"Oh! This is so cruel! The blood is flowing like water, it must be very painful... But even if he severely injured his opponent, Brother Bali was not in a hurry. He was still very cautious, neither lowering his shield nor lowering his spear, but pacing slowly.

Step, circle and approach the opponent... Oh! This is a good defense, Brother Bali returns without success... Wait! Brother Bali just lured the enemy, now... Ouch! I don't want to suffer this.

, it looks so painful... ah! Turn around again! Gentlemen, remember to cover the eyes of the female companions, this scene is not suitable for sleeping... Why don't you surrender? If I do, I will not bleed too much... No

Wrong, that's right! The opponent threw down his weapon and he raised his hands to admit defeat! The battle is over! The magistrate, the doctor and the stretcher team rushed in... Although helpless, maybe unwilling, and slightly desperate, it is definitely worth it, after all.

No matter how generous the bonus is, you must first have your life to enjoy it!"

The sun was setting in the west and the sky was filled with sunset. There were dozens of one-on-one duels in the arena. Even the host with a loud voice on the stage was replaced by two. The audience was dizzy with the successive duels.

They were so excited that until people lit up eternal lamps and lit torches in the arena, lighting up the entire arena as bright as day, the final eight winners were finally decided.

In the field, the warriors illuminated by the eternal lamp raised their spears and shields and roared to the sky.

"Everyone, the winner of this duel, that is, the last person selected for the top eight, is the barren mountain warrior from the other side of the sea-Azai Juyong Bali Ge!"

The host's voice was transmitted to all parts of the venue through a special sounding tube and relying on the circular layout of the arena, arousing enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"Listen to the cheers of the whole audience, even the eternal lamp is shaking! You can see that people love Brother Bali to death, they call him 'Barren Mountain Rapids', because fighting with him will never be boring!

"

The messengers specially recruited for the selection hurried back and forth between the stands and even inside and outside the venue, conveying information such as battle status, rankings, games and other information. After a while, more louder and more vague cheers came from outside the venue (

or booing), and further away in the city, someone even set off fireworks, lighting up the darkening night sky.

"Brother Bali has something real under his hands." D.D stood in the aisle below the Duke's Stand, holding a pen and paper, looking at the blood-covered Barren Mountain Man in the field, holding a spear and roaring, and nodded slightly.

"He couldn't change his habits on the battlefield, so he saw blood," Morgan beside him lowered his head and lit his pipe, agreeing softly, "When he reaches the quarterfinals, he has something, but... hmph, what can he do if he has this ability?

No, I have to come and perform."

"Hey, everyone has his own ambitions," D.D was lying on the low rail next to him, recording something in a rustle, "If I were to be beheaded and bleed with no one wrapped around me, I would definitely rather accept flowers and cheers in the ring and venue.

."

Morgan snorted in disdain, turned and walked away.

The host's amplified voice sounded again, drowning out their whispers:

"There are more than a hundred players who will pass the preliminary test this time, including many long-established popular players, who are naturally the favorites. Of course, there are also young and energetic rookies who are exciting, and there are also unknown ones.

The unpopular and powerful players became a blockbuster! This is a grand occasion that has not been seen in many years! Finally, they fought hard at all levels, broke through the obstacles, and decided on the final eight!"

Following the host's words, the top eight contestants walked out of the tent one after another, accepting the cheers of the audience while looking at each other.

D.D squinted his eyes, looking at these players intently while taking notes carefully.

"found it!"

The voice coming from behind startled Doyle, and he almost took out his pen and paper. After seeing the person clearly, Doyle breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was so scared that I thought the Terror Blade came to life... Oh, oh, oh, Waiya, wait a minute, yes, it's you, really Waiya, take a breath," D.D put away the pen and paper, holding his sweating head

, panting Huaiya, "What did you find? The betting spot with the rake discount?"

Wyatt was stunned.

The next second, the host's voice suddenly sounded, startling them all:

"The first is the 'Hundred-Step Ranger' Kong Geyou who was selected by the New Suburban Police Department and the Night Workers Guild. He supports justice with a big sword in one hand and punishes Xiaoxiao with a flying knife in the backhand! His skills are cultivated from his career as a mercenary and adventurer.

Yes! It is said that he traveled thousands of miles and saw hundreds of cities before finally deciding to settle down in our beautiful Emerald City. He acted chivalrously and righteously in the new suburbs, and was respected by everyone! Within a hundred steps, the bad guys disappeared, and where the ranger was,

The citizens are safe! Everyone, this is one of the top eight in this election: the Hundred-Step Ranger!"

Amid the chaotic cheers and applause around him, Huaiya had to raise his voice:

"What kind of bet... No, I mean, I just found a few clerks from the city hall and a few secretaries from the chamber of commerce, using my father's name to intimidate and induce..."

"What? Intimidation? You?" D.D was a little surprised.

