Asgard City, Gray Mist Zone 3.

Yan Jing followed the memories given by the torch in his mind and went to the location of the martial arts hall.

He needed a place to settle down to sort out all kinds of scattered clues and prepare for the next action.

Walking through the chaotic stall bazaar, made of only plastic tarpaulins and wooden strips, Yan Jing's gaze once again looked at the fog that had accumulated overhead, like a giant lake hanging in the air, making the already gloomy underground city even more depressing.

At some point, it will fall and completely destroy everything underneath.

Mixed in with the crowd, walked along the winding and cramped streets for about three to five hundred meters.

Through the rain curtain, Yan Jing could already see the general outline of his martial arts hall.

It is said that it is a martial arts hall, but in fact it is just a renovated two-story dilapidated house, because it was arrested and put in prison for fighting and brawling shortly after it opened, and it didn't even recruit an apprentice.

After walking a little further, his steps suddenly stopped.

Yan Jing found that the lights were actually on in the martial arts hall, and there were many strange-looking motorcycles parked at the door, and the door was even more half-open, and the light and shadow falling between the gaps flickered endlessly, coupled with the restless music, it was enough to prove that there were many people inside.

His brows tightened, Yan Jing let out a light breath, and the palm holding the handle of the umbrella tightened.

Just as he was about to step forward to check, a deep voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Hey, brother, looking at your outfit, you should have had a good time lately, right?"

The man who spoke was a man in a purple suit with a feather brooch pinned to his chest, who was dressed very fancy, but his face was covered with bruise scars, and his trouser legs and sleeves were visibly stained, and he looked like he had just fallen.....

To be precise, I should have just been beaten.

His state looked quite embarrassed, but he still forced a smile in front of Yan Jing and said,

"I have a lot of contact information for private operating rooms here, whether it's limbs or face, or even extra limbs such as tails can help you get it, and the two of us can meet here, it's also fate, I'll give you a seven-percent discount, and the introduction fee is only this amount, how about it?"

The man stretched out three fingers and shook them non-stop, but Yan Jing didn't mean anything, just held the umbrella and continued to walk towards the martial arts hall.

"Wait, don't be in a hurry to leave, I'll suffer a loss, two thousand."

"One thousand, that's my bottom line."

"Eight hundred, eight hundred is not enough, I am also a breadwinner, can you ......"

The man staggered to keep up with Yan Jing, his mouth was sharp, and from time to time he pulled the sore part of the wound, making his whole face a little distorted, and he couldn't take care of the umbrella in his hand, and most of his face was covered with rain.

Seeing that Yan Jing was still indifferent and walked forward, the man finally sighed helplessly, gave up with his eyebrows drooping, and suddenly noticed that the latter went straight to the martial arts hall, paused, and still opened his mouth to remind,

"I advise you not to go there, it's not a martial arts hall, it's the latest gathering point of the Mud Gang, it's full of hooligans and bastards, I ..... I've just come out of it, and you should know what to expect when you look at me. ”

It wasn't until he kindly reminded him that Yan Jing glanced back at him, stopped and turned his head to ask,

"You haven't undergone any transformation on your body, and you dare to come out as an intermediary?"

"The lowest level of reconstructive surgery also starts at 30,000, and you should have been lucky enough to be my first order on the road of intermediary."

The man spread his hands, and he was much more frank when he gave up the pitch, thinking about laughing, but he pulled the wound again, and his whole face was wrinkled.

"You are an intermediary, and you say that you know a lot of private operating rooms, and you seem to know a lot about the situation in the gray fog area?"

Yan Jing stood under the eaves at the entrance of the martial arts hall and asked as he put away his umbrella.

"I used to work as a real estate agent in this neighborhood, and at least I know the situation in the third district...... Brother, what are you doing, I didn't scare you just now, while the people inside haven't found you yet, hurry up! ”

Seeing Yan Jing standing at the door of the martial arts hall and not leaving, the man reminded a little anxiously.

"The young man who opened this martial arts gym, do you know the recent situation?"

Yan Jing stared at the man, he wanted to confirm whether the other party was really well-informed.

"A week ago, when the owner of this martial arts hall opened, he had a conflict with the people of the Mud Gang because of the protection fee, and I heard that he wanted to subdue them with his fists, and by the way, he made a name for himself, I can only say that he has a good idea, but unfortunately he found the wrong object, and the Mud Gang has the support of the blood purifiers in the police station, and he threw people into prison for a random reason, and now it is estimated that he has been 'committed suicide'."

In order to prove his ability, the man spoke very quickly, and his voice fell, and his face changed suddenly.

Xu is voice outside the door came in, and a face with a beast face painted in oil paint leaned out of the door of the martial arts hall, and when he saw Yan Jing and the man in front of the door, he was stunned for two seconds, and then he was about to curse.

However, before his mouth could open, Yan Jing's hand had already covered it, pinching his temples and even the sides of his cheeks, pulling him out of the door.

