When he opened his eyes, the first rays of light from the new world pierced deep into the retina in a very unfriendly manner.

Blinking his eyes, letting the dampness clear, a fat man with teeth and claws shouting something in front of him, the small room was filled with deafening wild music, all kinds of drumming beats and wildly played guitar notes were stewed into a pot of porridge, and it was hard to tell what the other party was shouting.

"How did you bare-ass pig get in? Damn, this is my territory, get out of here or I'll give you a taste of how hard my fists are. "The fat man is five big and three thick, the elastic vest is full of knotted muscles, the noisy noise in the room can't suppress his roar, his ugly face is hideously twisted, his mouth is frothing, and the stench from his mouth can literally smoke people to death.

"e11, it's a deep question, and I want to know who I am, what I'm going to be here, and most importantly, why I'm hanging out with a fat stinking guy, which is terrible." He said nonchalantly as he tilted his head back slightly, avoiding the large mouth that spewed a highly toxic substance.

Stinking? Fat guys? Even an illiterate fool would not take such an obviously derogatory adjective as a compliment, and the fat man immediately became angry, spat out, and rushed forward with a fist.

Turning sideways slightly, he dodged a blow to the chest, his calm response surprised himself, as if he had practiced countless times, the moment the fist came to his body, the body preceded consciousness, and he naturally made a choice.

Move, side flash.

The fat man's eyes widened, if this pair of menacing fists fell on ordinary people, he couldn't say that he would make the other party vomit a few mouthfuls of old blood and break a few ribs, but he didn't expect it to be completely useless now, not only did he not hit the opponent, but he lost his balance because the target missed.

And then...... There was no more, a hand fell on his neck, and the ferocious fat man rolled his eyes and fell down very unwillingly.

"Will, it's time for you to play, hurry up and get ready." The door was slammed hard from the outside, and there was a series of urgings.

He looked down at his feet and shrugged apologetically, "I'm afraid Will won't be able to play, what a poor boy." ”

The fat man lay crookedly on the ground, his body twitching slightly, and he looked temporarily unconscious.

Other people's affairs give them a headache, the top priority is to find a wrapping thing, he can't tell what kind of demon he is, he actually appeared in a man's room clean and slippery, isn't this to be spread out Isn't it ridiculous and generous, dignified......

When I got to this point, I felt like I had suddenly walked into a dead end and got stuck. He tilted his head and pondered, but he couldn't think of anything.

What's in it?

The answer was vaguely not far away, but there was an abyss in the middle, and some unknown force separated the two ends, and the recollection came to an abrupt end here, and there was no clue.

"It looks like I'm in a bad situation." He said this, without thinking much about it, and walked over to the fat man, and there was a cabinet in the corner, and maybe there would be something he wanted in it.

The troublesome philosophical question ----of who you are, where you come from, and where you are going should be left to Aristotle to solve, and it is more practical to find a dress for the time being.

But once again, he was disappointed, and the cupboard was a clutter of used sleeves, black and thick cigars, a delightful collection of bad magazines and snacks of all kinds, and a few suspicious little fabrics that had been pulled from the woman, except for the clean clothes he wanted.

Not even a clean newspaper.

"Am I going to find a bag of potato chips to cover my body, or to take the cabinet open and put it around my waist?" The idea was creative, but he didn't plan to implement it.

That's just stupid.

There was another knock on the door, or instead of "knocking", the word "banging" would be more appropriate.

"Will, Will, what are you doing, the guest has already placed a bet, and if it doesn't come out, we will lose a lot of money!" Someone outside shouted angrily, and the door shook violently in the midst of the vigorous banging.

Money?

He raised an eyebrow.

That's a magic weapon that can be used to solve the problem of clothes quickly.

He turned around, and the fat man, who had just fainted, also woke up, cursing with a dry mouth, and was about to stand up, when darkness fell on him again.

"I'm such a warm-hearted person, someone offended me, and I was kind enough to send him to rest." He withdrew his arm, walked to the door in a mumbling to himself, opened the door, and went out.

A hot wind rushed in his face, and the noise was louder than the rock music in the room, and a lean white man outside was stunned when he saw the door open and a strange man without clothes came out.

