The world without sunlight is always wet, and the sea breeze blows along the cracks of the city, and sarin can smell the fishy stench coming from the direction of the sea.

For various reasons, he once believed that the sea was the gastric juice of this world, and that the creatures on land were only struggling with the stomach mucosa of giant monsters so that they would not be swallowed by the sea.

And sooner or later, there will be a earth-shaking upheaval in the stomach, replenishing all the energy into the universe.

As he wandered the streets, Sarin looked around, but there didn't seem to be much to notice about him, except for the extremely hidden pinhole cameras on the streets, and the robots that greeted passers-by like humans.

These robots do not have the appearance of a human, and their mechanical bodies can be easily recognized, and this setting seems to be designed to ensure the full strength of humans.

According to the basic law of the free city-state that Sahrin has just seen, it is clearly written that AI robots do not have human rights, but they have the value of response, and no one other than the person to whom they belong may arbitrarily destroy or even insult AI robots for reasons other than those prescribed by law.

At present, the robots that appear in the field of vision of Sarin are all service or law enforcement robots.

These robots that belong to the bad city are about equal to the wealth of the city-state, so no one dares to do anything to these robots openly, even those crazy people who shout in the streets that sooner or later, robots will subvert humanity and become the master of the world.

SARIN DOESN'T HAVE ANY OPINION ON WHETHER AI ROBOTS WILL EVENTUALLY RULE THE WORLD, AND THE MOST HIGH-TECH PRODUCT HE HAS EVER COME INTO CONTACT WITH IS THE MISS SORO WHO CAN PROCESS VOICES AND RESPOND.

He didn't know as much about AI as the inhabitants of the Free City-States, so he didn't take those people's words to heart.

Time flies by with the sound of a loud and noisy hustle and bustle, and on the steel and mechanical Teutonic Street, the oily black ground echoes the sky and the earth.

Perhaps Coke was the best drink for this kind of picture, but Shalin suddenly smelled a smell of mutton soup wafting from the alley.

Sarin suddenly felt more saliva in his mouth, probably because he hadn't eaten land animals for too long.

He followed the taste to find the restaurant, the neon sign above the square text was a text he had never seen before, men and women dressed in mechanical punk style gathered around round tables, drinking pure white grain brewed wine, and in the middle of the round table was a copper pot the size of a basin.

The hot air floated above the copper pot, and the warm yellow light contrasted with the rain outside the glass window, like inside and outside the barrier.

"What kind of food is this?"

"Fire ...... Pot?"

Curious, Shalin pushed the door open and walked into the restaurant, the salivary glands of the parotid, submandibular and sublingual glands had never worked so hard as they did today.

He sat casually at a table with no one around, swallowing his saliva and quickly completing all his orders with the electronic menu placed on the table, when he heard the people at the next table discussing the Kickboxing Club in a loud voice.

Luck so good?

Find a casual restaurant to eat and meet the boxers of the Silly Fish Club?

Unbeknownst to Shalin, this small restaurant is very famous on Teutonic Street, and many people eat at it, but most people don't eat in the restaurant, except for those who don't have their own home.

Therefore, in a restaurant not far from the Silly Fish Club, you can meet the boxers of the Silly Fish Club.

He poured the food from the robot into the copper pot one by one, although there was a lot of unfamiliar food, but those pink cheese-like lumps covered with ravines could not come from people, so there was nothing that could not be eaten.

"Big Sardine, congratulations on another victory!"

"It's the sixth game in a row, and if you win three more games, you'll be in the Group S qualifiers!"

"Haha, by that time, our Silly Fish Club will have two S-level free fighters recognized by the Kickboxing League!"

"What's that, I'll give my eldest brother a cup first, and I wish my eldest brother to become a boxing champion as soon as possible!"

The fat man with a face full of meat squirted saliva and picked up his thumb wine glass, raised his head and drank the liquor in the glass, and let out a refreshing cry of "ah~" after drinking.

"Thank you, Fugu. ”

The man sitting in the middle of the group, with a shuttle-like brain, nodded and took a long sip of liquor.

But he didn't look as excited as the fat man, as if the hero who was celebrated today was not him at all.

"What's the matter, big sardine, you don't seem to be happy?"

