At nine o 'clock in the evening, the mixed martial arts competition in the Storm Stadium was still going on.
At this time, in the central control room, a white middle-aged man in a referee's uniform was sitting in front of a screen, watching a video over and over again.
If Tao Ran was still here, he would recognize him as the referee who presided over the fight between him and Ichabod.
"Sampson, are you still watching this video?"
A middle-aged man of similar age next to him, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, looked over with a puzzled expression. "Hasn't the appraisal finished? It said that the explosion was caused by a malfunction in the armor?"
"That was only the result of the preliminary appraisal. The tone of the appraiser at the time was also very uncertain."
Sampson frowned, and a few knife-like creases appeared on his forehead. "According to his initial judgment, the armor shouldn't have exploded for no reason. Ichabod's neck component should have been hit by at least ten tons of force in an instant, which exceeded the bearing capacity of the armor. That's why Ichabod was instantly blown away, and the armor was completely destroyed."
The middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh. "Are you kidding me? Ten tons of impact force, then Ichabod's opponent's professional level is at least above level six, right? Do you have any evidence? You should have noticed it at the time, right? "
"First of all, I have to admit that I was a little distracted at the time, so I can't rule out this possibility."
Sampson looked helpless. "And the appraiser did say that to me. Because there was no evidence to support it, the appraisal result was that the armor malfunctioned. But the appraiser insisted that the armor be sent to the Exxon Mana Laboratory for a detailed third-party test, and Nathan Sports Group also supported his opinion. "
"Nathan Group is the armor sponsor of NHSAA. Of course they don't want their products to have problems. This is likely to be a big scandal."
The middle-aged man said sarcastically, and then asked, "What about you? After watching the video so many times, did you find anything? "
"No! Just from the video at the time, no one or anything came into contact with Ichabod. "
Sampson crossed his arms in front of his chest. "This is the result of my continuous rewinding and careful inspection frame by frame. I can afford to take responsibility. Unless? "
"Unless what?" The middle-aged man took a sip of coffee indifferently.
"But at that time, unless his opponent, Andrew Lee Wildenstein, had a sword speed of at least 320 kilometers per hour and escaped the capture of our special cameras, he wouldn't have been able to do so."
Sampson shook his head. "But that's even more unbelievable, isn't it? Even a level-seven Shadowman doesn't have such an ability. "
"So, why are you so conflicted here?"
The middle-aged man laughed. "The competition is almost over. I think we should find a bar to get together and relax a little. Right? Sampson? "
…
The school bus that Tao Ran and William Jacques took had already arrived at the Wanderer Street where they lived.
Unlike the high-spirited person he was an hour ago, when William Jacques got out of the car, his whole body was weak. His face was as dispirited as a bitter gourd, and he was still muttering to himself, "Why? Why? This shouldn't have happened. That guy shouldn't have been my opponent. Why was I the one who lost in the end? I was actually eliminated in the first round. Heavens! What will Louise think of me? The unreliable William? "
"You were too confident and attacked too hastily."
Tao Ran evaluated emotionlessly. "It would be strange if I didn't lose to him. In short, you were careless. "
As he spoke, his gaze moved to the side and lingered on the body of a young girl who had just gotten off the bus.
Tao Ran guessed that the girl was about 20 years old. She had a delicate face and fair skin. She wore a tight white T-shirt and hot pants, which accentuated her curvaceous figure.
In the Original Sky Realm, such attire would be considered offensive to the extreme. Even the most liberal female disciples of the Joyous Union Sect would not wear such attire.
Even in this world, it was very out of line. This was the Wanderer Street, one of the top three streets in Atlanta for the rate of forced exposure. It was easy for a girl to get into trouble with such attire.
Of course, Tao Ran was not in the mood to be a busybody. He knew that this young girl should be the so-called call girl of this world. When he was on the bus just now, he had heard with his own ears that this girl was seducing a civil servant who lived in the neighboring street. She had even offered 500 gold duns a night.
The girl's revealing attire was clearly due to her occupation. It was not his place to care.
However, Tao Ran could not ignore it. At this moment, an evil fire was burning in his heart. This forced him to firmly lock his gaze on this young girl. His eyes even turned slightly scarlet.
This situation made Tao Ran feel incredulous. He could only use all his strength to suppress his urge to pounce on her.
Was this also an inner demon?
However, Tao Ran knew that he was not a pervert. He would not stoop so low as to develop feelings for a call girl. What was the difference between him and a beast?
Inner demons were born from one's own longing and desire. The current situation did not make sense.
"Hey! You're just a guy who was scared stiff on the stage. You have no right to talk to me! "
William Jacques did not notice his good friend's abnormality. He walked alone in front and snorted discontentedly, "It's that guy who is despicable. He's too despicable and shameless!"
"Well, if you interpret reasonable tactics as despicable."
As the young girl gradually walked away, Tao Ran finally managed to calm his restless qi and blood. But at this time, in his Yi Sea, there were still many distracting thoughts. He really did not have the strength to argue with the fool beside him.
"In my memory, there is a resurrection process for the losers of the fighting competition, right? You can still fight your way out of the losers group. "
"Losers group? Ha! "
The corner of William's mouth twisted. "It's easy for you to say. There are more hidden dragons and crouching tigers! There are more than 100 schools in Atlanta, a total of 2000 people competing for the top 64 places in the losers group. Don't you think this is too cruel, Ammo? "
"I can spare time to teach you —"
Tao Ran hesitated for a moment. "Every day after dinner, I can teach you for half an hour."
This was on account of the fact that William Jacques was the best friend of the original body so far and had helped him get rid of the demons in his heart.
Tao Ran predicted that he would be very busy in the coming days. He needed to spend a certain amount of time and energy to understand this world and establish himself here. There was also the small problem just now that had to be solved as soon as possible.
Every day he would spare half an hour for William, he was already very sincere.
"You teach me? Forget it! I think you'd better solve your own problem first. Next time you won't be so lucky. "
William waved his hand weakly. "I think I need to go home first to calm down. See you tomorrow! Lucky Ammo. "
Tao Ran watched William's back until he disappeared at the corner of the street ahead. Only then did he shake his head and walk in another direction.
The original body and William lived in the same street, but their residences were more than 300 meters apart, on the left and right sides of the school bus stop.
By the time Tao Ran followed the original body's memory and found his residence, it was already ten minutes later.
This was a very old apartment, and Tao Ran's residence was a half-open basement of more than 30 square meters.
Tao Ran had originally planned to wait until he was alone to continue cleaning up Li Mochen's memory. But when he returned to this basement, he gave up on his previous plan and threw himself onto the bed, beginning to sleep soundly.
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