I don't have a system but I have a hammer

"this…"

[A well-founded analysis made the man in the hat realize the seriousness of the problem. The next second he patted me on the shoulder and left a sentence: "Okay, I understand, I will handle it.", straightforwardly He walked towards the girl with the pink hat, and after some chattering, he pulled her reluctantly and left the brawl venue...]

[I felt a sense of relief watching this scene, because what I just thought up was purely something I came up with in a hurry. I didn’t expect this fool to take it seriously. It’s really...]

"Oh, this is the art of language!"

[A minute later, the man in the hat came back, with a bit of helplessness, a bit of dissatisfaction, and a bit of powerlessness on his face...]

"Let me tell you this, I just talked to her outside. Of course, I didn't expose her identity. It means that your subsequent training is relatively private, so it cannot be known to others. Remember to keep it secret later..."

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid..."

[While snickering in my heart, I responded symbolically, turned around, walked away, and continued walking around the brawl venue...]

"Okay, now that there are no outsiders, can you explain to me why I came here?"

"Ahem, speaking of this..."

[The man in the hat followed my pace and took out a green cigarette and lit it to hide the embarrassment on his face...]

"It's like this. Originally, according to what was signed in the contract, you had to play three games in total, and then we would arrange for you to be a three-game winner in a row. But because your performance was so wonderful, the financial backer behind me specially I have talked with the organizer and hope to arrange the latter for you directly..."

"But because there has never been such a precedent, and also to convince the public, although the organizer allows you to compete with the three consecutive champions, the premise is that it must be a brawl match. I know you may not be very good at it. willing…"

[His tone softened a bit...]

"But you have seen the previous game videos. No matter how promising a new death fighter is, he must have played in at least two brawl matches. Otherwise, other players will start from brawl matches. You came out of the competition, but you didn't even take part in it, so you can directly compete with the three consecutive champions, so how can the other death fighters be convinced, right?"

"Well, I understand what you mean..."

[Although the organizer changed his mind, the hat man did not violate the contract and even helped reduce one match. Even if it was a brawl match with a higher risk factor, it could at least save a lot of unnecessary matches. So after a short silence, I still chose to agree...]

"I can see that you are in a dilemma. Okay, let's go as you arranged. Now let's introduce the rules..."

"Hey, good!"

[Seeing that I did not use the topic as an excuse, but instead agreed with understanding, the man in the hat was relieved. His iconic polite smile was raised again, and with a wave of his hand, he pointed at the giant square cage in the center of the venue...]

"It's like this. The rules of the brawl match are actually very simple. See the 100-square-meter big iron cage in the middle? Once the match starts, there will be 20 new and old death fighters locked in it. No referee will enter during this period, there is only one winning condition, survive to the end!”

"Any Death Fighter who chooses to surrender in the middle, or is directly maimed and killed, will be counted as a failure. On the other hand, as a Death Fighter who has not surrendered, he cannot take action against a Death Fighter who has surrendered, otherwise he will directly Judgment failed…”

"At the same time, since there are no restrictions on men and women, no restrictions on old or new, and no restrictions on ranking, so in every brawl, there will almost always be old people leading newcomers, or combinations of couples, and there will even be direct spending after the list is announced. Zuo Nanbi bribed the Death Fighter, and a dozen people besieged one person..."

"However, the latter situation is relatively rare. Usually there are a few extreme club leaders who do such ridiculous things when there are alien death fighters, so you don't need to worry about this at all. Other than that, Outside…”

[While the words were paused, he had already opened the chain door of the square iron cage, raised his hand to signal me to come in, followed closely behind, and continued to introduce...]

"This 100-square-meter venue is neither big nor small, but if 20 people are crammed in at the same time, it will look a bit crowded, so once the fight actually starts, there will inevitably be some camera blind spots..."

"Some experienced death fighters usually memorize the field of view of all fixed cameras the day before the game, so that they can secretly use internal implants with the help of confusion during the game..."

"By the way, don't expect the report to be useful, because the organizer's attitude towards such things has always been to turn a blind eye, not just in our northern central city, but also in other central cities. As long as you don't see it, Small movements mean they don’t exist, so you must be careful about this..."

Having said this, the man in the hat who had led me to the end of the iron cage suddenly turned around and his face became serious...

"Lastly, and most importantly, although I had asked people from the club to check the entire venue before coming here and confirmed that there were no bugs here, and I also thought I had hid you very well, but No one knows whether other clubs will bribe other death fighters because you came from behind, so if it really happens that everyone is besieging you alone, remember..."

He solemnly patted the chain next to the iron cage, and at the same time his tone became a little more serious...

"Surrender! It's your only choice. Don't feel embarrassed or unwilling, let alone feel that you are strong, and try to break out arrogantly. Because basically every club has its own drug laboratory, so every year There are many body stimulating drugs that we don’t know about…”

"In other words, no one can guarantee how many death fighters among the 19 people there will be who have taken new stimulant drugs! We can't even guarantee whether they will bring implants into the field, so don't try to show off. As soon as you find out, surrender immediately!”

[After listening to everything, I nodded thoughtfully, thought about it for a while, and asked a question...]

"By the way, you just said that as long as I choose to surrender, I can't do anything to them anymore, right?"

"That's right!"

[The man in the hat nodded symbolically and walked towards the door, waving his hand to indicate that I could go out...]

"Slapping the cage and shouting are considered surrender. You can't even touch them by then, otherwise it will be considered a failure!"

"Oh, can I understand it as..."

[I casually scratched the chain on the iron cage wall, and when the cold metal texture passed through my fingertips, I looked at the back of the man in the hat who was walking towards the door, and suddenly grinned...]

"As long as they can't shout for surrender and can't touch the wall of the iron cage, I can torture them as I like?"