章節 27: Mr. Cold feet Sampo
Hook led the group towards the Fight Club.
"Fighting... So this is the kind of rough entertainment you like?" March 7th looked at Hook skipping along with excitement, as if she really enjoyed going to the Fight Club.
"Mm-hmm! It's so much fun!" Hook nodded enthusiastically.
"Have you participated too!?" March 7th asked in surprise, "This club seems a bit too... hardcore, don't you think?"
"Huh?" Hook didn't quite understand what she meant. "A lot of kids play there, you know."
"Wait, there are kids involved?" March 7th scratched her head, sensing that this might not be the best place to be.
"Not good, my sense of justice is kicking in."
"Here it is!" Hook pointed towards a building ahead.
In front of them stood a relatively large, standalone building. It appeared to be the Fight Club.
A large open area sprawled out in front of the club, where quite a few people were gathered, discussing matches or haggling with scalpers selling tickets. Off in the corner, a group of kids were hanging out as well.
March 7th observed the bustling scene and couldn't help but sigh.
"Whose territory is this, allowing kids to play around with fighting...?"
Hook puffed out her chest proudly. "This is the Mole turf! ...But only for the kids. The adult part is under Wildfire control!"
Kevin raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the new term. "What's is Wildfire?"
"Umm..." Hook bit her finger, thinking hard but unable to explain. In the end, she just offered her own understanding. "They're probably... like the adult version of the Moles?"
As she spoke, her gaze wandered elsewhere. "Ah, looks like they're missing someone for a match! If you want to fight, come find me later!"
"Fighting is all about your fists, palms, and fingers! You've got to master all three to be able to fight at will!"
Hearing this, March 7th pieced everything together. With a sudden realization, she exclaimed, "Oh~ So that's why even kids can play. It's just rock-paper-scissors!"
For once, Stelle asked a reasonable question. "But Hook knows a lot of idioms, huh? Just like the other kids from the Moles."
"Of course! I'm the boss of the Moles, and my dad taught me everything well."
hook puffed out her chest even more. In her eyes, her father was the best person in the world.
Seeing her friends in the distance waving at her, Hook turned to the group and said, "I gotta go now. My friends are calling! You guys do your thing!"
After bidding farewell, Hook left.
Kevin glanced at the two others and then at the exhausted "Judgement of Shamash Twin Guns" lying in the instant noodle bowl. "We should go too."
As they approached the club entrance, they overheard a heated conversation nearby.
"I heard there's a black-haired guy in the club who's been undefeated in every fight. Where the hell did he come from?"
"Someone told me he's high-ranking in the Silvermane Guard."
"That's nonsense! The Silvermane Guard retreated ages ago. No way someone just randomly came back."
March 7th raised an eyebrow and whispered to the others, "Are they talking about Dan Heng?"
Kevin replied, "From the way they're talking, it sounds like Dan Heng's been doing well."
Stelle: "Aba aba."
"But it looks like we need to buy tickets... and we don't have any of the local currency."
March 7th pointed out the ticket checkers at the entrance and said to the other two, "Uh... I don't have money."
Stelle hesitated for a moment. "I think I might have some..."
March 7th thought Stelle was referring to the money they got from Herta, so she repeated, "I'm talking about the currency of this world—"
Before she could finish, Stelle pulled out a handful of Shields from her pocket.
"—Where did you get those? You didn't steal them, did you?" March 7th asked, shocked.
Stelle furrowed her brows and shook her head, upset at the accusation. She was an upstanding person who, aside from rummaging through trash cans, had no interest in stealing.
"I got these when we defeated the Silvermane Guard. They're spoils of war!"
"Okay, okay, they're spoils of war..."
After reassuring her, they bought three tickets from the scalpers. It turned out that Shields were still a valid currency in the Underworld, even though the Upper and Lower worlds had been cut off from each other for decades. The Underworld hadn't changed its currency for a few reasons: the resource situation didn't allow it, there was no technology for minting coins, and frankly, there was no need—they were barely surviving, so printing money was the least of their concerns.
As they entered the Fight Club, they immediately heard the announcer shout, "Ladies and gentlemen! Coming up next is the most exciting, most thrilling, most jaw-dropping match of the day!"
"I'm not kidding—this is the super rookie, the cold-faced little Azure Dragon, recommended by none other than the Deep Blue Hunk!"
"It really is Dan Heng!" March 7th exclaimed, pointing at the person in the ring.
"Cold-faced little Azure Dragon... Pfft!" Stelle couldn't help but laugh.
