The boxing ring is three meters square.

The two of them took two steps forward, almost face to face.

The Overlord's forehead was bruised, and his heavy breath almost spurted onto Grandin's body.

Seeing the lively crowd has surrounded the place, saying that it is a boxing ring, but in fact it is more like a cage. Not only are the beasts fighting in the cage, but also the beasts that are roaring and howling around.

What this small world has is an overwhelming beast nature.

Someone accidentally dropped the bottle on the ground, and the ballast scattered in all directions.

It's like a signal.

'Overlord' puts on a boxing move and takes the lead!

For the first second, Grandin felt a tingle in his face. , so he tilted his head slightly, and slid his foot to the left, dodging a ferocious jab that came straight to his face.

The second after, he hunched over and landed a left hook that landed heavily on 'The Overlord's' unprotected ribs. The muffled sound of flesh and bone colliding even drowned out the enthusiastic cheers around them.

After the Overlord's defense was broken, Grandin's curled body suddenly straightened, and he landed a right hook that found his opponent's jaw with great comfort.

"Phew!"

Overlord's head tilted back involuntarily, the flesh of his cheeks shook violently, his eyes rolled up, and his feet slightly off the ground.

The third second.

"Bang!"

'Overlord' fell straight to the ground.

The drinkers surrounding the ring were like a collective choke by the throat. No one dared to make a sound, and the tavern was so quiet that you could hear a pin dropping.

Grandin shook the hem of his shirt.

He turned to Hunter, who was still holding a handful of bills in his hand, his mouth was wide open, and his Adam's apple was sliding up and down:

"Need a countdown?"

This sentence was like a switch, and like a little tinder, everyone in the tavern was lit by him:

"King of Fighters!"

"Grandin!"

"King of Fighters! Champ! ”

"King! King! King! ”

......

The sweat from Milton Milles' face kept slipping, some even dripping onto his black-rimmed glasses, but he didn't have time to wipe it. For he was now tugging at the reins with both hands, and drove the carriage quickly towards the tavern of Guns and Ranzi.

He is a native of Enmat. However, because he has been thin since he was a child, he was often bullied by other children when he was a child and had no friends. And when he grew up, he chose a profession that was incompatible with his surroundings - mortuary.

When he put on the black robe, Milton, who was already inactive, looked even more gloomy. His neighbors all thought he was a freak, and no one wanted to touch him.

"But at least I've been doing a great job! Until just now! ”

Thinking of this, Milton was so anxious that he threw his horsewhip into the air with a series of 'snaps'. However, he was reluctant to whip the horse directly, because he was distressed.

There were only two horses left in the whole team that could pull the cart.

"Goddess, those irascible punishers are unreasonable! If I hadn't had the task of picking up people, I would have ...... on the spot."

Milton remembered the majestic stature and muscles of the substitutes. So when it came to his lips, he couldn't say any more cruel words.

He could only flick the whip again, trying to use his superb driving skills to make up for the delay of those who were being punished.

When he reached the wagon parking near the Tavern Guns & Ronzi, the bell on the White Tower in the distance rang for a long time.

"Alas, they're all an hour late...... Cylie, the carriage is yours! ”

Milton shouted at the carriage.

"Okay."

An ethereal answer came from the carriage.

Milton grabbed his hat at the answer, jumped out of the carriage and walked briskly towards the tavern.

He walked faster and faster, as the restless atmosphere around him made him a little uneasy. Milton trusts his instincts, which have helped him many times.

Something must be going on here!

"O goddess! What's going on here? ”

At the door of the tavern, there were more than a dozen people lying down, some horizontally, some vertically. Some could still snort twice, and many more looked like they had passed out.

"Bang!"

The tavern door was slammed open, and another person was thrown out. He rolled limply twice on the ground before coming to a halt at Milton's feet.

Milton flinched back on his toes in fright, and he recognized the man lying on the ground. This guy is called 'Bloody Hand Monchi', and he is a well-known thug in a nearby gang who is ruthless and loves to fight.

This looks like a tavern brawl.

