Section XXXVIII Acquaintances

Watching the other party leave, Nighthawk picked up the cup of honey tea. It must be noted that it was probably out of some kind of distrust, so from head to toe Rhodia did not touch it. However, there are really no traps in this cup of honey tea, so Nighthawk unceremoniously picked up the tea and enjoyed it himself.

He put down his teacup and suddenly let out a big laugh. He succeeded! What he thought was completely hopeless actually succeeded so easily! To tell the truth, fate is really unpredictable. He thought he had lost this opportunity...... But now it seems that it's that simple.

"Boss. One of his men came up just as his laughter subsided. "Since money isn't an issue now......" his hand made a downward slashing motion, "are we going to get ready to do it?"

"No, wait a minute. Nighthawk replied. The war against the Black Pig Gang is a matter of time, and the odds are stacked. But he is not one of those ordinary hooligans who has muscles and no brains, only knows how to fight and kill, and is brave and ruthless, otherwise, he would not live to this day, and he will not live to see that blood father. The Black Pigs are not difficult to deal with, and the excuse for doing so is readily available - that is the legacy of the Crazy Horse Gang. But he also understands that once the Black Pig Gang is defeated, the following situation will not be so simple. They've made a big splash...... A coalition has been secretly taking shape. If the Black Pigs are eliminated, he will face an uphill battle – perhaps the greatest danger of his life.

Compared to this future struggle, it is nothing to get a large sum of money from Rhodia at the moment. At least he was more than seventy percent sure of this adventure, and he was only thirty percent sure of that war. In particular, he was not sure how much help he would receive from the one who would be in this war, a relative of the blood.

Outsiders may not believe it. Isn't it a matter of course that the one who will support him? If he is really at a disadvantage, the one who can even mobilize the security forces in the city to assist him. At least on the surface, this kind of thing is easy and easy for that person. As for the benefits, in addition to the natural proximity of blood relations, that one also received a lot of benefits from him, including money and intelligence. But Nighthawk himself knew the Dao - although this kind of thing had never happened, but he knew the Dao by instinct - if he really fell into a crisis in the competition of the Underground World, maybe that one would not have come to his rescue. So far, all he has gotten from that person is the name of pulling the banner of Tiger Pila, and a relatively stable channel of materials. But he paid a lot - of course, he was willing to pay these things. These efforts opened another path in front of him, a path that led to the light and was able to stand in the sun.

In the underground world, he can be regarded as a successful leader all the way and move forward smoothly. The gods also treated him well, and appeared to him one after another. But on the other hand, he had encountered an invisible ceiling that blocked his way. If he can't break down this transparent barrier, then his true ambition will never have a chance to be realized.

200,000 gold oli ...... It's more than enough to deal with the Black Pig Gang, but if you have to face the next decisive battle...... In fact, the significance of the Black Pig Gang is not very big, this gang is not particularly strong, and the territory it occupies is not particularly good. But they are an adversary that cannot be eliminated. Eliminate them, then the Iron Eagle Gang will occupy nearly one-third of the territory of the entire commercial district, and the key is to control the communication between the noble district and the commercial district...... The aristocratic district has always been a key area for various underground gangs to transfer property and materials. This monopoly is intolerable to other gangs. Of course, if he can monopolize it, then in fact, he will indirectly control and dominate the entire Underground World Realm of Eagle Falcon City.

While he was pondering. A young and bewitching woman came to him at some point, and leaned against him inadvertently.

"What's wrong, you look sullen?" the woman's soft body swirled around him. "You should be happy to turn a bad thing into a good thing. ”

Nighthawk wrapped his hand around the woman's slender and elastic waist. "You don't understand. He whispered. This woman was his mistress and counselor, and in fact, this matter just now was conceived by this woman for him. It's dangerous, but it's worth the money.

"Why are you upset about, not enough from the Flower Block?" said the woman in his ear. "As long as you can get a stable income, you don't actually need to put your hand in the flower block, do you?

Nighthawk chuckled softly. The affairs of the other world realm, for this underground world, is it really too high? Even a smart woman can still only have this level of vision.

"When Rhodia came just now, you should have watched from the back. Nighthawk said. "What do you think of her and the men she brought?"

"I'm afraid Rhodia has gathered a solid momentum in Flower Street. The woman replied. "The group of people she brought with her don't seem to be very accustomed to living in this world, and they should all be temporary mercenaries. But she did so with a bit of a cover-up. She tried to pretend to be harmless, but it might not be that simple. I heard about it from a source...... It seems that Rhodia has been disguising herself as an innocent white rabbit, but in fact, she has secretly infiltrated the entire Eagle Falcon City with her powerful power. On the surface, she was nothing, and she didn't even collect money from the prostitutes who bought and sold in the flower street, but if she was going to do that...... That's a matter of minutes. ”

"Well, I feel the same way. Even if you put down the Scarlet Rose, you won't talk about it...... It's a problem that she's willing to come over today. This actually defaults to being the controller of the Flower Block. Although she had always vehemently denied that she was a leader. Nighthawk replied. "This time they should pay for it...... But next time...... Do you have any good ideas if you want to make a profit consistently?"

