Zhang Jian looked at the wide ring field in front of him. There were four different machines on the four corners of the field, such as the four kings sitting on the gate of life and death. The competition should not have begun yet. Many guests can walk around the venue to watch these four two to three meters high fantasy-style mechas, while watching. After all, these large machines that look rough and mechanical, seem to have a different beauty in the eyes of a group of people who like to watch underground rings. They thought this was a decoration made by the organizer, but Zhang Jian's sixth sense told him that these machines had the power to threaten him. These steel giant beasts were incredible, and Zhang Jian felt that something interesting would happen next.

Under the careful guidance of the waiter, Zhang Jian came to the first private room located in the north of the venue. The private room was extremely large and had a comfortable sofa. There was a low metal table in front of the sofa, and a huge ice bucket was placed in the upper right corner of the table, with several bottles of light golden champagne. On the left side of the table was a ring match schedule and a tablet similar to an iPad. Zhang Jian picked up the tablet in his hand, and there was a switch above the tablet. When he turned on the switch, he jumped out a logo of a person's fist and a machine fist pressing against each other. Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Jian could go from top to bottom.

Looking at the entire venue, there were many people holding up the seats on the guardrails around them. They were either suits straight or wearing thin shirts holding some drinks and popcorn in their hands. Those who didn't know thought it was a fighting event abroad that was performed for the audience. Yiyi flew out of Zhang Jian's pocket with her eyes lit up. She happily flew to a bunch of grapes and nibbled with grapes. She showed a satisfied smile on her face. Zhang Jian poked her little head and said, "Yiyi, don't just eat, report to Lao Wu about the situation here first."

Yiyi's little mouth still had the flesh that had not been swallowed. She muttered her mouth, as if she was dissatisfied with Zhang Jian's disturbance of his food. Her little face bulged out of her arms with a picture of a painting with a geese. Yiyi asked Zhang Jian to write the situation here on a small note and put it on the claws of the geese in the painting. A space fluctuated, and the small note disappeared on the scroll. Zhang Jian felt relieved when he saw the note disappear. After all, this was the enemy's nest, and I don't know if it was still

There would be no seventeen or eighteen guys who broke in from outside and took me off. Thinking of the hesitant and ambiguous expression on the waiter's face just now, Zhang Jian felt that the invitation given to him by the woman was not a normal invitation, because the carpet in the box seemed to be embroidered with a pair of happy mandarin ducks, and there were some spice residues in the box, and some aphrodisiac spices were placed inside. No, Zhang Jian shook his head quickly and cleared away the messy things in his mind.

This is a small piece of paper on the scroll on the table with the power of space back to Zhang Jian's hand. The paper said, "I already know, you have to act carefully." Zhang Jian couldn't help feeling warm when he saw these words. Just as Zhang Jian wanted to walk out of the box and observe around him, a waiter gently buckled the door of the box and brought in a thin piece of pig blood on the table in front of Zhang Jian, saying respectfully: "Dear guest, this is the pastry we specially prepared for you. The chef of the restaurant mixed wild honey, jujube paste and flour, and made it into a mixed cow heart blood. It can nourish qi and replenish blood. It is very suitable for you as a martial arts master." Zhang Jian's plate was silver on the silver color.

A small piece of pastry was picked up in the clip and chewed in his mouth. The pastry was sweet and smooth like delicate petals. Moreover, the blood in Zhang Jian's body seemed to be slowly boiled by a low fire, and his whole body was warm and comfortable. The waiter saw Zhang Jian's satisfied smile, bowed slightly and slowly retreated. When he first arrived at the door, he seemed to think of something and said, "Sir, the ring competition is about to begin. If you want to know relevant information, please open the tablet on the table with detailed information for you to watch. If you want to place bets, you can also buy the contestants you like on it. If you don't have the experience of betting, I suggest you can place the last bets, and I believe there will be surprises."

After saying that, the waiter subconsciously glanced at the fruit plate on the table, but a few seconds later he lowered his head and carefully brought the door. At this time, Yiyi in the fruit plate flew out of the pile of fruits and grabbed Zhang Jian's hair like a chicken coop. Zhang Jian tilted his head and smiled bitterly: "Okay, okay, I'll be in a hurry to follow the power, I officially apologize to Yiyi." Seeing that Zhang Jian's apology was still sincere, Yiyi gave up the ravage of Zhang Jian's hair. After breathing, Yiyi flew to the fruit plate on the table, lying on the edge of the fruit plate and gnawing on the cherry tomatoes happily.

The waiter who came out of Zhang Jian's box came to a huge room behind the venue. In the room, a giant man stood in front of the mirror in a large suit, and several slim girls helped him handle the wrinkles and small details on his clothes. The giant man waved his hand and asked the girls to walk away. The waiter stepped forward and said to the giant man: "Boss, the guest in the No. 1 box is a young man, I don't know if it's Lord Mei..."

The giant man glanced at the suit on his body again, probably feeling uncomfortable, so he frowned and interrupted the waiter: "No matter who he is, the visitor is a guest, just go to entertain him. If he wants to play, just play with him."

"Yes." The waiter lowered his head and retreated into the darkness little by little.

The giant man looked at the disappeared waiter and pulled the suit away disdainfully, revealing the strong chest muscles wrapped in his shirt. The scattered hair, like a knife-shaped face, was like a lonely lion on the grassland. After admiring himself in the mirror, the giant man turned around and took down the metal cane hanging on the wall. The cane was a bronze ware, but the smooth surface made people feel unbelievable. The head of the pole was round and had many fine bronze patterns, and each pattern seemed to have a blood shadow loomed. The body of the pole was about one meter five in length, with a bronze metallic color on it. The tail of the pole was a sharp thorn, like the tail needle of a huge scorpion, exuding a sharp breath. This was a fierce soldier, and the person who could control him must not be a good person. Holding the metal rod, the giant man opened the door and headed to the central box of the venue along the corridor.

At this time, at the entrance of the underground arena, a middle-aged man holding a cigarette in his mouth stood in the middle of the arch, looking at the lively scene in front of him, not sure whether he was happy or disappointed on his face. He patted his left shoulder like dust. The man put away his expression on his face, pretending to be excited and curious, and then he got into the crowd.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!