The cacophony of music continued, and after the thug brought Sherlock to the bar, it was of little use, so he didn't have to follow him.

Rushing past the commotion with the bartender, and turning a few corridors and a staircase leading downward, Sherlock saw no less than 20 guards along the way, and if the bartender hadn't led the way, they would have rushed up to stop him, and after a few minutes, the two of them finally came to a large iron door.

"Remember, don't make trouble, last time there was a bet that didn't admit it, and when he went out, he was removed from his arm." The bartender turned his head and stared at Sherlock with warning.

Sherlock nodded obediently, "Of course, I'm the kind of person who keeps to myself. ”

The bar finally looked him up and down again, then put his hand on the door and slowly pushed it open.

And just when the door was staggered open, the sound wave inside rushed out, shaking Sherlock unconsciously wanted to cover his ears, and the music in the bar above even felt a little quiet compared to the sound in the basement.

The bartender, who seemed familiar with the overly foul noise, stood in the doorway staring blankly at the man in front of him, and then motioned for him to enter.

In this way, Sherlock entered a place in the world that the government had forbidden but that would certainly exist.

After that great explosion of wisdom millions of years ago, human beings have always praised themselves as the chief of all things, and have constantly distinguished themselves from other uncivilized creatures by terms such as civilized, elegant, and decent.

But in fact, in the bones, human beings still retain the primitive bestiality of pursuing barbaric violence and like to conquer, but they hide this desire for conquest and superiority in money, social status, women or men in bed, and even the most useless social dregs will roar loudly at the old people or children in the family, because they need to use this method to fill the emptiness in their hearts.

But when these things within the scope of social ethics cannot satisfy human animal desires, or when people are not able to release their inner animal desires, a very old activity will come into being.

Or rather, it's always there

From the slave duel recorded in ancient history, to the magnificent Colosseum in ancient Rome, to the ball with a mask to hide his greedy face, the black fist match with blood splashed underground, and the anti-ethical theater with nakedness, until now, this kind of [mutant creature cage fight].

In short, with the development of history, this kind of thing is just constantly changing the name and model, but it has never disappeared, just like those royal powers, nobles, or bloodlines that have long been outlawed.

Walking into this Colosseum, Sherlock struggled to adapt to the chaotic shouts and screams around him, the deafening music didn't seem to be used to set off the atmosphere at all, just to make the audience shout a little louder, looking around, the eyes of those sitting in the stands were full of unconcealed violence and impulse, their mouths were pulled to the limit because of the roar, their eyes bulged, the green tendons on their necks bulged, and they unscrupulously vented the wildest side of their hearts, because everyone around them was like this, Even the most cowardly people are infected by this emotion.

Look at the arena again, in a huge iron cage, two demons. No, in this world, these things are called mutated creatures.

One of the most common corrosive dogs was fighting to the death with another big rat covered in barbs, they were full of wounds on each other, the whole belly of the corrosive dog was opened, and the intestines were wrapped in some mucous membranes so that they would not flow to the ground, and the big rat was not having a good time, the back was exposed by the saliva of the corrosive dog, and it was letting out a cry of pain.

And this cruel image made the people in the stands even more crazy, and they screamed and threw beer bottles in their hands at the iron cage, trying to get the small demons inside to fight.

Don't rest, don't stop, just fight until you die.

Sherlock looked at the two poor little ones and saw that in hell, the demons didn't seem to be living very well.

But this is not something he should be concerned about now, his eyes swept over the entire field, the lights on the ceiling made all areas except the iron cage look pitch black, but he still quickly found a handful of guys who looked like staff, they were wearing suits that didn't match the atmosphere around them, all of them had big shoulders and round waists, and they all exuded the aura of 'don't cause trouble for Lao Tzu'.

Sherlock walked towards one of them, and when he came to the other party, the security officer turned his head slowly and looked at Sherlock coldly:

"If you want to borrow money, go to the door and turn right, there is a loan service."

This kind of underground Colosseum naturally has a 'guessing link', to put it bluntly, it is to press which demon will win, and then according to the operation of the odds cashback, so it is natural that there will be gamblers who lose money and want to borrow some tickets to turn over, Sherlock, a person with a pale face and a thin body, is naturally regarded as such a person.

In the eyes of most people, if you steal, at least you are a little skilled, if you kill, at least a little bloody, but gambling is such a thing, you can barely get a little willing to gamble and lose, but if you lose, you are bankrupt, and you have to borrow money, then there is no washing, so the security officer cast a cold and unhappy look at Sherlock, and it is understandable.

But Sherlock just said a word lightly, and the whole body of the security officer was stunned, and the fierce momentum that he had been putting on was suddenly gone, and he opened his mouth in disbelief, looking at the sick guy in front of him like a madman.

A few people on the side saw their colleague's appearance and felt that something was not right, so they leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"He's going to see the boss."

"Huh?"

It must be impossible for a person who has no name at all to suddenly appear to see the boss, so the rest of the people looked at Sherlock suspiciously, and then at their colleagues: "What is he going to do when he sees the boss?" ”

"He, he." The man seemed a little less sassy: "He's going to fight in the cage." ”

"Oh?" Several people looked at Sherlock suspiciously: "You also have a pet?" ”

The pets mentioned here are, of course, mutant creatures, but these days, even if people who can privately raise mutant creatures are not rich, they must be a little bit of money, and the kind of guy in front of him who hasn't changed his clothes for a long time can be a mutant creature.