"What's your name?"

With his fingers strengthened, Yan Jing frowned and looked at the guy in front of him who was not human, demon or not, and asked without looking back.

"Well, my name is Soman, and you're ......"

"Wait here for two minutes, I'll ask you later."

Pressing the head in his hand and entering the martial arts hall, Yan Jing turned to look at Soman, raised his hand to signal him to wait, and then slowly closed the door of the martial arts hall.

Standing outside the door, Soman, who had been drenched in the rain, listened to the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from the house and the wails of thought one after another, and froze in place for a few seconds, then turned around and ran.

Ten seconds later, Soman ran back and wandered in front of the goal.

He knew that there should be more than a dozen members of the Mud Gang in this martial arts hall at this time, and several of the leaders were notoriously ruthless in this neighborhood, but the empty pockets made him dare not miss this hard-won opportunity.

Just as Soman was so anxious that he began to gnaw his fingers, the door of the martial arts hall opened.

Yan Jing stood facing the door, his right hand wiping the blood stains from his cheeks.

There was no change except for the loosening of the button at the collar of the suit shirt.

"Come in, just have some supper and drinks, and talk while eating."

Yan Jing waved his hand and motioned for Soman to enter the door, and the latter also saw the scene behind him at this time.

The flickering colored lights and the stereo full of symbols were all turned off, and seven or eight young men and women in strange costumes were cleaning the martial arts hall in an embarrassed manner.

Another person was walking back and forth through the crowd, and each person who passed by would find some coins or other valuable items from them, and finally hand them all over to the table inside the martial arts hall.

Yan Jing was already seated at the wooden table in the center of the martial arts hall, and there were three people with crooked hands and feet at his feet, and they could only lie on the ground and twitch, and Soman recognized them as the small leaders of the Muddy Gang.

"Are there any people in your gang?"

Grabbing the pork knuckle on the table and biting it, Yan Jing raised his foot and stepped on the wound on the shoulder of a strong man in front of him and asked.

"Yes! You're either going to kill me right here, or you're going to wait until I get back...... I remember your face! ”

"Very good, I'm going to let you go, how many people can you call?"

"A hundred!"

"Twenty, are there any?"

"Yes!"

"I'm waiting for you to call someone over, hey, who's that, drag people away, I'll call you for half an hour, don't come for half an hour, one in this martial arts hall counts as one, wait for them to collect their bodies."

Signaling the people next to him to come over and carry away the leader lying on the ground, Yan Jing poured a sip of wine on his neck, and sprayed it on the ground with a twist of his head, the taste was not good, like a carbonated drink mixed with water.

As soon as the words fell, the leader was carried out, and when he went out of the door, he began to curse loudly, and stared at Soman, who was already pale, whose legs trembled, and finally entered the house with a bitter face.

"I'm such a fool, unlucky, I knew there was such a bullshit thing, I should have just run away...... Are you crazy, the Mud Gang has guns, they can't beat the Blood Purifiers, it's easy to kill you! ”

Sitting next to Yan Jing, Soman began to eat the things on the table as if venting, and his mouth kept muttering,

"Now you're done, I'm seen by him, I was introducing myself in front of him not long ago, and I can't run away, why are you doing this, even if you want to die, what are you doing by dragging me into the water?"

"I want to participate in the war game, if I want to get an invitation, I must be a famous person in each city, and the most important thing is that the latest war game will start in two days, I don't have much time, if I want to be famous, I can only rely on my fists."

Yan Jing raised his hand and clenched his fist, his forearm muscles were as strong as a steel cable, and then he showed the mobile phone screen to Soman, which was the information of the war game, raised his hand and clicked it, and a holographic projection suddenly appeared above the screen, and began to play the rules of the war game.

The so-called "war games" are large-scale festivals that have been almost celebratory in Asgard Castle for decades.

Of course, the "celebrations" here do not belong to the people of the Grey Mist.

Its rules are somewhat similar to one of Yan Jing's more famous games in his previous life - Battle Royale!

It is organized by the high-level government of Asgard City, that is, the real demon clan, and the main participants are the five major districts of the bottom gray fog area, which is held every six months, and each city district will send its own team to compete for various resources and channels to rise.

That's right!

The demons will not participate, they will be the spectators and leaders, and they will bring the 50 million humans and 2 million demons in Asgard Castle to watch this feast of slaughter...... Fighting between people.

What the participants have to do is to prove that they have abandoned their human identity, wash the "dirty" blood belonging to humans in their bodies, and start to move closer to the noble demons, so as to buy themselves a chance to climb up and no longer be trapped in the gray fog area for generations.

Yan Jing's purpose in participating in this game is not just for optional missions.

What he really cares about is that high-value targets will be dropped in the course of the war game, acting as an existence similar to airdropping supplies, and killing high-value targets can accumulate a lot of points.

This high-value target was all demons in previous years, and it was Yan Jing's first main quest, the key to investigating the truth of the demon curse!