Kevin, on the other hand, simply said, "...Cool."
Then the announcer began introducing Dan Heng's opponent.
"His challenger is none other than the emotionless, highly flammable, and explosive Mechanical Squad! Let's all praise it for Svarog the Great!"
"Since no other contenders were willing to face the Mechanical Squad, Cold-faced Azure Dragon has declared he'll fight them alone!"
On the stage, Dan Heng sighed and closed his eyes, realizing that he'd been tricked by Sampo.
"And now, the semifinals of the 758th Fight Club Championship begin!"
March 7th and Stelle exchanged glances and urged each other.
"Stelle, quick! Let's go help him!"
They took a couple of steps forward, then looked back at Kevin.
"Kevin, are you coming with us?"
Kevin got up and started walking toward a different direction. "You go ahead. I've got someone to catch."
They immediately understood that Sampo was still around and Kevin was going to intercept him.
As the match was about to begin, the two of them ran up to the ring.
The announcer, noticing the unexpected intrusion, said with some surprise, "Oh? We've got an interesting development here! Two spectators have entered the octagon! It seems like they want to team up with Cold-faced Azure Dragon?"
Dan Heng saw the two of them rushing around, crossed his arms and said, "Finally woke up?"
"Yeah, the first thing I do when I wake up is look for you everywhere. It's hard to see you. Stelle and I came to the rescue. Thank us~"
March 7th and Stelle looked at Dan Heng.
The host of the station said excitedly when he saw the two standing behind Dan Heng.
"I feel their enthusiasm! This sport is so passionate and attractive! But I must reiterate that fighting competitions are professional and dangerous——"
"——But the Cold-faced Azure Dragon chose to signal that the game should continue! He can't wait!"
Dan Heng looked at the robot fists opposite and said, "Even if you guys come, I can solve it by myself."
March 7th stood up helplessly: "Oh, I really can't count on your emotional intelligence."
"Let's finish the fight quickly and go find Brother Kevin!" Stelle urged from behind.
"Are you looking for Mr. Kevin?" Dan Heng was a little surprised. He hadn't seen Kevin since he woke up.
"He went to block Sampo, let's solve it as soon as possible." March 7th explained.
The game is about to begin.
…
At this time, Sampo saw three people entering the fight club and two people on stage. He was about to escape when he saw Kevin walking towards him step by step.
Sampo wanted to leave, but he couldn't lift his feet no matter what. He looked down and saw that his feet were firmly fixed on the ground by ice cubes.
He was about to cry, but when he raised his head, Kevin was already standing in front of him.
"Are you... trying to escape?"
Kevin looked at him coldly, a hint of coldness emerging from his body.
The cold air hit his face, stimulating Sampo hair to stand on end and his whole body stiffened, as if he was looking at some monster in a trance.
"Hiss~"
"What's wrong with you?"
Kevin asked knowingly.
"No, brother, I just feel a little urgent and want to go to the toilet..." Sampo said with a wry smile.
"Really? It turns out you wanted to run away... It seems I wrongly blamed you."
Kevin said lightly, but still had no intention of letting Sampo go.
"Brother... give me a break, we're just letting your friends fight in the ring to help me earn some money. I really don't have any ulterior motives."
Seeing this, Sampo could only tell the truth. Kevin saw that he seemed to be faking, so he raised his head and released the control.
"Dan Heng is not that easily deceived. What did you say to him to make him willing to help you play the game?"
"Ah...this..."
Sampo hesitated for a while and said that it was out of the blue. Kevin was a little impatient when he saw him like this. A grown man is good at it.
Then, Kevin took out a Judgement of Shamash dual gun directly from the instant noodle bucket, and put the muzzle of the gun against Sampo's forehead, which also gave off a smell of instant noodles.
"I said it, I said it," Sampo raised his hands in surrender, "That guy helped me play the game just to get some exposure. When he gets famous, it's easier for him to come to me."
Seeing that Kevin wanted to ask more questions, Sampo quickly said: "Brother, don't ask here, there are many people here, let's talk somewhere else."
The two left the fight club together, and Kevin didn't pay attention to Sampo's little moves during this period. These are all important.
The two came to an alley. As soon as Sampo walked in, Kevin sealed the entrance of the alley with ice.
Sampo: "..."
"Brother, there's no need to be so strict."
Kevin sat on the ice chair, crossed his legs and asked.
"Tell me, even children know the Wildfire, but you want to tell me face to face, what secrets do you know? Sampo Koski..."
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