TV programs had always been a long-lasting spiritual entertainment in human society. However, whether it was a TV series or a variety show, they could not always maintain their popularity. But there was one program that was an exception.
That was … the live broadcast of the Sky Arena's fights!
Just one fight, but it affected an unimaginable chain of interests. The legalized gambling involved the whole world. Even if they did not have to come to the scene, they could bet online. Even the surrounding news was more valuable than entertainment news.
Because, through various channels, even the audience who bet online could only learn some important information from the news related to the Sky Arena.
With such a huge audience base, the sales of this kind of newspaper were really amazing.
A few months ago, the reporters wantonly reported all kinds of "him" in the heart of the floor owner, An Tongmu, and interpreted many versions. After that, there was no news, but now it was revived!
In order to get the first-hand news, the reporters' methods could not be underestimated. They did not need to interview An Tongmu directly. They could fabricate some eye-popping news based on some gossip.
Today, An Tongmu deliberately blocked Law's action at the entrance of the passage. It was not long before the reporters got their hands on it. Coupled with Law's fight, and the confirmed time of the fight, suddenly made the reporters who were good at fabricating nonsense collectively excited!
The whole process, in less than an hour, all kinds of reports came out and came one after another. Even the fight previews began to be sent to the advertisements.
Law, the hot dark horse newcomer recently, plus the identity that seemed to be related to An Tongmu.
An Tongmu, the floor owner of the 230th floor, although he lost three fingers a year ago, he still held the floor until now.
Sandy, the strong contestant, was expected to compete for the position of floor owner.
Tie Law, An Tongmu, and Sandy together, and then stir up the popularity, attract the attention of the audience, and use this fight as tomorrow's blockbuster!
Obvious benefits were in front of the eyes, even the Sky Arena helped to promote it.
Therefore, when Law's fight was over, the small noodle house in the distant continent also began to broadcast the promotion and advertisement of tomorrow's fight.
On the small color TV, there was a deep male voice. After the scenes were edited, one after another flashed and changed at a rate of one second. Coupled with the exciting background music, it was enough to attract anyone's attention.
When the exciting scenes were over, two photos appeared on the TV. They were the recent photos of Law and Sandy, arranged on the left and right sides, and in the middle was a burning "VS" letter like a flame!
At the same time, the deep male voice ended his speech.
"The dark horse newcomer who is suspected to have snatched away three of Floor Master An Tongmu's fingers. His first battle will be against Arsonist Sandy, who is only one step away from the throne of Floor Master!"
"The competition will start at 3 pm tomorrow. Please look forward to it!"
Woking's mouth hadn't closed since the spray started. He stared blankly at the long commercial on the TV before coming back to his senses.
Nobunaga's face was covered in noodles, but he did not have the time to clean it up. He turned to look at the television on the wooden stand, and his entire neck seemed to be frozen.
"Sky Arena …"
Machi's eyes were filled with an inexplicable emotion. He played with the wooden chopsticks in his hand and spun them around his fingertips like he was spinning a pen. After a few rounds, the chopsticks suddenly broke into a dozen pieces and fell on the table.
At this time, there were only three customers in the store, Machi and the other two. The boss was standing behind the counter, intentionally or unintentionally looking at Machi and the others. When the chopsticks inexplicably broke into a dozen pieces, he suddenly became silent.
After breaking the chopsticks, Machi pursed his lips and covered the remains of the chopsticks with his hand and snorted.
Woking buried his head and stuffed the remaining noodles into his mouth. After chewing a few times, he swallowed them all into his stomach and then said, "Do you want to go or not?"
The place he was asking was naturally the Sky Arena.
Ten days ago, after more than a year of training, the exploration team tried their hand at looting the exhibits in a famous museum.
The mission of the Phantom Squadron was to steal, but they didn't know how to do fine work. They clumsily alarmed the people in charge of the museum's security work. Later, the two sides began to fight. The security personnel who were not weak were all killed by the Phantom Squadron.
After that, Culolo went to look for new members, so the other members were allowed to move freely with the identity of [Nobody].
Originally, after eating this meal, Woking, Nobunaga, and Machi were going to leave. Who would have thought that the TV suddenly played an advertisement about Law. It was a preview of the battle in the Sky Arena.
"Of course we're going." Nobunaga reached out and grabbed the noodles hanging on his face and threw them at Woking, who easily dodged.
"Let's go." Machi said.
"The Sky Arena looks very interesting. I'm going to participate. What about you guys?" Woking pinched his fingers and laughed.
Now that they were in a state of free movement, the group would not give any orders in a short time, so they could go and play with Law.
"I won't participate." Machi said lightly.
"With Law, I will definitely participate." Nobunaga said.
"Then let's find a place to watch the competition first." Machi suggested.
"Okay."
Woking nodded, then got up, took out a handful of money from his pocket and slapped it on the table.
Nobunaga and Machi also got up, and the three of them walked directly to the door.
The boss waited until they were out of the shop before he dared to come to the table to collect the money. When he looked, he found that Woking had paid far more than the price of the meal.
"Customer, wait, I still need your change!"
The boss was shocked. He grabbed the money and hurried out of the shop. Looking at the long road on both sides, Woking and the others were nowhere to be seen.
"Gulp."
The boss swallowed. The road was so long, and the three customers had only left for a few seconds. How could they have disappeared?
.....
In an office building, the smell of blood quietly spread.
On the disorderly desk, there was a mess of things piled up. Empty lunchboxes, pitch-black pistols, and sharp watermelon knives could be vaguely seen.
On the ground, men in black suits were lying on the ground. A rough estimate put them at least a hundred people, but they were all lying on the ground without making a sound. A large amount of blood flowed from their bodies.
In the whole room, there was only the sound coming from the TV.
A tall red-haired man sat on a corpse, facing the TV. Blood spread from the soles of his feet and flowed through the soles of his shoes, but he didn't care at all.
This man was none other than Xi Suo.
Sitting on the corpse, Caesar played with a few poker cards in his hand. As his fingers danced, the poker cards danced like butterflies.
"Hmm …"
Looking at a picture that appeared on the TV, Caesar made an inexplicable whisper.
His curved eyes were slowly relaxing, and the irrepressible excitement in his eyes gradually subsided.
"Hmm, an omnipotent magician …"
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