My World: Fantasy Broken Moon

As night fell, the streets became much deserted, and even the street lamps were reluctant to turn on a few more.

An Island and the security of the boxing gym are still in a confrontation.

It should be said that it was a unilateral confrontation, because An Dao was running from the beginning, and he never made a move at all.

"Boy! Are you still fighting or not? I don't have the time to run with you!" He turned to leave.

"Stop the fight! If I don't go, it will be over!" An Dao also put down his harsh words.

"Aren't you going?" Shao Ling was very surprised.

"How is it possible?" An Dao smiled charmingly.

The security guard was quite honest and walked back to the boxing gym quickly.

An Dao waited for such a timing (opportunity), and running directly there was a jump.

The security guard didn't expect it to be a sneak attack, but those who were hit by his combo couldn't turn around at all.

"You have the ability...don't play tricks!" the security guard yelled.

"I can beat you if you don't play tricks?!" An Dao didn't stop.

Although the damage of empty-handed strikes is only a little, it can't hold back its fast attack speed, and the second damage is still enough for one-on-one.

Just relying on the extremely fast attack speed and the repelling bit by bit in a line, he ground the security guard to death.

"This style of play... I feel so shameless..." Shao Ling said.

"What do you know, this is called a strategy."

He picked up what the guard had dropped and found it to be a badge.

"'Boxing Gym Security', it's so watery."

At this point, he also understood that the so-called collectibles are to collect badges of each profession.

"Wow, this is not letting me take on multiple jobs, this game is too deceitful."

"This is for you to experience life." Shao Ling said.

The obstacle at the entrance of the boxing gym has been resolved, and the next step is to find the high-level people inside, that is, managers and the like, who can directly contact the third son.

But things didn't go so smoothly, because the light in the boxing gym was too dark, An Dao couldn't see clearly, and went directly to the challenger's passage.

He walked all the way forward, and the door behind him was locked.It wasn't until he reached the middle of the ring that he realized that he was on a thief ship.

"I feel... something is wrong..."

An Dao looked around and found that they were surrounded by copper-green fences like iron fences. The arena was also built of stone bricks, so it was difficult to get out.

There are many people around above, looking at them talking and laughing.Needless to say they are the audience.

Looking at the opposite side, a huge, brawny man with a few meters covered in cloth stood there with a fierce look in his eyes, but he looked dumbfounded.

His hands were covered with blood, he must have gone through many battles before he took the position of the champion.

"It seems that he is my opponent." An Dao frowned.

This posture is really similar to the Colosseum back then. People spend money to watch these bloody and violent fights, and there is no mercy or sympathy at all.

"Get ready...start!" the host ordered.

"Really want to fight?!" Shaoling was anxious.

With a small body like An Dao, it is estimated that he would not be able to carry it three times.

"Of course..." An Dao took out his badge, "No. I'm a private detective sent by the king!"

Having said that, everyone present was quiet, even that stupid big man froze in place.

In other words, is this too fake?

"I want to see the owner here!"

A young man dressed in street style came over, took An Dao out and took him to his office.

"I am, are you looking for me?" The owner of the museum was very rude.

An Dao couldn't figure it out, how could someone as gentle as the third son get together with such a gangster?
After thinking about it, he is not a good person to open such a place.

"That's right." An Dao's tone was also contemptuous, and then asked what he was doing that night.

"I'm in the office all the time."

"Can anyone prove it?"

"I'm all alone here."

"That means there are no witnesses."

This is basically a suspect, but there is still a doubt.

"Have you met the first heir? Or, do you know each other?"

"I don't know, what's wrong?"

"Tsk..."

This is more troublesome.

If it was him, he would definitely have a conflict with the eldest son, but there is no trace of a fight in the room, so he must know him.

Or, he was killed when he was already asleep, but he would definitely wake up the moment his throat was cut. The bed should not be so smooth.

"An Dao?" Shaoling stared blankly at him for a while.

"I see, the eldest son was unconscious before he died."

"Huh?" The curator was also dumbfounded.

"Stay here and don't run around, I will catch you at any time." An Dao hurried out after speaking.

On the way, Shao Ling kept asking An Dao what new discovery he had.

"I want to find out how the eldest son fainted. This is very important."

He came to the palace and approached the scene of the crime again, this time he was mainly looking for containers containing liquids.

Generally speaking, some medicine will be put in the water, so teacups and the like are very important.

But these are modern methods, will they still work here?
"Did you watch too many TV dramas? Will this kind of trick really appear? Or maybe it's injecting drugs?" Shaoling questioned.

"No. I haven't found any needle holes in him, so that's out of the question."

"In addition, being anesthetized without any resistance is likely to be caused by directly drinking the drugged water."

After some searching, he found a teacup in a very inconspicuous cabinet.

Obviously the murderer deliberately hid it, but he couldn't deal with it due to the rush of time, so he put it here.

"That's what I guessed right." An Dao picked up the cup.

He was going to go to other places in the city to see who had such a quilt, so he could basically be sure that it was the murderer.

As for the owner, An Dao remembered that the cups on his table had nothing to do with this, so it could basically be ruled out.

"Isn't it too hasty?" Shao Ling said.

Indeed, it is indeed illogical to rule out suspicion just because the cups are different.

But An Dao is very sure that the real murderer is someone else.

When it comes to cups, bars are definitely the place with the most places.

That's right, a long-lost meeting is about to usher in.

At this time, Nora had already returned to work, and heard that someone locked up below wanted to see her, so she didn't pay much attention.

Ren was still busy, and didn't notice An Dao who came in from the door.

That's right, An Dao's current outfit is very concealed, and he might not be able to recognize her even standing in front of her.

He came to the corner, where Nora was sitting before, ordered many kinds of wine, and ordered that they must be served in different glasses.

Unexpectedly, what was brought over was a pair of glasses, which had nothing to do with the teacup in the bag.

He grabbed the waiter who delivered the wine and wanted to ask her if she had any drinks like tea.

As a result, he looked up, a coincidence.

"Ren?!" An Dao was surprised.

The waiter happened to be Ren, and she also recognized An Dao after a brief confirmation.

"An Island!"

The two sat down and talked about their experiences.

Ren also told him a very important piece of information, that is, Nora works in the prison.

An Dao also told her that Qin was fine in the palace.

"When things are over, let's go together."