Killing two birds with one stone, Yan Jing didn't want to miss it.

It's just that in Soman's eyes, this kind of behavior is simply looking for death.

"Don't you know, it's a game of death, although every time the major urban areas will send people to participate desperately, but each time the mortality rate exceeds 80 percent, except for the final winner, the rest are either dead or maimed.

As if hearing something incredible, Soman stood up abruptly, looked at the footage of the holographic projection and said,

"Not to mention that you're just a human being, you haven't even done the most basic body transformation, even if you're willing to spend money now, it's impossible to complete the human body transformation in combat in two days."

Soman thought that Yan Jing had left him to inquire about the transformation of the human body, and although he wanted to take over the business, he chose to persuade the latter to give up this unrealistic idea after a short period of thought.

"I'm keeping you here to figure out the process of participating, I noticed that War Games can be participated in in the name of the city, I'm not familiar with the situation here, someone needs to take me to the people or organizations around here who are in charge of the war games participating teams, and at the same time answer some questions about Asgard City for me."

In the face of Soman's questioning, Yan Jing just pushed the pile of banknotes that had just been collected on the table in front of him, and said in a deep voice,

"You can refuse, it's okay to leave now, I promise the Sludge Gang won't trouble you."

As the words fell, Soman had already scooped up all the money on the table and stuffed it in his pocket.

"It's okay to just lead the way, wherever you want to go, as long as it's in this gray fog area, I'm on call...... I know a few private operating rooms that have some level of combat transformation, and if you're interested, I'll contact them. ”

Soman didn't care if Yan Jing was full of food and planned to die, he had earned this extra money!

"I want to know the general situation of Asgard City, why did it become the way it is, and what happened in the past?"

Still ignoring Soman's proposal, Yan Jing threw out his own question, there was no answer he wanted on the Internet, and the demons had apparently revised the city's historical documents to hide the truth of the past.

"I don't know...... When I was very young, the Saints already existed, and they lived at the top of Asgard City, which is called the Heavenly Court, and legend has it that it was full of fruit trees, clear springs, and sweet milk...... The Lord and his heavenly generals reign over all living beings in the city, and beyond the city is the real hell......"

At Yan Jing's request, Soman intermittently described the legends of Asgard City that he knew, most of which were preaching the greatness and holiness of the demons.

It's just that Yan Jing noticed that Soman didn't have the slightest longing on his face when he talked about these rumors, but was full of resentment and pathos.

The two of them just asked and answered, Soman was undoubtedly a talker, and many times he was able to continue to expand from Yan Jing's questions, and the latter did not interrupt silently, just listened silently.

It didn't take long for a fairy palace city in the eyes of a human being to gradually appear in Yan Jing's mind.

There is no doubt that Asgard Castle does not belong to humans.

At least for now, this city is just a "heavenly court" for demons, and for humans, it is a complete "underworld"!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire outside the martial arts hall interrupted the conversation between the two, and Soman, who woke up, remembered that Yan Jing had taken the initiative to let people go back to move the rescuers, and he got up and wanted to run in a hurry.

It turned out that the man next to him, who had not spoken much, put down the orange cat in his arms that he didn't know where it came from, took off his blazer, and the hideous tattoo under the shirt was clearly visible.

"I don't advise you to go out, it's still too late to escape, you may not know, the Sludge Gang has something to do with the police station......"

"I'm going to play war games, and that's the fastest way to get famous."

Yan Jing once again emphasized his goal, paused, recalled the situation in Asgard City that Soman had just described, and added,

"I want to take this opportunity to find out if those guys who live in the heavenly court are really that great, participating in the war game is only the first step, if I can't even handle those people outside, I won't be able to achieve the goal of this trip."

"What is your goal?"

Soman swallowed and couldn't help but ask.

"You'll find out then."

Leaving the lights in the martial arts hall, Yan Jing walked towards the members of the Muddy Gang who had gathered outside the house.

The leader was a burly man with a rhinoceros head, holding a shotgun in his hand, and roaring incessantly.

"The people inside get out of here immediately, or when we go in, I will make you understand that cruelty is ......"

Before the words fell, the rhinoceros man saw a figure rushing out of the martial arts hall.

The neon lights of the streets flickered, illuminating the terrifying figure of the Sludge Gang slaughtered in the darkness of the storm.

Everyone you met along the way either flew up with crooked hands and feet or simply overturned to the ground, and the man's weapon was nothing more than fists and feet!

The rhinoceros people regretted it.

Suddenly, he remembered the message he had received on the way here.

There was a man who overturned the underground gladiatorial arena in the Yedu District and killed all the gladiators in charge of their house, and that man only relied on his fists and kicks.

It is said that his identity seems to be that of a martial artist.

The rhinoceros man's gaze rose uncontrollably, and finally stopped at the signboard with a string of small red lights hanging in front of the martial arts hall.

They seem to be in the wrong place tonight.

It's no longer a playground for the Sludge Gang, but a ghost gate for them!

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