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As soon as her butt touched the soft chair surface, Long Yuehong found that none of the servants in the other small bays nearby were sitting, even if they entered with tickets.

Dazed for a second, Long Yuehong forcibly pulled herself out of the position, walked behind Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian, and assumed a "professional" posture.

At this moment, another group of people entered the noble box.

Long Yuehong, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao looked over and saw a familiar face.

General Phocas the Lion!

Why is he here?Long Yuehong was startled.

……

Near Antana Street, in a small shop selling moonshine.

"You're really lucky. This is a successful match, the first match!" The organ dealer Yan Miao said with a smile as he led Han Wanghuo in, "Maybe it's like a gray proverb said. Well, good people will be rewarded. Hehe, although I am also a gray earth person, I grew up in the original city, so I don’t know much about the gray earth culture..."

Han Wanghuo ignored his nagging and asked directly:

"Is that the lady you mentioned last time?"

"Yes, you'll see her later." Yan Miao turned to a booth in the corner of the shop, pointed to the opposite side, and said, "Wait for another quarter of an hour."

"I thought you would be punctual." Han Wanghuo said calmly.

Shouldn't such illegal transactions be accurate to the minute? How could there be any reason to wait so long?

Yan Miao smiled and said:

"What are you worried about? Even if you meet a sheriff, it's the boss here who should be afraid, not us.

"A man and a woman add an introducer to meet, what else can happen?"

Han Wanghuo nodded slightly and sat down.

He didn't know how to respond to Yan Miao's words just now, so he could only keep silent.

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Han Wanghuo didn't wait too long, that is, five or six minutes later, a woman walked into this small shop selling bootleg wine.

Yan Miao raised her right hand and signaled:

"This way."

Han Wanghuo followed and saw the appearance of the visitor clearly.

She is very young, she looks about 20 years old, and she is short, probably less than 1.6 meters. She has facial features, neither beautiful nor ugly, and has the unique softness of gray people.

After the first glance, Han Wanghuo noticed that the woman's complexion was not very good, and her body was slender and thin, giving people a feeling that she was sick and not healthy enough.

She has short hair, tanned skin, and is wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt, blue denim trousers, and brown toe shoes.

This set was obviously scavenged from the ruins of old world cities. There were no patches or cracks, but it was very old.

The visitor walked to Yan Miao, opposite Han Wanghuo, and sat down slowly.

From the way she walked, Han Wanghuo couldn't tell that she was terminally ill.

At the same time, he also found that the woman's waist was bulging, and she should have hidden a pistol.

"Let me introduce." Yan Miao said with a smile, "Zeng Duo, a voluntary organ donor, hehe, I don't know if it's his real name, and I don't need to know, it's just a code anyway."

He immediately said to Zeng Duo:

"Old Han, he only gave his surname and didn't mention his name. I was also very embarrassed, so I could only call him that.

"We're all gray people, don't be too cautious."

"Hello." Zeng Duo nodded to Han Wanghuo.

Han Wang got back with the same action:

"Hello."

"Would you like something to drink? The moonshine wine here is very good, and the owner used to be the winemaker of a noble manor." Yan Miao enlivened the atmosphere, as if he was really arranging a blind date, "Haha, of course it's not my treat, Am I such a generous person?"

"Forget it." Zeng Duo paused and said again, "I don't drink."

"Let me do it." Han Wanghuo thought that the girl opposite him would not live long, and felt a little sympathetic for a while.

Anyway, he had worked as a security officer for so long at the smuggling node of Hongshiji, and he had saved a lot of supplies, so he was fairly well off.

Zeng Duo shook his head again:

"I don't drink because I hate it.

"It is a waste of food, and many people on the gray soil are starving."

Yan Miao sighed:

"Why bother? The food won't reach them, so it's better to comfort our stomachs.

"You are saving money for Lao Han."

He ended the topic with regret, and said to Han Wanghuo:

"Zeng Duo is willing to donate her heart to you, but she needs a lot of compensation."

Zeng Duo nodded next to her, indicating that there is no problem with what Yan Miao said.

She thought for a moment and added:

"If you're worried about me not fulfilling the contract and running away secretly, then from now on, I'll be by your side and under your watchful eye."

Han Wanghuo's messy and fierce eyebrows moved:

"Aren't you afraid that I'll find a chance to knock you out and take you to the clinic? That way you don't even need to pay for it."

"Ha, you are such a good person, you even reminded her." Yan Miao laughed and shook her head, with a look of hating iron but not steel.

Zeng Duo calmly replied:

"I still have enough self-preservation ability."

Han Wanghuo took a breath, exhaled slowly, looked into her eyes and said:

"Tell me, what request?"

Zeng Duo answered frankly:

"Save a small town."

……

The highest arena, inside the noble box.

Seeing General Phocas leading a group of people in, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Long Yuehong just took a look, and then looked away, so as not to attract the other party's attention and be seen.

Phocas didn't pay attention to them either, just casually glanced around, entered his own room, and sat down.