At first, the security guard didn't wait for Sherlock to speak, he quickly interrupted the doubts of his colleague next to him, and whispered timidly: "No, it's not his pet who wants to participate in the cage fight, it's him who wants to participate."

Looking at the blank eyes of his colleagues, the man emphasized again with a confirmed reaffirmation: "Well, you heard it right, it's himself."

Ten minutes later, the door to a basement hallway was pushed open.

In fact, it seems that the business here is mainly the underground mutant creature gladiatorial arena, and the bar above is just a front, at least the underground area is more than three or four times larger than the bar above.

As soon as he walked out of the corridor, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, more than a dozen big men looked in the direction of Sherlock with very unkind expressions, these people all had a lot of flesh on their faces, muscular, and their hands were all subconsciously placed on their sides or chests, and it could be seen that they were the kind of people who were most accustomed to pulling out guns, and the dangerous aura exuded from their bodies also showed that they usually didn't take human life seriously.

Under the gaze of these eyes, the security guard next to him walked over and leaned into the ears of a few people to say something, and in an instant, the eyes of these people changed, and the attitude of looking at Sherlock was a little frightened.

If you don't take human life seriously, you can only be called unscrupulous, but if you don't take your life seriously, even in this fucked world, it's still not something that ordinary people can do.

A person is going to participate in the cage fight of mutant creatures?

Fuck, for so many years, few people have dared to do it.

Along the way, Sherlock was almost surrounded by these security guards, and some of them didn't dare to ask more questions when they looked at this posture, and even more did they dare to step forward to stop them, until they came to an office door, and these people made a 'please' gesture to Sherlock.

Pushing open the door, Sherlock couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, in such an underground place full of violence and blood, there was such an elegant office, and even a balcony made of artificial light sources, there were a few pots of rare green plants.

Behind the wooden desk, a dark-skinned man in his 40s looked at Sherlock and motioned for him to sit down, as if he had already been informed of his intentions:

"I beg your pardon, but I still have to make sure to you that you want to. Participating in a cage fight? ”

"Yes."

"Yourself?"

"That's right."

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction after doing the work, even if he tried very hard to maintain his demeanor, but there was still no way to hide the excitement in his eyes, the fight between mutant creatures could already arouse people's most primitive savage desires, if this was to stage a scene of death match between real people and mutant creatures, then his underground gladiatorial arena would definitely become the focus of the entire underground black arena overnight.

"I can assure you that you get 50 percent of the proceeds from this game, tickets, beer, even all the money you bet on, and, for the duration of your show, all the loans that go out, you also get a 30 percent share." There seemed to be a fire burning in the eyes of the man in front of him: "However, you can only enter with a cold weapon, the cage is electrified, unless one of you or your opponent can't move, I won't open the prison door, you know what I mean." ”

Sherlock nodded, "Of course." ”

"I admire you." The owner of the gladiatorial arena smiled, he didn't want to ask why this guy in front of him was working so hard, he didn't seem to be the kind of outlaw who was desperate and wanted to make a fortune with it, of course, if he was, it would be even better: "Do you have any requirements?" ”

"Nothing special, it's just that," Sherlock paused, making his tone more solemn, "I want to know what the most powerful mutant creature you can get your hands on." ”

"The best?"

"Yes, I want a second-order one, preferably a third-order one."

“？？？” The boss frowned, obviously didn't understand, the division of demons in this world is definitely not according to the first, second and third orders, but judging from Sherlock's context, the other party still understands Sherlock's meaning very much.

Therefore, the fire in his eyes became more and more intense:

"You're saying that you don't just want to fight to the death against the mutant creatures in your infancy, you want to try your hand at the growth stage?"

"Yes." Sherlock nodded, it seemed that the so-called [juvenile stage] in the other party's mouth corresponded to the first-order demon in his own world, and the corresponding stage of adulthood seemed to be the second-order.

Sherlock was silent for a moment, he knew he shouldn't say the following at this time, but he decided to take a gamble, so, he leaned forward and continued, "Do you have anything more powerful than the growth period?" ”

“.”

Finally, the gladiatorial arena owner in front of him was a little nervous, and he looked at the guy in front of him with disbelief, as if he was repeatedly confirming whether he understood what he was talking about.

In the end, he subconsciously shook his head: "You're talking about, mutated creatures of mature bodies?" Are you crazy?"

"Of course I'm not crazy, I'm not trying to fight those big guys, I'm trying to ask, do you guys, I just want to. Look, I'm a pretty typical power worshipper, you know, those mature creatures. They appealed to me. ”

The swarthy man in front of him was silent again, Sherlock didn't speculate about what the other party was thinking, maybe he was trying to understand his thoughts, maybe something else, but no matter what, in the face of huge interests, the other party didn't have much choice.

"Of course we have the big guys. I can talk to all the death arenas in the city. The man said with great caution: "But I can't just rely on a few words from you to agree to your request, I want to see what you are capable of, to put it bluntly, that is, you have to go to fight first." ”

"Reasonable." Sherlock said, "I can start at any time. ”

"I like direct guys like you." The man in front of him said, then pressed a button at hand, and soon, the office door was opened, and a strong man with a big waist walked in.

"Send the message, a human, going into an iron cage and a mutated creature in a fight to the death. Ticket prices tripled, and the show opened an hour later, not even a second! ”

(End of chapter)