Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity Chapter 68

The prosperous Bayam, the whole city, was artificially divided into two completely different worlds.

This is very similar to Backlund.

Backlund's eastern district is impoverished, numb, debilitated... while Bayam's dock district is chaotic, indulgent, crazy...

There are two roads leading to death, and it is not clear who is more noble than the other.

Joyce strolled down the street and seemed to feel the arrogant desires and evil thoughts constantly rising.

He hadn't personally summed up the rules for playing "Instigator", he just wanted to imitate the experience of "Senior".

Like Triss, instigating the crew of the entire ship to kill each other, in order to achieve the purpose of digesting the potion...

As a result, Bayam's dock area became his best choice.

Here, pirates and gangsters are rampant, and people disappear or even die every day, enough to cover up the disaster he created when he plays... Joyce's original idea was to join an evil pirate group and use the ability of "abetting" to break it apart...

But before that, he intends to test the water first. After all, the meal needs to be eaten one bite at a time, and the road has to be taken one step at a time. If you take a big step, it is easy to pull the egg...

Think far...

He swaggered in a bar called "Tulip".

At this moment, Joyce took off the delicate dress of aristocrats and put on cheap clothes. His skin was deliberately made rough, and his hair was messy on his forehead.

He took out two coins and put them on the table pretending to be bold, his eyes always glancing at the back door of the bar:

"A glass of Southville beer."

The bartender's eyes were quite vicious. He clearly noticed that the man in front of him surreptitiously glanced at the coins he had paid, as if he was reluctant to give up, and quickly came to the conclusion: a poor guy is still a gambler.

A full glass of beer, golden foam floated up, Joyce immediately stepped forward and took a sip.

The bar put away the coins and said lukewarmly:

"The game will start soon, you can go down."

Upon hearing this, Joyce showed a sincere smile, said "Thank you," picked up the glass, turned and walked underground.

The bar in the dock area, if you don't have any exciting projects, then you are embarrassed to open the door!

The most famous place in the bar in front of you is its underground boxing ring. Because it often beats people to death in the ring, it is very popular.

So, it was lucky enough to be Joyce's first experiment.

The so-called underground boxing ring maintains the most primitive style. There is a ring in the center of the hall, and there are no seats around, but it still attracts many spectators to watch the game.

When Joyce came in, the game had not yet started, and there was only a woman in ragged clothes dancing a hot dance in the ring.

Unfortunately, the audience under the stage did not buy it, and some even shouted:

"Why hasn't the game started yet?"

"Yeah, start quickly!"

"I've been waiting for the flowers to thank you..."

The dancer wasn't embarrassed either. She ended the warm-up session ahead of schedule, took a breath, and acted as the host with a smile on her face.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, then, the game will start soon!"

"First of all, let's invite our defender today, the berserker who has not lost a single game in thirteen consecutive games and killed his opponent seven times, Hansen!"

As the woman's introduction sounded, a bald head with a big shoulder and a round waist walked onto the ring, took off his cape, turned red and raised his arms and shouted.

The audience under the stage was even more enthusiastic, waving the documents in their hands, shouting "Hansen", "God of War" and other titles... These people probably put the gold pounds on him.

Later, the woman introduced again: "Now, welcome to today's challenger, a little-known boy, Evan."

It's a pity that the cheers this time were covered up by waves of boos.

Evan is a young man with a shorter stature, but his muscles are bulging and he looks full of strength. He jumps onto the ring, looking very relaxed.

With the woman's loud announcement, the game officially started.

After a short confrontation, the two contestants fought fiercely. The feeling of punching to the flesh made the audience's adrenaline surge, and they kept shouting and cheering.

Unfortunately, in Joyce's view, the two of them together are not his opponents.

In addition, from his professional point of view, the battle between the two on the stage looks like passion, but in fact it looks like acting.

Bald-headed Hansen's moves are fierce and have always had the upper hand, but his attack will not cause much damage to the opponent at all, and it seems that he is deliberately holding back.

On the other hand, Evan's few counterattacks caused considerable damage, and he didn't look urgent at all, full of confidence.

It didn't take much wisdom for Joyce to guess that the two were playing match-fixing.

Looking at the stand upstairs, as expected, he saw a middle-aged man holding red wine watching the game with great interest.

He should be the owner of the bar... Joyce guessed in his heart, and then a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he waited until halftime.

This period of time is not only to give the fighters a rest, but more importantly, to allow enough time for the audience to raise their bets according to the situation on the field...

Joyce easily squeezed into the crowd and came to the favored bald Hansen.

He lowered his voice and said:

"That guy didn't just want you to lose, he wanted to take the opportunity to kill you."

Hearing this, Hansen turned his head sharply and saw a lot of people around him, talking so loudly that he couldn't tell who the words came from.

However, there seemed to be some kind of magic in those words, which aroused suspicion and malice in his heart.

Hansen turned to look at his opponent. The boy named Evan was staring at him with confidence, arrogance, and "killing intent" in his eyes.

He really wanted to kill me, is this what the boss meant, or... the thoughts in his mind became more and more chaotic, Hansen stood up and waited for the start of the second half.

When the two met, Evan said in a low voice:

"Don't forget the boss's orders."

Hansen nodded expressionlessly, becoming more and more convinced of what he just said.

As a result, his next attack was even more violent, like a violent storm, hitting the opponent only with parry power, without any ability to fight back.

Finally, he hit Evan in the jaw with an uppercut, and the latter fell heavily and lost consciousness for a short time.

The bald Hansen won the final victory. He let out his grievance with a roar, and accepted the enthusiastic cheers of the audience who won the money.

Joyce noticed that the owner of the stand upstairs crushed the wine glass in his hand and disappeared from his sight.

Chapter end

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