Why haven't the police come yet? Oh no, Lady Lorota let me pick people up at the tavern. That gentleman won't get caught up in the brawl, will he? Hope people are okay.

He swallowed, gritted his teeth, carefully walked around the 'corpses' in one place, pushed open the door and walked into the tavern.

But there was nothing in the tavern that he had imagined the demons to be dancing around.

The drunkards drank there very dutifully, and there was not even a single shirtless person to be seen in the huge tavern, and they could be called Sven.

Because there were not enough chairs in the tavern, most of them were standing.

When Milton opened the door, all the drinkers looked at him. After realizing that it was only a thin bamboo pole that came in, they turned back regretfully and continued to drink and chat. Some also glanced eagerly at the door from time to time.

"Monchi is so miserable, tsk, and blame him for his own mouth. That punch is like a piledriver, I'm afraid the bones are broken, right? ”

"Is there anyone else going to take on the challenge?"

"I don't know, I don't think old Duke should be able to swallow this breath......"

Milton listened to the talk and struggled to squeeze towards the bar.

He was looking for the gentleman.

As a local, he knew most of the drunkards in the tavern, so he just had to look for them among the fresh faces.

He could see the man in the middle of the bar almost at a glance.

The man sat there with his hands crossed over his chest and stilted on his feet, his elegant tuxedo draped over him as a cloak.

Next to him stood a strong man with a wine bottle. As soon as someone approaches the bar, the strong man will stare at the visitor with fierce eyes, like the most vigilant bodyguard.

Milton remembers him as 'Overlord' Bourqueso.

He slowly moved towards the bar, and under Bourkeso's forced gaze, he tentatively spoke:

"Mr. Grandin Ode? I'm here to pick up the station, sorry I'm late. ”

The man turned around, and the rebellious and piercing gaze pierced Milton's eyes.

But maybe it was just an illusion, because when he looked over again, there was nothing but calm and gentleness in the man's eyes.

"It's me, please wait. I still have something to talk to my boss about. ”

His voice made people want to obey, so Milton stood next to him with Overlord. He didn't dare sit on the empty chairs around.

He knew the rules.

At the bar, the conversation between Grandin and Old Fury continues.

"Old Fury, you said you had a job for me?"

"Yes, that's right. It's been a long time since I've seen such a guy who can drink and fight, you can really fight. Old Fury grinned and threw the empty bottle of 'Lie Langzi' into the trash.

Grandin had just finished his glass when Overlord took the lead and filled his glass with Ranzi.

"Is this a commission? How do you know I'll take it? ”

"Otherwise, boy. Did you come to Enmatt to see the sights? ”

Old Fury and Grandin clinked glasses:

"The first time you got in the ring, I saw your revolver on your belt. Which serious company employee would bring a gun to work. ”

"Then you hid it, and the discreet style is different from that of the strip and the outlaw. You must be a detective, or ......"

Old Fury lowered his voice and leaned into Grandin's ear, "Or maybe a bounty hunter." ”

"Hiccup."

He burped and leaned back in his chair, "It doesn't matter if you're a detective or a hunter, you'll take the commission." ”

"Old Fury, you're more of a detective than I am."

Grandin picked up the bread and sniffed it, then took another sip of wine, acknowledging old Fury's speculation.

"But I need to hear about your commission and the reward first."

"It's not complicated." Old Fury rubbed his hands together and looked left and right. After making sure that no one around him dared to eavesdrop, he pressed his arm against the table, leaned forward and said, "While drinking with others, I accidentally lost a purchase order, and it was obtained by my opponent." ”

Grandin, who had just been in contact with a similar case in Beckland, replied:

"You're selling fakes? So instead of Enmat, I'm drinking stout or some other inferior drink? ”

"What is the quality of my drink, can't you still drink it?"

Old Fury glared at Grandin angrily before he continued:

"I'm just adding one more thing to it when I make it. You know, it's the kind of 'snake vine fruit' that makes beer more delicious. ”

"It's a tradition to add this kind of stuff when brewing Enmat!"

Old Fury emphasized.

Grandin certainly knows this, it can make the wine richer in taste, but it is easy to get overexcited when you drink too much.