"It's simple. The woman pressed her chest tightly against Nighthawk's arm. "Just want to fight with culture, not with martial arts. Although it may be difficult to say in the long run, it will definitely be no problem to come three or five times in the near future. ”

......

The audience in the audience let out one cheer after another. The bloodthirsty passion made everyone smeander, and they screamed at their loudest voice.

In the middle of the ring, the two players with blunt swords have clearly divided the winner and loser. Both fighters are unarmoured, and the fact that they are both naked makes blunt swords quite dangerous. At this moment, a player was already scarred and drenched in blood, and could only barely protect his head and face, staggering back. And his opponent was not unscathed, at least he didn't take any heavy blows. The battle had entered its final stage, and the audience was full of bestial howls like "kill him", "kill this waste", and "kill him". Half of them shouted because they supported the winner, and the other shouted because they hated the loser for making them lose money.

This is the gladiatorial arena of Eagle Falcon, a place where bloody fighting is used to attract and stimulate the inhabitants of Eagle Castle.

Essien watched the fight in the ring with interest. He's in a good position now and he can see the whole process in the field. As the saying goes, "the layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway", for Essien, there was no suspense in this battle from head to toe, and what interested him was not the victory or defeat, but how the victor skillfully and brutally attacked his opponent, on the one hand, the opponent was scarred, and on the other hand, he did not let the opponent fall - similar to most competitions in this world, falling is equivalent to losing, but the winner cannot continue to attack.

Perhaps tired of the cheers of the audience, or perhaps tired of the trick of cat and mouse, the victor finally delivered a heavy and decisive blow. The blunt sword used in the game slammed into the human skull, knocking the whole person to the ground. Then, the victor stepped on the head of the defeated who fell to the ground, raised his sword, and let out a cry of victory towards the sky.

This act of his teased the emotions of the audience to the extreme. In an instant, the entire gladiatorial arena was filled with shouts. Everyone was shouting "Champion, Champion, Champion!" and almost no one saw the fallen challenger motionless in the ring, dark red blood slowly pouring out from beneath him, converging into a small pool of blood.

But it doesn't matter if anyone notices, this is the arena. Martial arts competitions, not to mention holding iron weapons like this, even with bare hands, it is not uncommon to kill people.

Seeing this, Clio frowned. The loser should be dead - fighting with this kind of blunt sword without a sharp edge usually doesn't kill anyone, at least not on the spot, but this guy has taken too many swords before he falls, and the last blow is behind the ear - anyone who knows how to fight knows that it can be dangerous to be hit hard in this position.

"This guy named Basadoni is really dangerous. Clio whispered.

"That's good. That's what it means. Essien replied disapprovingly. "Alright, it's over. We can go to him. ”

The game is indeed over. The victorious champion has moved to the side of the lounge, and the loser has been carried away. The audience began to leave,

The backstage of the Colosseum is relatively simple. Essien was familiar with the place, so he made it to the players' lounge in three or two. It's a lounge, but it's actually an empty room, with racks of weapons, medical supplies, and chairs for people to sit on.

The champion is there, bored playing with the sword in his hand. This is because he has to wait here for a while - the people in the gladiatorial arena have not yet sent him the prize money for victory.

The moment Essien entered, the champion was discovered. He turned his head and stared at Essien and Cleo, and for a moment, Cleo clearly felt a powerful pressure rushing over his face, a suffocating sense of terror. Thankfully, Essien was at the front, otherwise, Clio felt that he might have made a noticeable gaffe.

"Hey, Basadoni, can't you welcome an old friend with a smile?" Essien was completely unaffected by the other party's momentum.

"You're coming to me again, what's the matter?" said the man named Basardoni in a cold tone. However, after identifying Essien, the tense muscles in his body immediately relaxed. And he turned his head, picked up the towel from the side, and wiped it for himself. He was almost not injured in the competition just now, but he was still hit on his arm, and there was a clear blue bruise on his white skin.

Basardoni was a man of about thirty years old, with short hair and a shirtless shirt. That body clearly illustrated what kind of person he was: although he was not particularly stout, it was difficult to find a piece of fat in this warrior's body. His shoulders were broadened by maturity and rigorous exercise, and his muscles, though not thick, twitched like thick ropes.