the quiet iron door with a special code. The "buzz" door opened.

Unlike the silence of this bar, the large warehouse behind the thick iron door is particularly noisy. Many men with cups or empty hands are looking excitedly at this unique fighting match in the center of the warehouse.

One beats five, and adrenal hormones rise here. Green rolled up his sleeves and squeezed forward, joining the cheering crowd when he saw the familiar yellow-skinned face on the stage.

On the arena surrounded by a crowd, Zhou Wu looked at the offensive methods of several of his opponents with a serious face, dodging or receiving moves little by little. Although it was inevitable that there would be mistakes, they were also disguised by his painless expression.

Dealing with these five opponents, he looked for flaws in each other, but it was obvious that the five guys who had a lot of experience in brawls were definitely not that easy to deal with.

Seeing an opportunity, after turning sideways to dodge a punch from one of the guys, Zhou Wu's fist hit the man's abdomen neatly, and the other punches or kicks inevitably fell on him, and he also dealt with the next person as if he was not aware of it at all.

The man who had been punched fell to the ground in pain, was pulled away by a crowd of onlookers next to him, and was declared out. The atmosphere around was also heated up after the fall of the first person. Quite a few people began to shout the name of the man who hit five or cheer for several others.

"Week! Week! Week! ”

"King, get him down!"

"Cherman, you have to cooperate, cooperate!"

“……”

The shouts came and went. After another guy got to the ground, a yellow-skinned guy who still had combat power on the side announced that he had conceded defeat and stood aside. The other two have apparently lost interest in fighting any further.

This group of adrenaline-rushing guys were obviously not very satisfied with this unappetizing game, Zhou Wu stood in place, his skin was now blue and purple and red. He stretched out his hand and motioned, temporarily suppressing this group of "violent maniacs" who were eager to try. It can be seen from their respective clothes that their identities are actually strange. There are employees of large corporations, bankrupt businessmen, waiters in cafes or restaurants, security guards, unemployed persons, social people. But now they have forgotten each other's identities and are mixed together. Just because this place can give vent to their most primitive desires besides sex.

"Okay, be quiet a bit." Zhou Wu's eyes looked around, making those who were still making noises instantly quiet. The storeroom was eerily silent. People began to wait, waiting for the organizer of the event to announce the rules of the event so that they could make a big splash.

"First, there can be no mention of fight clubs,

Second, there is still no mention of fight clubs,

Third, as long as someone shouts to stop, the limbs are injured, and they are about to die of exhaustion, the fight will stop

Fourth, only 2 people can play at a time, except for mutants, but not more than 6

Article 5: No use of special abilities,

Sixth, one at a time,

Seventh, take off your shirt and shoes and hit

Eighth, there is no time limit for fighting

The ninth, the last, and most important one, must be fought for the first time in the Fight Club. ”

I looked around again, after making sure the guys were clear. "Now, then, let's get started."

At night, there was a deafening cheer in the brightly lit speakeasy storeroom, where the men who had looked like people had taken off their disguises.

Zhou Wu watched a few more scenes, and after feeling bored, he calmly walked out along the iron door.