Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 39 Morning Tea
In the morning, Goethe followed the smell and turned into an alley.
When he saw the familiar architectural style around him, Goethe almost thought he had returned to his hometown.
But upon closer inspection, I immediately discovered something different.
The buildings here are sharper and more compact than those back home.
But the 'smell' that comes from it is quite good.
Guangfu Tea House!
Goethe looked at the red sign with gold edges and the green tile eaves, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up - although it was not the same, but this similarity was enough to make Goethe happy, especially the familiar food inside made Goethe feel sincerely happy.
"One basket each of chicken feet, spare ribs, barbecued pork, and lava buns, two baskets of shrimp dumplings, a durian pastry, and a serving of beef rice noodle rolls, and I want Pu'er tea."
Goethe found a seat in the corner, sat down, glanced at the menu and ordered immediately.
The young man in antique clothes wrote in three copies - the white one was put into the kitchen last, but the handwriting was clearly visible; the green one was put in the middle on the counter for reconciliation; and the red one was left on the top for the customers, symbolizing prosperity.
Especially the ancient costume imitating the one in his hometown, which made Goethe feel like he was "going home" again.
"Modeus, you are indeed like me!"
"No! That's not right!"
"You should be called 'Zhao Jingjue' here."
Goethe sat there and sighed.
When leaving 'Mingzhi Real Estate' last night, Goethe subconsciously searched for the whereabouts of the 'Mad King' - with computers and the Internet, such a search became simple.
In fact, just by typing in the name 'Modeus', a series of entries appeared.
Break the void!
The Saint of Martial Arts!
The creator of the original 'secret weapon'!
The creator of the 'Unlimited Fighting Tournament'!
These are the most frequently occurring terms.
The next most common entries are "having unique artistic taste", "creating an era of art", and "pursuing unique delicacies" .
'After Modus changed his name to 'Zhao Jingjue', his strength became even more unfathomable!'
'Change your name, you can change your destiny!'
'The new name gives the Martial Saint new power!'
These entries appear in some almost urban legends.
However, the name 'Zhao Jingjue' surprised Goethe.
It's a name that fits the format of his hometown very well.
There are also the words of the hometown engraved inside the 'Ring of the Mad King'.
Everything seemed to become obvious.
He and the 'Mad King' should be from the same hometown.
and……
It seems to be our family!
Of course, as an orphan, he had no so-called relatives in his memory, but this did not prevent Goethe from thinking of the saying in his hometown: We were one family five hundred years ago.
"I got tired of the food in the anchor world, so I found an opportunity to change a 'secret' world into my own appearance - that's pretty impressive."
Goethe praised in his heart.
There are some weird things about 'Mad King'.
But there are certain aspects that made Goethe admire him immensely.
It's not just the work of 'Anchor World'.
And also the actions in the 'secret' world.
Especially in this 'secret' world in front of him, from the 'First Unlimited Fighting Tournament' to the 'Tenth Unlimited Fighting Tournament', it has been held every ten years for a full hundred years. The 'Mad King' relied on his own charm to transform it into his own shape.
For this reason alone, Goethe deserves a thumbs up.
but……
The other party's descendants still have a miserable fate.
Four sons and one daughter were recorded as having died in an accident - all killed by challengers.
The "Wusheng Hall", which was once regarded as has long since declined. After the great-grandson and last heir of the opponent was beaten to death in the ring, the "Wusheng Hall" became a tourist attraction.
You can enter by spending 30 yuan for a ticket.
According to the records, as many as twenty-two descendants of this "Mad King" were beaten to death in the ring.
This is still recorded.
And there is no record?
Probably more.
Because, 'Mad King' maintains his previous style: the more the better.
Although his only nominal wife was his junior sister, he had unclear relationships with as many as seventeen other women!
Goethe did not envy this at all.
He only knew that his [Bloody Honor] seemed to be able to be replenished.
Moreover, the "Martial Saint Hall" is in this city.
"Boss, your breakfast."
The waiter pushed a cart and brought the food Goethe ordered to the table one by one.
Goethe couldn't wait to pick up a chicken foot and put it in his mouth.
No biting, just a suck, and the flesh and bones separated.
Goethe looked satisfied.
Goethe did not let go of the remaining bones. He put them into his mouth and chewed them with a crunching sound until there was no taste left. Then he swallowed them - another benefit of having a strong body is that you don't have to spit out bones when eating meat.
Then he picked up another one and dipped it in some of the sauce provided by the store.
Immediately, the soft and glutinous taste has a sour and sweet taste.
At this time, the TV was on and the news was being broadcasted -
"Last night, the CEO of our city's famous entrepreneur 'Mingzhi Real Estate' accidentally fell out of the window. His contracted boxer tried to rescue him but failed and unfortunately died. The secretary who witnessed it all said in an interview that his boss was a hardworking and frugal person..."
Goethe listened to the serious nonsense on the news without even raising his head.
With hearing ability nearly six times that of an average person, Goethe certainly knew there was someone in the bathroom.
What's more, the secretary was not very good at hiding her feelings and was almost crying.
But there is no need to kill people to silence them.
During the 'Unlimited Fighting Tournament' held every 10 years, he had an 'entry ticket', which was like obtaining a 'license to kill'.
