I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

  Chapter 38 Fight Club

  Hoo—

  Tu Fu spit out the breath accumulated in his chest, and he was relieved until he knocked down his opponent. Beads of sweat had already stained the vest inside, and the sweat was scattered all over the floor when he punched.

  He worked hard to adjust his breathing rate. After knocking the opponent down to the ground, the unprecedented sense of relief made him extremely happy.

  This kind of simple, mechanically engraved violence in the genes makes people feel extremely relieved.

  As he personally participated in a boxing match, Tu Fu also gradually understood the purpose of this underground tavern.

  Using civilized rules to allow more people with a backlog of hearts to participate, will greatly release the daily pressure during the fierce fighting process.

  Of course, getting a beating can also release yourself.

   Seeing the bald-headed Hope covering his arms and looking at Tu Fu as if he was looking at a monster, the latter smiled and stretched out his hand to help him up, while Hope nodded to express his gratitude, without any discomfort.

   didn't care about winning or losing, he put on his clothes again and left the tavern.

  The two of them didn't interact with each other during the whole process, and they didn't take any steps to speak harshly, and they didn't even report their names.

   There is no need for this. Everyone here is each other’s passer-by. After completing a fighting game within the rules, they feel relieved of each other and then leave each other. It’s quite cool.

After overthrowing this adult who was several times stronger than him, his physical strength rose by 60 to 70% after a short rest, and a stream of heat surrounded his weak arms. Adventurers have the cd time to quickly restore their muscles, as if they were born to be suitable Hit the ring.

"continue."

  Tu Fu was going to play another game, but he heard the old Muller's cheerful smile, "Dude, everyone can only play one game here."

   "Well played, Tu Fu, I didn't see you are so good before." Billy offered to help pass the clothes, his eyes were full of praise, "Do you have any tricks?"

   "The trick? Of course."

  Tu Fu didn't change his face and said: "Whether you have the advantage in the fight or not, don't admit defeat, look at the opponent with wide eyes, at least overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum."

   "This way we can win?"

   "It will be more honorable to lose this way." Tu Fu calmly analyzed.

   After he had no choice but to end, someone else participated in the next competition, and the continuous shouting ignited the atmosphere again.

   There never seems to be a shortage of guys here who have the guts to step up and fight.

   According to Tu Fu's judgment, most of the members of the underground tavern should be factory employees, seamen, waiters and other low-level personnel.

   "Billy, I think I already understand the value of this place. I have to admit that the most original method is the most decompressive." Tu Fu shared his feelings with his partner.

  Billy was surprised: "It seems that we agree on this point."

   "You also thought the same way when you came to the stage to fight?"

   "No, I don't want to go up and get beaten." Billy pointed at the group of booing spectators, "It's really depressing to start the game with everyone swearing, that's why I brought you here."

   Tu Fu: "..."

  He finally knew how Billy's quick-talking nickname was developed, which can be regarded as an environment for educating people.

   After changing his clothes after the competition, Tu Fu went straight to the old guy selling alcohol at the bar, "Mr. Muller, do activities like this happen every day? Is there a fixed time? Who is the organizer?"

   After throwing a set of three consecutive questions, the old Muller narrowed his eyes, looked at Tu Fu with a professional smile, and subconsciously touched his ears, as if he was completely deaf because of hearing loss.

  Tu Fu, who knows the rules of the world well, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, I want another cup of Ye Rose."

   "Why be so polite." Although the old Muller said so, his movements were not slow at all, and he offered to hand another glass of mellow night rose wine.

  “The boxing ring is open two to three times a week in Puton District, and visitors can watch or participate in fighting activities in person.

  My child, not only in the Puton area, but also in the main districts of Leeds, there are club branches, and there are dozens of boxing rings like this, which is really not a big deal. "

  The old Muller revealed a lot of information, and even Billy listened carefully with wide-eyed eyes. Presumably he didn't know that he stumbled into such a special club by accident.

  Tu Fu rolled his eyes, and then realized that if this is in the form of a club, if it can be integrated, it will be quite a force.

   "As for the organizer you mentioned, I don't know. I'm sorry. Even though I have been here for many years, the leader of the club has changed several times. I really don't remember who is in charge now."

  Old Muller thought for a long time before giving a worthless answer, "As for the original founder, it is said that he left a long time ago."

