Chapter 447: Underground Fist Fight
The Toyer Tavern was noisy. It was filled with young n and won who had entered the revelry. As the dancing lights and violent music crazily twisted their bodies, the atmosphere was extrely heated.
The few young girls had even taken off their tops and were dancing in their hands. They ignored the fact that their bouncing jewels were exposed in front of everyone and shook their bodies. They did not care about the hot gazes shot at them. Instead, they puffed out their chests proudly and displayed their tall figures.
However, in such a fanatical atmosphere, a corner had always been quiet. The passion flowing everywhere in the tavern seed to have disappeared as soon as it collided with this corner.
This small corner was like an iceberg in the flas, looking out of place.
However, when everyone passed by this corner, they automatically avoided it. No matter how fanatical they were, they did not dare to disturb this place at all.
Father Haskman sat in this corner. His gaze swept past the naked girls and he sneered.
He was certain that the wine that those brats handed to these girls must have been spiked. They would definitely fall into the hands of those brats and be played with tonight. Then, they would appear in a corner naked tomorrow morning.
As for whether they were dead or alive, it would depend on their luck.
Father Haskman had seen too many of these things, so he naturally did not feel any sympathy for these girls.
Since they dared to co here, they had to be ntally prepared to accept this outco.
As for what would happen to those brats who played them, Father Haskman was even more uninterested.
This was the Sapphire Star Field’s Planet Leppler. There was no damned governnt here or any binding laws to follow.
If the people living here wanted to live well, they only needed their fists to be strong enough.
......
Because Father Haskman’s fist was strong enough, although he looked out of place sitting here, no one dared to provoke him casually.
The door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open and a young man who looked to be less than 20 years old walked in.
Father Haskman habitually glanced at this new guest, but he was slightly stunned. He narrowed his eyes and his gaze involuntarily landed on the young man as he seriously sized him up.
This young man was not especially strong, but he was very well-proportioned. His body and footsteps did not look special, but if one looked carefully, one would discover that he seed to maintain a very special rhythm.
Old Master Haskman deliberately confird that if anyone wanted to attack him now, they would definitely be counterattacked by him directly and fiercely.
This young man was actually a good martial artist!
Father Haskman felt strange.
The most famous thing about the Toyer Tavern was the wine and won here. This little guy who was clearly not even 20 years old looked slightly delicate and innocent. It could be seen that he had been taught well and should usually be very obedient. Why did he co here?
Father Haskman even noticed that he was clearly not used to the environnt of the tavern after entering. After observing his surroundings and seeing the few naked girls in the field, he imdiately avoided eye contact and actually revealed an embarrassed expression!
Oh, god! He had only seen a few pieces of flesh that did not have any outstanding characteristics, but he was actually shy!
Father Haskman was a little surprised and amused as he looked at the young man… Or rather, the boy moved over with difficulty in the crowd and finally walked up to him.
“Hello.” The boy glanced at Father Haskman and politely greeted him. He hesitated for a mont before continuing to ask, “Are you Father Haskman?”
Father Haskman could see all kinds of people in this tavern every day, but it was really rare to see such a young rookie in front of him.
Hearing him say his na, Father Haskman was not surprised.
It seed that although this boy was clearly here for the first ti, he had already asked about the information of the Toyer Tavern in advance and knew of his existence.
“I am. Why? Kid, what’s the matter?”
Father Haskman was just feeling a little bored. Now that such a special boy had appeared, his interest was piqued.
“If you want to drink, go to the bar and ask for it directly. On account of your first ti here, you can say my na and I’ll treat you to a drink. If you want to find a woman, there are many over there. As long as you fancy them or are willing to pay a little, most of the won over there can sleep with you at any ti. Moreover, many little girls like delicate-looking girls like you. You don’t even have to spend money.”
The boy imdiately blushed and waved his hand, “No, no, no. I’m not here to drink or… find a woman. I’m here to find you…”
At this point, the boy looked around and leaned slightly closer. He whispered, “I want you to help register for a fist fight.”
“Fist fight?” Father Haskman was imdiately stunned. He looked at the boy carefully and recalled his observation when he entered. His eyes narrowed, “Who introduced you?”
The boy raised his hands and crossed them in a strange gesture.
Seeing this gesture, Father Haskman’s expression softened slightly. He sized up the boy and asked, “Since they introduced you, there’s no problem. Follow .”
Father Haskman stood up, waved at the boy, and turned to the back of the tavern.
The boy obediently followed behind. The two of them walked out of the back door of the tavern and took a few steps in an extrely quiet alley. They turned around and entered a door beside them.
As soon as he opened the door, a huge cheer sounded from inside. The sound wave seed to want to collapse the entire house.
The outside of the door looked inconspicuous, but inside was a huge hollow space that was almost equivalent to a standard basketball court with three floors.
Around the space were more than two rows of seats. At this mont, they were already filled with people, but no one was sitting. All of them stood on the spot and continuously scread and cheered in the middle of the venue. They looked extrely excited.
In the middle of the space was a huge empty venue.
At the center of the venue, two figures were crossing each other. From ti to ti, muffled bangs sounded. It was two martial artists fighting intensely.
From the close-up on the virtual screen above the venue, it could be seen that these two people were already covered in blood and injuries. It could be seen that the battle was extrely intense.
Father Haskman glanced at the boy beside him and saw that his gaze was on the center of the venue. He did not look afraid or uncomfortable at all and was extrely calm. He could not help but be a little surprised.
“Kid, let ask you again. Are you sure you want to participate?” Father Haskman asked in a low voice, “Since you found , you must know the rules here. We won’t be responsible for your injuries or even death. Do you understand?”
“Understood.” The boy smiled and nodded.
Father Haskman sneered and opened a virtual screen before pushing the boy in front of him.
“Alright, fill in your personal information.”
Seeing that the boy was about to fill it, Father Haskman reminded him.
“It’s best not to use your real na.”
“Is that so?” The boy was stunned for a mont. He thought for a mont and filled in a line on the na of his personal information.
“Virgin 001.”
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