Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

This is the city of Annunos, located in the corner of the northern hemisphere, and it is well known for its poor public security.

The fighting arena headquarters managed by Wen Zhu is gathered here, together with other underground casinos and trading places, forming the dark dungeon of Annunos City.

His original name was Sigmund. He was born into a Chinese family located on the edge of the dungeon. He provided various services to the dungeon to barely make ends meet. The three noisy guys who just came in were his current family.

The biological father, Laogo, who obtained permanent residency after giving birth to Sigmund by deceiving a local woman in Annunos, his true love stepmother whose name he could not remember, and their biological son Ferro.

Sigmund spent a lot of effort to get a job as a waiter in an underground fighting arena. The salary was enough for him to break away from his family and live a good life in the underground city.

Ferro got the opportunity to serve the upper management. He got carried away and bumped into a high-ranking thug, but he reported Sigmund's name.

The poor original body was beaten to death.

Thoroughly recall all memories.

Jinchen pressed down slightly with the palm of his hand covering his chest, and only stood up slowly after it was almost repaired.

He sat back down and took a deep breath.

[There is something wrong with this body.] Jinchen was unusually serious.

[It's not the host, it's that you are too weak now. They didn't take good care of you after you were injured. ]

Ling Gungun became more and more sleepy as he spoke, curling up in the space, [You should take your time to recover, Xiao Luo is not in any serious danger now, don't worry. ]

He goes to bed as soon as he says he will, very punctual.

Jinchen found some food in the barely habitable room. After three seconds of silence, he decisively decided to exchange it for edible food in the mall.

God, he couldn't handle a croissant that was harder than his head.

-

"Sigmon! Get up!"

Lao Ge's voice woke Jinchen up from his dream early in the morning. This was the third day of his recuperation. His physical condition had improved a lot and the gunshot wound had completely healed.

This, of course, cannot be known by anyone.

Jinchen "weakly" dawdled to the door, his tall body blocking the entrance, deep displeasure hidden beneath his cold appearance.

"what's up."

Lao Ge is just an ordinary, even a little bit vulgar, Chinese smuggler. Whether in the former Huaxia Country or the current Anunnos City, he is an inconspicuous existence in the crowd.

Ferro inherited his characteristics perfectly, and compared to Jinchen, who inherited his mother's blood, he can be described as ugly and short.

Lao Ge suddenly choked, shrank back, and roared: "Today afternoon is the day you have to report to the fighting arena! Don't waste time!"

Jinchen looked down at him, then at his stepmother and Ferro in the shabby and narrow living room. "I'm not the one wasting time. What do you think, Ferro?"

His tone was not good, and even a little cold. Ferro immediately exploded as if on fire, and made a gesture in the air as if he was about to hit someone, "Sigmund! You lowly bastard! What do you mean!"

"You are a cowardly and incompetent coward, literally."

Jinchen walked out slowly. With a height of nearly 1.9 meters, he looked extremely oppressive. This was the first time that Lao Ge and the other two realized this. After all, he was usually gentle and indifferent.

"You should forgive him, Sigmund. He is your brother, and you are not seriously injured."

Lao Ge barely maintained his anger, but his timidity was also revealed, and he had nowhere to hide under the fierce momentum.

Jinchen curled his lips in sarcasm and tilted his head to look at Ferro who was rushing up to attack him in anger due to provocation, without any intention of dodging.

While his stepmother seemed to be trying to stop him but actually didn't care at all, Ferro successfully approached Jinchen and pretended to punch him hard.

The results were surprising.

"what!!"

Ferro fell to the ground exhausted, with a hole in his chest, and rolled down covered in blood.

Jinchen threw the dagger at him, looked down at the tragic scene, and smiled slightly.

"This is what you are supposed to bear. You're welcome."

"Fero!! My son!"

The stepmother screamed and rushed towards the short and fat boy on the ground, but in her panic she pressed on Ferro's wound, causing another round of chaos.

Jinchen raised his eyelids and glanced at the stunned Lao Ge. The latter opened his mouth but did not have the courage to say anything more.

He has always been like this, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Jinchen happily walked out of this place which was even dirtier than the refugee shelter and prepared to head to the underground city.

-

Dungeon, fighting arena, area one.

In this place full of blood, money and crime, wantonness and cruelty are the most unique synonyms.

The lights were dim and staggered, and the packed audience cheered loudly, followed by enthusiastic and dirty cheers.

It’s not every day that it’s this lively, but with the rise of the King of Fighters rankings in recent years, watching Winslow’s challenge has become the most anticipated segment.

"He's a complete lunatic!"

There were friends of Winslow's opponent today in the audience. They cursed loudly, but they couldn't take their eyes off the handsome and ruthless young man on the stage who was sure to win. Like many people, their eyes were extremely fanatical and they would not stop until they saw through him.

As the final cheers broke out, Winslow was victorious once again.

Winslow frowned, staring at his incapacitated opponent on the ground with drooping eyelashes, and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his bandaged knuckles.

It was not until the referee announced the victory and the man was dragged away that he reluctantly suppressed his anger, spat out the braces, turned his gaze to the audience who were reveling wildly, and turned to walk off the stage.

"Oh my god, you're not in a good mood today."

Yun Ran hurriedly followed Winslow and walked into the exclusive lounge. He then applied potion to the scary bruises and scars and asked in confusion, "Brother Luo, didn't you usually not play at this time of year?"

Winslow leaned back in the lounge chair, his messy hair scattered on his collarbone, covering his pale and thin muscles. The black vest that was tightly attached to his strong abdominal muscles was soaked with sweat and blood. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked a little fragile.

"Don't ask." He said hoarsely.

"……Oh fine."

Yun Ran shrugged, not too afraid of his indifference, and concentrated on treating the wound.

At this moment, the door of the lounge was knocked, and an annoying voice came in, making Winslow, who was resting with his eyes closed, particularly unhappy.

"Young Master, I've heard about your prowess for a long time. Today I saw that your scene was indeed extraordinary."

Zheng Yi ignored the bodyguard's obstruction and walked straight in, but his eyes first fell on Yun Ran, who was a little surprised and embarrassed.

He had just finished a fight and had not taken care of his wounds, but he just ran towards Yun Ran.

"Xiao Yunran, please heal my wound too." Zheng Yi sat down with a smile.

Yun Ran didn't dare to answer.

Winslow didn't respond, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, "No one told you the rules of District 1?"

"I know that Yun Ran is your exclusive therapist,"

Zheng Yi didn't think this rule was a problem at all, and said with a smile: "Anyway, I transferred here just to replace your Fighting King crown, and Yun Ran will still have to serve me when the time comes."

"Zheng Yi! Stop talking nonsense and get out." Yun Ran scolded him in a low voice, but his tone was familiar.

"Come on, I'm here to tell you that Master Zhu wants to see you."

Zheng Yi looked at Winslow, who was still so messy that he couldn't hide his temptation, and said, "Master Zhu is not in a good mood today. I heard that you ruined some of his good businesses."

"Keep your mouth shut."

Winslow responded coldly, stood up and looked at Zheng Yi who was in a sloppy manner, and said without warmth: "And, get out."

Zheng Yi let go of his hand, backed away from the door, and made a harmless gesture, "I never like fighting offstage."

When closing the door, he winked at Yun Ran, seeming a little frivolous.

Yun Ran: "..."