He was a Ghost Assassin who had returned from the apocalypse. He had been sleeping in the body of an honest university student for too long.
He couldn't wait to enjoy the thrill of hunting in the dark again.
Based on the information he got from the rat people, there were only three high-level gladiator fights that involved totem power in the arena where Big Buck was.
Then, the rat people would be testing all sorts of strange new weapons and new tactics that would allow them to come up with new strategies.
Ninety-nine percent of the new weapons and tactics were trash.
Very few spectators were interested in such boring games.
The lives of the rat people were not worth much anyway.
So, there was no need for someone like Big Buck to watch.
He would end his work for the day around the "Moment of the Tiger".
The Turan civilization divided a day into twelve ticks, and each tick was equivalent to two hours. They were named after beasts.
The Moment of the Tiger was around four in the afternoon.
After he finished his work, there was a high chance that Big Buck would go to the tavern or casino next to the Blood Skull Coliseum with his companions to kill time.
Besides, he had not been to Sugar House for three days.
After he started gambling, Meng Chao did not think that he could resist the temptation.
Based on his usual routine, he would enter the shabby alley that led to Sugar House when he was halfway through the Moment of the Eagle.
At the Moment of the Insect, he would leave Sugar House at around ten at night and return to the Blood Skull Coliseum before his companions. He would pretend that he had been training and that he was drenched in sweat.
As for the other customers, they would usually leave Sugar House in the middle of the night when it was quiet.
This meant that there was a high chance that Big Buck would appear alone in the shabby alley that Meng Chao had explored and simulated several times during the Moment of the Insect.
As for Mr. Wild Boar Buck from Red Creek Town.
He still appeared at the tavern on time every day and scolded Big Buck in public. He also swore that he would take revenge.
Based on the traditions of the Turan people, he would scold Big Buck for five to seven days.
Then, Wild Boar Buck would "leave in anger" under his companions' persistent persuasion. It could be considered as him temporarily giving Big Buck a leg up and protecting his own dignity.
Meng Chao memorized all the details one last time.
Meng Chao smiled faintly and got up from the medicinal liquid, which was now as thin as water.
Then he saw the Ice Storm sitting opposite him, looking at him expressionlessly.
Just like last time.
Meng Chao sat down.
"You know, I suddenly had a very bold idea. Don't tell me that you weren't injured at all?"
The Ice Storm frowned. "You pretended to be covered in blood and wounds so that Leaf and the rest of them would be moved by your bravery and fearlessness. That's because you coveted the free secret drugs here!"
Meng Chao lowered his head and looked at the scabs that were quickly falling off his body. His skin was glowing, and his flesh gave off a sense of strength.
However, there was no trace of embarrassment on his face.
"Believe me, I'm seriously injured and weak."
"I might look like I've recovered, but in truth, that's just a facade. I might be strong on the outside, but I'm actually weak on the inside."
"…"
The Ice Storm placed a hand on her forehead and sucked in a deep breath. "Alright, we said that we wouldn't investigate each other's strength. Since the saber technique you taught me is really useful, I don't care whether you're really injured or just pretending.
"But Mister Harvester, since you're so weak, why aren't you resting in the medicinal tank? Instead, you crawled out with such an excited look on your face. Where are you going?"
Meng Chao instinctively touched his face.
"Am I excited?" he asked the Ice Storm.
"You are," the Snow Leopard Warrior said.
The Snow Leopard female warrior said, "I've seen similar expressions on the faces of many clans' warriors. Usually, after they put on such an expression, they would either go off to commit murder or arson, or use underhanded means to ambush others and rob them of their valuables.
"Besides, over the past few days, you didn't put all your heart and soul into training Leaf and the other rat people like you did during the last training. Instead, you went out at night and came and went like a shadow. You even sneakily went to do some strange things that no one has ever seen before.
"My instincts tell me that you might go out and cause great trouble."
Meng Chao scratched his head.
"You're wrong about me, Lady Ice Storm," he said sincerely.
"Even if I really cause trouble, it won't be as big as what you're facing. As the saying goes, when there are too many lice, there's no itch, and when there's too much debt, there's no need to worry about it. Sometimes, there's not much difference between one fatal trouble and ten fatal troubles.
"I believe that you must have realized this as well, which is why you were so fearless and tore the second totem armor, right?"
The Ice Storm snorted coldly.
"Even though I don't know what kind of trouble you're facing, I know that it's about to explode," Meng Chao continued.
"I heard from the rat people labourers that while your fighting style looked dazzling and fierce on the surface, you were actually very calm, and you had a sense of propriety when you attacked.
"After all, you're an outsider with no background in Black Horn City, and you're not willing to completely join the Bloodhoof Family. That's why you rarely offend powerful people who will bring you trouble.