  An underground boxing ring dedicated to venting anger,

  Actually speaking of this, Tu Fu already had a vague guess.

  Maybe it is an underground product of some big capital, or maybe the original founder is a transcendent of a certain path. Establishing such an organization is very suitable for digesting potions.

  He knows that it is very difficult for transcendents of many paths to be promoted. Compared with Grace's crazy method, this is already a very benevolent method.

   Seeing that Tu Fu was still generous, the old Muller gave him another note, which recorded the addresses of the various branches of the boxing club, such as the Central District, Green District, and Wood District.

  The core rule here is very simple,

   Only one.

  If you want to participate in a fighting competition, you don't need any procedures, you can find anyone in the field to fight.

   "I'm fully aware of this."

  Tu Fu nodded thoughtfully, and then raised his glass: "But now there is one more question, I haven't drunk the Ye Rose that I just ordered, so can I return it?"

   "I can't hear what you just said."

  Old Muller picked his ears again, showing a proper embarrassed expression, and his flexible listening standards allowed him to filter out what he didn't want to hear.

   Want to prostitute for free?

  No doors.

  It wasn't until Tu Fu walked to the door that he heard the old Mu Le think of something behind him. Looking at the young man's back, his deep voice suddenly increased,

   "Remember, it's called 'Fight Club.'"

  …

   Central District, University of Leeds.

  As the only officially listed higher education college in Leeds, almost everyone from the Polya Sea area is proud to have been admitted here.

   Only local children from Leeds are unwilling to study here.

  And George McGovern, as the youngest associate professor since the establishment of the school, is even more glorious.

  All the way in from the school gate, there are students who take the initiative to say hello.

  He also kept a smiling expression all the time, and didn't remove the smile on his face until he returned to his office. Picked up a leather bag from the desk.

  Carefully took out and carefully looked at the information obtained from other places. It is also Tu Fu's information, but this one is more detailed, and even the information about the two recent entries and exits into the police system has notes.

   Comparing his grades, it was during this period that the child's grades improved qualitatively.

   "George, have you met Mr. Capet's son?"

  A clear female voice came from outside the office. The exquisite figure was paired with a black floral skirt and white shirt, which made women of this age full of two styles between youth and maturity. The woman's words were full of curiosity.

   "Yes, we met briefly, and the exchange was very pleasant."

  McGovern sorted out the information at hand, and smiled softly, "From the moment I saw him, I believed that he was the child of Professor Capet and Ms. Sophia, and inherited the characteristics of Professor Capet and that lady."

   "So he is very handsome?" The eyes of the woman who asked the question lit up.

   "Hey, I want to say that he has inherited the professor's humility and the lady's pride." Professor McGovern added: "Although he is indeed handsome, he is hardly inferior to me."

   "I told him that if he wanted to come to Leeds University, I could help him with all the formalities. Although I was polite, I always felt...he was not very interested."

   McGovern has always been very accurate about his feelings. A person's language and expression may lie, but only his eyes will never lie.

  The pair of eyes he saw today were deep and mysterious, like a bottomless pool of water. When they looked at each other, they seemed to be able to see through each other's thoughts.

  The child has a maturity that is out of character for this age group.

   "Perhaps this is also good. If we continue to explore in the same direction as the professor and the others, we may be able to discover the real reason for their disappearance."

  McGovern put down the document, and lightly pinched the top of the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

  The disappearance of Professor Capet and Ms. Sophia was a big sensation. The scientific research team that gathered industry elites caused an uproar in the international academic circle.

  But overnight, it became an unmentionable topic, which made people doubt the truth.

  As the teaching assistants of Professor Capet's group, the teachers and students of the same class, including McGovern, and the academic forces behind the scientific expedition team have been collecting the truth of the incident in private.

  Whether it is to discover the facts or find their whereabouts, it is a matter that requires a lot of energy.

   "It's better to put this matter aside and focus on the present."

  The woman in the long floral dress mentioned, "This year, the examination papers from the Göttinghagen examination hall have begun to be distributed to the printing factories in all states of the Kingdom. We will be busy soon."

   "Of course I haven't forgotten this troublesome incident." McGovern felt a little tired.

   One month later,

  The selection of higher education in the countries of the North Continent officially started.

  (end of this chapter)