Although there are certain restrictions and we can only take action against relevant personnel, it is enough.
Just like now.
Goethe didn't need to do anything, the authorities helped him cover it up.
How to say it?
It feels really worry-free.
But some processes still appear——
"You have a good appetite."
A middle-aged man with a sharp face, tattered clothes, messy hair and a cigarette in his hand pulled out a stool and sat opposite Goethe.
After saying hello, the other party introduced himself.
"I'm 'Zot' from the 'Unrestricted Fighting Tournament' Security Committee."
"Specially responsible for dealing with official matters."
"I have no objection to your actions, Mr. Goethe, but as a member of the Security Committee, I must appear before you according to the procedures and inform you again not to involve ordinary people."
"After all, Green Ivy City is a crime-free city!"
The other party spoke very politely, took out a cigarette and handed it to me.
“I don’t smoke when I eat.”
Goethe did not refuse, but he did not light it either. Instead, he put the cigarette next to him.
"It's a good habit. I can't live without cigarettes."
"Staying up late and working overtime every day."
"Cigarettes, tea and coffee have become my necessities ."
"On the contrary, I seldom eat breakfast."
Zote said this and stood up to leave.
However, he only took two steps.
The member of the Security Committee stopped and turned around.
"Hope to see you on the 20th."
After saying that, the other party bowed slightly, put the stool back under the table, and turned and left.
This time, the other party did not stop.
He quickly disappeared in the teahouse, but as he left, another person appeared in front of Goethe. The other person did not sit on the stool, but just stood in front of Goethe.
"Are you Goethe?"
The other party asked rudely.
He was wearing a black sports suit with a hood on his head, and a tough aura emanated from his sturdy body.
"Um."
Goethe replied without looking up.
"I heard you did it, Darwell."
“Not bad!”
"How about we team up?"
The other party asked.
Goethe had no time to pay attention to the other party, because at this time, Goethe was picking up a shrimp dumpling. Looking at the shrimp dumpling with a hint of light red under the crystal clear skin, Goethe immediately put it into his mouth.
It's refreshing and chewy, but not sticky.
The shrimps are fresh, not the kind that are frozen and water comes out when you bite them.
The pork ingredients are just right.
However, what Goethe liked most was durian pastry.
The outer skin is rolled up layer by layer and fried until golden brown. When you bite it, you can feel the crispy feeling of "crunching, crunching". The durian filling inside is even sweeter - crispy and sweet are a perfect match, especially when it is in the form of a flowing sandwich, it is even better.
Goethe chewed the food slowly and savored it.
The man opposite him began to breathe rapidly.
Anger is accumulating in the other person's body.
The next moment, the other party raised his hand, ready to overturn Goethe's breakfast table.
But before the other person's palm touched the table, Goethe looked up and glanced at him.
Oooooh!
The other party's body shook violently and he had hallucinations.
In the other person's eyes, Goethe, who was sitting there eating breakfast, suddenly became extremely huge. Scales extended from Goethe's pores, a pair of dragon horns grew from Goethe's head, and his golden eyes were cold and cruel.
That is...
hunger!
Going to be eaten!
It will be eaten!
Such a thought arose in the heart of the man in front of him.
In an instant, the world spun.
The furious man in real life suddenly calmed down and his knees went weak.
thump!
The other party knelt down in front of Goethe.
This scene made everyone in the teahouse confused and uncertain.
The teahouse owner was even more shocked.
It was not until Goethe flashed the '10th Unlimited Fighting Tournament Ticket' and casually placed it on the table that people around him returned to normal - a hundred years of subtle influence had already made everyone accustomed to the existence of 'boxers', 'warriors', 'fighters' and the like.
Moreover, there are some interesting divisions into these categories.
Those who serve enterprises are called 'boxers'.
Those who practice alone and participate in various competitions are called "warriors".
And 'Fighter'?
It is a respectful title.
It comes entirely from strength - fighters are people who have mastered the real "secret martial arts" and are also the goals pursued by "boxers" and "warriors".
"What an amazing 'eyewitness technique'!"
"This level of 'witness technique' is close to 'secret weapon', right?"
With an exclamation of admiration, a young man in neat clothes and with a smile on his face suddenly came over, kicked the unconscious man away, and sat down opposite Goethe with a dagger. The other party did not hide anything and stated his purpose directly.
"I'm here to team up with you, too."
"Don't get me wrong, it's different from this guy who's trying to take advantage."
"I also have a ticket for the preliminary round."
As the other party spoke, he took out a '10th Unlimited Fighting Tournament Ticket' that was the same as the one Goethe had.
"The East City Amusement Park has already become a den of wolves and dragons. A lot of people are eyeing it. If we don't join forces, we will probably lose our 'entrance ticket' in the face of that group of people who are so numerous and will do anything to achieve their goals!"
"So, joining forces is the wise choice."
"There's no shame in it, a lot of people do it."
"We can enter the preliminaries first, and then we can rely on our own abilities."
"How about it?"
The other party looked at Goethe expectantly, but his hand quietly reached out for the "admission ticket" that Goethe placed on the table.
The next moment, the opponent attacked as fast as lightning.
Pick up the 'ticket' and run.