"Who are you, Will?" He obviously misunderstood something, and hurriedly walked around to the side. "Will, what are you doing? Oh my God, Will! ”

"Will is sleeping, baby, and now I'm Will." He chuckled lowly.

There are crowds outside, and it can be seen that this is a bar, and it is also a black boxing business, and the profit should be good, and there are red men and green women cheering and jumping everywhere, and the atmosphere is quite warm. Since people's eyes were mainly focused on the iron cage in the center of the venue, he just blended in with the crowd and didn't make any trouble.

A few crisp bells rang, and a man with a bloody face was dragged out of the cage by two strong men.

Another loser was born.

The gamblers who made the wrong bet complained and threw down the pieces of paper in their hands, which meant that the money was far away from them.

A middle-aged fat commentator stood in the cage and sighed, and said loudly: "Everyone, I haven't seen this kind of thing for many years, and you are willing to let this person win the money?" ”

With a wave of his hand, the winner in the cage was immediately reduced to the finger of Wanfu, and the audience shouted.

"No!"

The crowd was surging, and even simple-minded guys excitedly unbuttoned their clothes and volunteered to try their skills.

The man in the cage ignored everyone's feelings, and he was leisurely smoking a cigarette and drinking a little wine in the corner of the iron cage, completely ignoring it.

Seeing that the love was almost fermented, the narrator said in a timely manner: "Ladies and gentlemen, our savior is on the scene, ---- Will, a murderer from Texas!" ”

The crowd immediately shouted.

"Will, Will!" They called the fat man's name in unison, as if the one who came was really the savior.

He knew his time to play, so he trotted all the way through the crowd with his hands raised.

And then people were scared by him.

"Is this Will?" People were skeptical.

"You're good-looking, man." Someone burst out laughing.

"My room is in room B11 on the second floor, and the door will be left for you at night---- if you don't die in a while." It must be a Bichi who said this, but he actually nodded to the other party.

"Smack", someone slapped him on the buttocks, and it was an old woman who couldn't close her mouth with joy...... Well, don't bother with her.

"It's really irresistible, and it's not my fault to appear on such a high-profile occasion." With narcissistic delusions, he walked into the iron cage.

"Who are you, call Will!" Someone who knew the fat man shouted at him.

"I'm Will." He was unconvinced, but no one believed him.

It's no wonder that a strong horizontal character like a Texas murderer can't fit on his body at first glance, and some people may still believe that he is a male model on the catwalk.

But they didn't have a choice, and after Fat Will's partner, the lean white man, ran over and whispered, the dealer began to accept bets again.

The narrator leaned over: "Boy, I know Will is a six-foot-tall and two-hundred-pound man, are you sure you're going to fight the monster on the other side in his place?" ”

"Good intentions, it's me today." Thanks to this person's kind reminder, he has his own plans.

Although the other party did not accept the advice, the narrator patiently reminded: "Don't hit him, lest he get angry." ”

"What's your name?" The person sitting in the village squeezed over and asked.

"Good question", but no answer.

He twisted his chin in thought, and stumbled upon a line of black characters on the inside of his arm.

Maybe it's been a long time, and the characters are a little blurred, like some kind of number, but when he sees them, an inexplicable emotion suddenly ripples in his heart.

"Eric," he snapped. "My name is Eric."

"Okay, Erik from hell, the naked man against our invincible boxing champion ---- Wolverine!" The narrator shouted in a long voice.

The bell rang again, another round began, and the audience was looking forward to a new round of flesh-and-blood scenes.

The boxing champion on the opposite side, Jin Steel Wolf, finally put down his wine glass and turned around, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Eric's appearance with this person's calmness.

"If I were you, I'd get off the stage right away and find a cloth to wrap myself in." The golden wolf pointed to his waist and said.

"Why, I made you feel inferior?" Eric spread his hands and smiled, not ashamed at all.

There is a saying that words are not speculated for more than half a sentence, and this is the proof at this moment.

The golden wolf's bearded face twitched, his eyes flashed fiercely, and his fists clenched tightly.

Combat is just around the corner.

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