"I know, and I don't want to, but the current situation - in short, I have roughly figured out the resume of the defense attorney. There is one thing worth noting." Huaiya thought of something, took out the notebook he carried with him, and grabbed it with his hand, "Borrow the pen."

Let me tell you, my own is broken, while my memory is still clear..."

"Wait, I'm still using-"

Before D.D could protest, he heard Huaiya murmuring:

"Slimani, he passed the official civil service examination and qualification review twenty years ago and became a formal security officer. He has a good reputation in the department and is helpful. Colleagues praise him as 'a top performer in the security department.'"

Pen' and 'Reporting Expert'…"

Doyle thought the name sounded familiar and couldn't help scratching his ears.

"Not surprising." A deep and heavy voice came from behind, making Doyle tremble.

"Zombie! Scared me! I thought..."

D.D turned around and said righteously:

"Where have you been? You know, we are in an emergency now, and His Highness needs manpower around him!"

Glover had just come back from the sidelines. He held his bandaged arm and squinted at the notes in D.D's hand:

"You mean the number of people who calculate odds and place bets?"

"Ahem, now is not the time to talk about this," D.D calmly closed the notes and odds sheet and turned to Huaiya: "Then what? Go on, what happened to Slimani?"

Huaiya didn't pay attention to this little episode. After hurriedly recording it, he returned the pen to D.D., who started scribbling and correcting the odds sheet again:

"Nine years! Nine years ago, at the most critical moment of accumulating seniority for promotion, Slimani suddenly resigned from his post as a security officer and changed his career to become a defense attorney!"

"Resign? Why?"

Not far across the way, the sergeants of the Emerald Legion had been staring at the big man from the Star Lake Guards with vigilance - until they were stared back by the fierce Glover, refusing to budge.

"Because he's in trouble." Another voice came from behind.

Several people had a meal together.

"Lao Kong!"

Doyle, who was reading notes in Maotou, shivered again. He couldn't bear it anymore: "Don't you make any noise when you walk!"

"You are too focused on writing."

Guard Officer Conmuto raised his eyebrows, but then he was stunned:

"Hey, Master Kasuo is writing down business in the notebook, but what are you doing in the notebook..."

D.D swallowed. Fortunately, the host's words rang out again, covering them:

"Leven Jabari, a swordsman with handsome appearance and flexible posture, was once the main performer of an acrobatic performance troupe in Tyran State. Until an old knight discovered his talent in weapons, he switched to sword-swinging and won championships.

, he was out of control! Known as the 'Free Sword Dancer', he was light and agile in the battle before the top eight, strolling around with a graceful posture like a fairy, wandering between the critical victory and defeat, making everyone

The ladies are crazy about it! Oh my gosh, if the election was to decide the winner by voting, we could call it a day, folks, right now!"

In the middle of the field, a light knight with a feather on his helmet gracefully waved two thin swords and bowed to the surrounding stands, welcoming a large number of flowers and coins.

"Oh, it's this guy dressed like a peacock. He has a problem." D.D became more energetic when he saw this. He looked at his notes, "In at least two battles, his opponents were obviously very good, but they always failed.

He makes some flashy and showy moves, and then loses to him unexpectedly, and he loses just in the last few moves, creating a situation where this guy perseveres, fights to the end, and finally turns defeat into victory."

"No wonder, I think the change in his odds is a bit...tsk, tsk, someone is probably going to lose miserably." Conmuto suddenly realized.

"It doesn't matter. My stepmother said that money is fluid," D.D raised his pen and laughed. "If someone loses, it means someone is definitely going to make a profit..."

"Guardian Conmuto, why did you say that Slimani resigned because something happened? What happened?"

Huaiya squeezed in front of them with a serious look on his face.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Conmuto straightened his collar with a satisfied expression.

"Actually, it's not Slimani, but his old boss. I guess he was also the backstage and protective umbrella - Jeff Rene, who also died. Rene was originally the director of the vigilance department, a slippery old man.

, the kind who can’t find fault in his work, who can’t be punished by both black and white, even if the entire police station is arrested and all the superiors and subordinates squat in, he can get away with nothing..."

Conmuto smiled mysteriously:

"It wasn't until ten years ago that Rene was removed from the position of Director of Security of the Canal Zone and demoted to a first-class security officer. Later, he was found guilty of corruption and bribery... Hehe, once he fell, Slimani must have also

If you can’t survive anymore, don’t you have no choice but to resign?”

Huaiya pondered and wondered:

"How did you know?"

When Conmuto heard this, his face fell. He took out his shriveled wallet and sighed in pain:

"I went to find an acquaintance at the local police station and borrowed a lot of money from him to place bets..."

D.D slapped his thigh, feeling regretful:

"Oh! Why would you lend him money if you have money?"

"Ten years ago?" A female voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone turned around.

"Mira!"
To be continued...