In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

"You go to Erlu's Arena to watch the game tonight, don't play too late."

Mashal warned Weston worriedly.

"Those bumping things, if there's anything interesting about them, just look at them for a while. Don't let a bad rest affect your business tomorrow."

"Don't worry, teacher, I know what's going on and I won't make any mistakes."

In fact, Weston was not very interested in this kind of thing, but the big boss Erli didn't want to give it to him.

In his previous life, Weston had seen a similar Big Truck competition in Free America.

The cars were bumping and making a lot of noise.

This kind of entertainment is not Weston's cup of tea.

What Weston prefers is to play with real guns in reality and customize a gun that best suits him.

Or play Borderlands, brush up a top-quality weapon, and let the damage value exceed the peak again and again.

By the way, take a look at the various weird gun shapes in this game, and complain about the unreasonable aspects of these guns while playing.

After walking out of Medusa's gun modification shop, he took a bus. After several transfers, Weston arrived at the edge of the Adamantine Gear Wizard Tower area.

A place with extremely serious noise pollution, such as a bucket truck yard, is not suitable to be placed in the central area of ​​the city, even if it is isolated by a witchcraft barrier.

After Weston got off the bus, he saw a huge crowd of people and various vehicles parked around this abandoned truck factory.

It seems that this competition is very popular.

Weston walked to the entrance and lined up to enter.

Competitions are held frequently in this pit, the staff are skilled and the entry speed is very fast.

Weston followed the flow of people towards the entrance ticket office, and soon it was Weston's turn.

When Weston showed the card that Erli gave him, the mechanical puppet that checked the ticket raised his head, scanned Weston's face with his electronic eyes, and said.

"Dear distinguished guest Weston, please wait a moment, your usher is on the way."

The mechanical puppet ticket collector did not lie. After Weston stood there for a while, a man with the Eurex Chariot Fighter's Corner logo tattooed on his chest walked towards Weston.

"Hello, I am Queenge, the driver under Boss Erli. Please come with me and I will take you to the VIP room."

Weston was a little worried. He was a nobody, but he was lucky enough to get a pair of collision horns in the secret realm copy and sold them to Erli.

The other party is so enthusiastic, giving away tickets and VIP rooms, what is the other party's plan?

Recalling the disgusting hobbies of some perverted bosses in his previous life, Weston's anus tightened.

On the way to walk through the noisy crowd and into the VIP private room in the viewing area with this driver Queenge, Weston inquired about it and realized the reason why he received such preferential treatment.

It turns out that today is just a newcomers' game, and not many people came to watch the game, especially the old fans who have a rather picky taste and are not very interested in the newcomers and rookies pecking each other.

So there are many VIP rooms available today.

Since Weston had the tickets personally given by Boss Erlu, Weston could naturally enjoy the empty VIP private room.

Weston asked in disbelief as he looked at the crowded and noisy crowd of spectators around him.

"This is still a game with not many people. How many people should there be in a game with many people?"

While chatting on the road, driver Quenge, who already knew Weston’s general background, replied with a smile.

"It is precisely because it is a competition for low-level novices that so many people are allowed to watch."

"If it is a more intense competition among high-level drivers, then the level of danger in the spectator seats will skyrocket. Low-level professionals like you are still in danger even in the spectator seats."

"It's so popular that it's dangerous for the audience to watch the game?"

Weston didn't care about what the other party said about his low status. Instead, he became curious about the dangers of watching the game.

This is unimaginable on earth.

It’s not like the god of death is coming. Watching the game from the spectator stands will still put your life in danger.

"Please rest assured that we have the best medical conditions here. Once you are injured, you will receive timely medical assistance."

Quenge thought that Weston was worried about being injured, so he opened his mouth to comfort Weston.

"And the VIP room you are in is the most secure area. With the intensity of this game, you are not in any danger."

When he said this, Weston's appetite was whetted and he became even more curious.

After walking for a few minutes in the dilapidated abandoned factory, Weston was brought to a room on the second floor of the factory workshop.

This room, which was either an office or a warehouse, was now packed and decorated into a comfortable private room.

From the huge windows, you can see various twisted and blackened wrecks of scrapped cars on the track outside the window.

In the center of the factory, a huge platform was built on the huge main tower of the factory, and a huge amount of various equipment was piled on the platform.

Obviously, that is the core control area of ​​this fighting arena.

After Kuenge gave Weston some instructions on how to operate the service in the private room, he said goodbye to Weston and exited the private room.

Weston didn't try to keep the other side either. Erli was holding a game tonight and his people were very busy.

Weston himself knew how much he weighed, and he was not yet at the point where he needed someone to accompany him all the way.

Weston ordered himself a bottle of wine at the communication console in the private room, then walked to the window and looked at the scenery of the fighting arena.

As the sky gradually darkened, the lights in the arena were turned on one by one.

Under the light, bursts of lively laughter erupted in the noisy auditorium.

Like Weston, there are many newcomers in the audience today who have just graduated from the academy some time ago.

Like Weston, it was their first time to watch this game and they were very excited.

While Weston was studying the track of this arena against the map hanging on the wall next to the window, in the completely dark night, a huge virtual figure was projected from the platform of the tower.

Erli, who had changed into a bright yellow dress, still wore this expensive-looking large dress tight and made it feel cheap.

However, Erli himself felt good about himself. In the projection, he hung a cigar from his steel teeth and greeted the audience loudly in the auditorium.

"Dear viewers, I heard that among the people who came today, there are many new college graduates who have just arrived at our Adamantine Gear Wizard Tower."

“I have to say, you’ve come to the right place.

As for the fun parts of the Adamantine Gear Wizard Tower, I have to mention the ruthless Fighting Car Arena.

Tonight, our fighting vehicle arena will welcome you with a hot vehicle prop racing competition. "

"Now, let me introduce to you some of the drivers competing tonight!"

While Erli was on the platform on the hosting platform and began to introduce the participating drivers one by one, there was a knock on the door of Weston's private room.

Weston opened the door, and outside was an old man wearing a service uniform.

Holding Weston's drink, the old man bowed to Weston and said, "Sir, your drink has been delivered. Do you want me to open it for you?"

Weston asked the old man to open the wine and put it on the table, then returned to the window and continued to listen to the arrogant driver's introduction.