"But in the last two fights, you heavily injured two gladiators with powerful backgrounds. You tore and snatched their totem armors.
"You're chasing after victory and snatching armors in a frenzy, and you don't even care about whether you'll offend the Iron Skin Family. This makes me guess that your trouble is about to explode, and it's definitely more serious than the Iron Skin Family's anger.
"If that's the case, the trouble I'm about to cause is nothing compared to the trouble you've already caused.
"But as long as we continue to work together sincerely like we did in the past half a month and fight side by side, I believe that no matter how big the trouble is, we can solve it together."
The Ice Storm thought about it for a long time.
"You're really willing to help me solve my trouble, even if you don't know what it is?" She could not believe it.
Meng Chao smiled.
"Please believe me. In front of the trouble I'll solve in the end, all the troubles in the world are nothing," he said faintly.
"…"
The Ice Storm was silent for a moment as she digested Meng Chao's arrogant words, which contained a lot of information.
Then, she asked, "How long will you be gone for?"
"Around three hours," Meng Chao said.
"I'll be back before the Moment of the Snake."
"Do you need my help?"
"Not for the time being."
"Then do I need to know what you're going to do?"
"Not for the time being. But tomorrow morning, Lady Ice Storm will know."
"Alright, be careful. The Iron Skin Family has their eyes on me, and Casava has his eyes on you."
"Then we have to race against time. Get ready to solve all the trouble!"
…
The Moment of the Bear.
Old Ironsmith Tavern.
Wild Boar Buck smashed the empty wine cup on the table made of tree stumps. He wiped his beard that was stained with inferior wine and roared angrily at everyone in the tavern, "By the power of the Battle Blade! I swear on the name of my ancestors! That arena was really slippery! "
"Indeed!"
At the same table, the Wild Boar Warriors, who were also from Red Creek Town, hurriedly testified for him. "We all saw it. There were still bloodstains from the previous fight on the arena. You were about to defeat that guy, but you accidentally slipped and lost to him."
"And I didn't use my full strength!"
Wild Boar Barker said with bloodshot eyes. "For the friendship between the Iron Skin Family and the Bloodhoof Family! For the unity of the entire Bloodhoof Family! I only used half of my strength! Who knew that this bastard would use his full strength! "
"That's right. Of course you didn't use your full strength," his companions said.
"If you had used your full strength, Barker from the Bloodhoof Family would have flown out of the arena a long time ago. How could he have relied on a despicable and shameless ambush to snatch away the victory that should have been yours?"
"I'm Barker from Red Creek Town!"
Wild Boar Barker crushed the empty wine cup into a ball of sawdust and roared for the third time. "My grandfather's grandfather once killed countless Purrling Beasts, Thunder Squaller Beasts, and Six-Armed Gorillas in the forest. The blood of these totem beasts dyed the entire stream red!
"My grandpa once followed Turan's army into the Land of Holy Light. Before he was turned into meat paste by the holy light, he chopped off the heads of a hundred night watchers, fifty ascetics, and thirty sorcerers. He even stepped on two dwarfs who were crawling out of the ground and killed them!
"My father was the greatest warrior in a hundred mile radius of Red Creek Town. He could throw a rock that was even bigger than an Elephant-Man over a distance of a hundred arms.
"And I, with such a glorious bloodline flowing in my veins, and all the ancestors' souls are watching me, I definitely won't lose to this guy named Barker. No, he doesn't even have the right to be called Barker. One day, I will beat him up so badly that he won't dare to use this name again!"
"Praise the ancestors' souls!"
"Battle-Axe above, no one can humiliate the warriors from Red Creek Town like this, no one!"
"One day, we will definitely get rid of this' Big Barker '!"
Most of Wild Boar Barker's companions also had the surname "Red Creek", and they were all his brothers. They shared the same bloodline and worshiped the same ancestors' souls.
The humiliation Wild Boar Buck suffered was their humiliation.
Barker's hatred was their hatred.
Under the pressure of a common enemy, the atmosphere quickly reached its peak.
Taking revenge aside, at least they had drunk a lot of inferior wine made from the shell of the Mandala Fruit.
Normally, even if the Mandala Fruit bloomed, there would be a shortage of ingredients, and the price of the wine would change every day.
With the status of the local tyrants, they wouldn't drink the cheapest wine in a third-rate tavern like this.
The problem was that a few days ago on the arena, they had bet almost everything on Wild Boar Barker, and lost everything.
They could only close their eyes and drink cup after cup, ignoring the dregs in the murky wine, including the straw.
Deep in their throats, they felt as if there was a burning chain pulling them back and forth.
This caused them to gnash their teeth in hatred towards the Bloodhoof Clan's Big Buck.
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