The prickly puffer fish asked the man strangely with a belly full of fat.

"No, I'm happy. ”

The sardine replied to the puffer fish in a slightly gloomy voice, but the expression on his face clearly betrayed his true mood, and a short, red-haired woman with a nose ring sitting next to him took out a cigarette and lit it herself, and handed it to the sardine's mouth.

He grabbed the HTS brand traditional cigarette, took a hard puff, and smashed his mouth again.

"Eat, I'm fine, you guys eat quickly!"

"I'll pay for all the expenses tonight, so you're welcome. ”

The slightly awkward atmosphere at the dinner table was enlivened again, and other fish toasted the sardines, and the boiled lamb was fished out of the copper pot with tongs.

From the conversations of these people, Shalin learned that there seemed to be some factions in the Silly Fish Club, represented by the existing S-class fighters Tiger Fish as one faction, and several A-level fighters close to S-level strength were other factions.

These factions usually clash mainly over event arrangements and promotional resources, because these stronger fighters have a greater say in the club, and there is a situation of clinging to the situation.

And as their chat continued, Sarin also learned that the sardine is currently the closest fish to S-rank strength among the A-level fighters in the Silly Fish Club.

And the relationship between the sardines and the tiger fish is very poor, probably because the sardines will soon be promoted to an S-rank fighter, so it poses a threat to the unique status of the tiger fish in the Silly Fish Club.

The so-called S-level fighters are actually to participate in the free fighting league organized by the Inferior City Free Fighting League after becoming a group A boxer, and compete with fighters of the same level in other clubs.

Fighters with nine consecutive victories will qualify for the qualifiers, and if they lose any of these fights, their victories will be recounted.

But as long as you win nine consecutive A-class fights and then win the promotion bout, you can become a Freefighting League-certified S-class fighter.

Of course, there's also the most important piece of information, which is that Sarin has finally figured out what it means for Kickboxing Club to have an S-Rank fighter, and why Bang Bang Club is willing to offer the best terms to sign him.

That's the club league.

There is fierce competition between kickboxing clubs, because there are only so many spectators watching fighting in bad cities, and if those small-scale fight clubs are allowed to open at will, then they will inevitably divide a lot of spectators, and it is not easy to manage.

Therefore, the Kickboxing League has set some rules to restrict the less powerful clubs from taking profits.

The specific restrictions are still carried out through the competition of fighters of the same level.

Unlike the spectators who participate in the games, each time a kickboxing league is played, the participating fighters' contracted clubs must place bets on their own club's fighters in the games run by the kickboxing league.

Moreover, the amount of bets is determined by both parties, as long as one party is willing to throw a higher bet, the other party must show considerable sincerity.

Then the dilemma faced by Bang Bang Club lies in the arrangement of the Free Fight League.

Even if Bang Bang Club doesn't have S-class boxers, and the Free Fight League doesn't give Bang Bang Club byes when arranging matches, they can't launch a fighter match of the corresponding level, so they can only lose without a fight.

While the S-Tier doesn't compete as often as other divisions, a newly opened club only has two years at most to develop its own S-Tier boxer.

After the two-year time limit, Kickboxing Club will schedule at least one S-Division fight every six months.

This kind of professional league organized by the league is also the most sought after by gambler viewers.

Because the clubs of both players have already invested huge sums of money in their own clubs, this also allows gamblers to bet on their favorite fighters without worrying about someone deliberately manipulating the results.

But it is also such a rule that defeats one after another free fight clubs that are not strong enough to survive in the bad city.

Salin eavesdropped like a story and threw food into the copper pot.

After a while, the copper pot filled with fragrant soup began to bubble, and he took out a slice of mutton and dipped it in the seasoning, and put it in his mouth......

！！！

The moment the fragrant lamb slices are eaten, all the buds in the garden of sarin's taste begin to bloom, and the bottomless stomach swallows things endlessly, and loses its mind in a frenzy!

Damn it!

What kind of food is this, and it's delicious, isn't it?

My hands can be completely unresponsive to the food, and I can also stuff the meat into my mouth at the same time, and my hands and mouth are completely uncontrollably independent!

Hey, hey, hey!

Stop, you guys!

If you eat like this, you're going to go bankrupt soon!