Although as long as you are drunk, anyone can go crazy. But after drinking the wine made from 'snake vine fruit', this probability will be a little greater. Therefore, the kingdom of Rune has completely banned the addition of this fruit in winemaking.

"I'm not afraid that these drunkards will know, they just want to take this bite." Old Fury muttered, "My main concern is the slivers......"

"Why hasn't your opponent reported you to the National Police Agency since he found evidence?" Grandin asked.

"Heh, because I also 'picked up' his dock bill of lading, and he's the one who sells fakes!" Old Fury snorted coldly several times.

Both of them have each other's handles, so they don't dare to make the first move?

Grandin didn't expect such a wonderful story to happen in a small tavern.

"Who's Grandin! I'm going to break his legs! ”

With the shouting from the door, the entire tavern shook violently:

"Here's another one!"

"Guess how many seconds it will take this time!"

Grandin frowned, his fists a little tired.

"Boss, leave it to me."

'Overlord' Bourkeso took a step forward with a look of surprise and said.

Grandin nodded in agreement.

Bourkeso put the bottle down and walked towards the ring with his muscular knotted neck:

"Want to challenge my boss? Well! Asked me no! ”

"Oh! Overlord! ”

"Overlord! Overlord! ”

The appearance of familiar faces made the atmosphere of the tavern even more enthusiastic.

Old Fury waved his hand, as if to fan away the fiery atmosphere:

"As long as you help me get that thing back, the first drink you consume at my place every day will be free!"

After he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he seemed to be a little distressed.

In addition to communicating with fists. Helping the locals with errands and tasks also seems to be a good way to 'gain prestige'. As for drinking the wine brewed from 'snake vine fruit', it is easy to cause fights...... Is this still lacking in the city of Enmat?

Grandin thought about it for a while and decided to agree:

"I took this commission, please elaborate."

"Good boy, I knew you would say yes."

Old Fury's bushy beard twitched:

"His name is Old Duke, and he has a tavern of Musket and Blazee across the street from me. Phew! Even the name is going to be copied from me. ”

In order to steal business, he also held a boxing championship tournament, and the winners of each day could drink for free. Hmph, that's my idea, too! ”

"But his chosen boxing champion has already been knocked down by you. You're better than the King of Fighters, so let's call you the King of Fighters. My game is called The King of Fighters! ”

Old Fury was pleased with his name, and he took another sip of Lanzi.

Grandin thought back to the fact that there was indeed a tavern on the street with a similar decoration to this one, and he had almost made a mistake:

"Can you provide more precise information? For example, he has several residences, a few bodyguards at home, and so on. ”

He decided to use sneak in to 'take' the bill out.

"Duke Sr. is not a local, he has only moved here in the last few years. Seems to live on the third floor of the tavern? Old Fury frowned and said everything he knew, "But he has a relationship with those merchants who engage in ocean trade, and he can always get drinks at an unusually low price, maybe he is very powerful in the Southern Continent?" ”

Old Fury is still too little to know, who will transport a few pennies and a glass of wine when it comes to ocean trade? Gold, jewelry, spices, and other things are highly profitable.

But Grandin did not correct this, and he listened quietly to Old Fury as he continued:

"He's also linked to some gangs, and you can tell. It's hard for outsiders to fit in, and the gangsters alone can pick you off, but he doesn't get caught up in that regard. ”

There was another wave of cheers in the tavern.

Bourkeso returned with heavy steps, the smell of blood washing away the smell of wine.

"It's not an easy job. ”

Grandin said, rubbing his glass.

"That's why I gave it to you, I don't know if you have enough power, but force is definitely enough. I'd love to get that bill back, but I'm not going to push people into the fire pit. ”

Old Fury lit the extinguished cigar again and took a beautiful puff:

"Actually, I have some gold in my possession."

"I'll complete this commission as soon as possible."

Grandin comes here for a drink when he decides he's okay.

"Respect, wonderful fate."

"Respect, let me ruin the fate of my fortune."

The two clinked glasses again.

"By the way, since I'm the 'King of Fighters' today, then my drinks should be free."

"Alas, yes."