Shang Jian Yao looked over there and said with regret:

"Dukas isn't here."

He was referring to the muscle-obsessed city defense major.

"Kasirer didn't come either." Jiang Baimian nodded, "They are officers of the City Defense Army, not Phokas's personal bodyguards, so they cannot follow them all the time."

Long Yuehong originally wanted to ask Shang Jianyao why he regretted that Dukas hadn't come, but thinking of her status as a servant, she forcibly shut her mouth again.

Fortunately, Jiang Baimian "helped" him by asking:

"Why, you want to use your current appearance to wrestle with him once?"

Shang Jianyao cast his eyes on the arena below, shook his head seriously and said:

"No, I want him to wrestle with you again.

"If he fails to recognize you, he will feel that he has lost to women twice in a row, and he will definitely be hit hard. He will no longer be superstitious about muscles, and look down on women with less exaggerated muscles."

"You are so kind..." Jiang Baimian didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing for Dukas.

Then, she nodded her head invisibly, and said to herself in her heart:

"In the absence of Dukas and Cassirer, General Phocas is still surrounded by guards and no bodyguards... This shows that he is very confident in his own strength..."

While they were talking, one after another nobles brought their servants and bodyguards into the box.

About 10 minutes later, Long Yuehong's eyes lit up, and she saw one of the two goals of this initial city trip:

Ole's grandson Marcus!

He is not very similar to his cousin Avia, with yellow hair instead of gold, light blue eyes, a pointed nose, thick lips, and a slightly horizontal face. The overall image is very ordinary, only about 1.8 meters five tall Handy.

While walking, Marcus always had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes at all. When he was not looking at anyone, he even looked threatening.

"It seems that the temper is not very good, maybe the environment is too depressing." Jiang Baimian tried his best to suppress his voice and commented in a low voice.

As the descendants of Aure, although Marcus and Avia have received a lot of preferential treatment and strict protection, they are also subject to vigilance. They can neither enter the army nor become elders. Without the right to speak, it is like a pet being raised.

But for those who are a little bit ambitious and want to make some achievements, such an environment is very depressing.

Shang Jianyao immediately made a suggestion:

"Should put him on Old World Entertainment."

"Not everyone is obsessed with this, and some prefer to make a difference in reality." Jiang Baimian withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at Marcus, so as not to be noticed by the strong man who secretly protected the descendant of Aure.

Of course, during this process, Shang Jianyao deliberately made eye contact with Marcus according to the pre-arranged plan.

He nodded slightly as a greeting.

This is mainly to get familiar.

Marcus returned a polite nod, as he did to other nobles.

He was not surprised by Shang Jianyao's strangeness. After all, after two or three generations of reproduction, coupled with the continuous stream of military nobles, the number of upper-class people in the "First City" is not small at all, unless they usually mix in the same circle, or the two sides The parents are prominent and have a high status, so it is normal for the children of the nobles to interact with each other.

This is not counting the existence of a large number of illegitimate children.

Of course, once the family tree is reported, they will still know who it is.

After not looking at Marcus anymore, Jiang Baimian glanced at the four bodyguards he was bringing with him.

They are tall and strong, wearing black suits, and sunglasses on the bridge of their noses, making it impossible to tell where they are looking.

This performance was too professional, which made Jiang Baimian suspect that there were no awakened, deformed or modified people among them, and they were just ordinary bodyguards used to show that everything was normal.

As for the strong man in the dark, she has not found any trace for the time being.

Not long after Marcus was seated, the gates on both sides of the arena opened, revealing the situation behind the iron fence.

On the right side of the noble box is today's gladiator. He is usually locked in a room behind the iron fence and exists only for competitions.

He is a Honghe native, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with short blond hair, wearing leather armor, holding a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, as if he just returned from the classical era.

The gladiator had a thick beard on his face, and his eyes showed obvious anger and aggrievedness.

According to the pre-match promotional materials, Jiang Baimian knew that he was originally a citizen, brave in battle, and had a bright future. Unfortunately, in one operation, he violated the order of the noble officer, causing the loss of the team, was arrested and sentenced, and became a slave.

After that, he took the initiative to apply to be a gladiator, wanting to win freedom with his life.

This time, his opponent was a deformed creature.

Even just looking at it from afar, Long Yuehong could feel the powerful pressure of that creature.

It was a black tiger that was a circle bigger than its kind, with two heads growing from its neck, and it let out a threatening low growl at the same time.

Bang, bang, bang!

Most of the spectators in the arena slapped the specially-made armrests of the seats, creating a drum-like movement.

The atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Jiang Baimian noticed that Marcus was also slapping, and he was very fanatical, as if he was immersed in it.

At this moment, a nobleman picked up his cup and took a sip of water.

Suddenly, he choked and coughed again and again.

This wasn't a big deal at first, but the nobleman couldn't stop coughing, his face turned red quickly, his body bent up, and he fell to the ground.

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