At 9 o'clock in the evening, the Cold Weapons MMA Competition in Storm Stadium is still in progress.

At this time, in the central control room, there was a white middle-aged man wearing a referee uniform, sitting in front of a screen, watching a video over and over again.

If Tao Ran is still there, he will recognize the referee who is the one who hosted the fight between him and Ikabod Wood.

"Sampson, are you still watching this video?"

There was a middle-aged man next to him who was holding coffee in his hands and looked over confused: "Isn't it that the identification has been completed, it is said that it was an explosion caused by an armor failure?"

"That was just the result of the preliminary appraisal, and the tone of the appraiser at that time was also very uncertain."

Sampson frowned, and several knife-like creases appeared on his forehead: "According to his initial judgment, the armor should not explode for no reason. Ikabod's neck component should have encountered at least ten tons of impact in an instant, exceeding the armor's bearing range, which led to Ikabod being knocked away instantly and the armor was also scrapped as a whole."

The middle-aged man couldn't help laughing: "Are you kidding me? With a ten-ton impact force, then the profession level of Ikabod's opponent will be at least level 8 or above, right? Is there any evidence?"

"That appraiser really said that to me,"

Sampson looked helpless: "It is precisely because there is no evidence to support it that the result of the identification is the armor failure. However, the appraiser insisted on sending the armor to Exxon Magic Laboratory for a detailed third-party test, and the Nysen Sports Group also supported his opinion."

"Naeson Group is an armor sponsor of NHSAA, and they certainly don't want their products to go wrong, which is likely to be a big scandal."

The middle-aged man finished sarcasticly and then asked, "What about you? After watching the video so many times, did you find out what's wrong?"

"No! Judging from the videos at that time, no one or any artifacts had contact with Ikabod."

Sampson put his hands on his chest: "This is the result of my continuous reversal and careful review of each frame, and I can afford to pay the responsibility. Unless?"

"Unless what?" The middle-aged man took a sip of coffee without hesitation.

"Unless it was his opponent, the Andre Lee Wiltonstein's sword-drawing speed, had exceeded my sight limit at that time, and reached a speed of at least 320 kilometers per hour, escaping the capture of our dedicated camera."

Sampson shook his head: "But this is even more incredible, isn't it? Even the level ten magic shadow master does not have such ability."

"So, why bother here?"

The middle-aged man laughed: "The competition is almost over, I think we should find a bar to get together and relax a little. Is it? Sampson?"

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The school bus that Taoran and William Jacques were riding in has arrived at the Wanderer neighborhood they were riding.

Unlike the moment when he was so energetic an hour ago, when William Jacques walked out of the car, he was weak, his face was so weak that he seemed to be bitter gourd, and he was still muttering to himself: "Why? Why? This shouldn't be, it shouldn't be. That guy shouldn't be my opponent, why was it me who lost in the end? He was eliminated in the first round, Oh my God! What would Miss Louise think of me? Unreliable William?"

"You are too confident and too anxious to attack."

Tao Ran commented without emotion: "It would be strange if he was not inferior to him if he was not inferior. In short, he was careless."

While talking, he moved his hidden vision to the side and lingered on another young girl who was walking off the bus.

Tao Ran guessed that the woman was about twenty years old, with a pretty face and fair skin. She had a tight white T-shirt on her upper body and hot pants on her lower body, which made her figure look bulging in front and back.

If this outfit is placed in the realm of the Yuanqiu, it would be extremely unfair. Even the female disciples of the Hehuan Sect, who are the most open-minded, are not wearing it like this.

Even in this world, it is very extraordinary. This is the Wanderer neighborhood, which is the top three blocks in Atlanta's case incidence. It is easy for girls to wear this way.

Of course, Tao Ran didn't have the intention of meddling in other people's business. He knew that this young girl should be the so-called call girl in this world. He heard about what happened in the car just now, and he was hooking up with a government civil servant living in the next block, and even offered a price of 500 gold shields for one night.

The girl's cool dress is obviously because of her own profession, so it's not his turn to care about her.

But Tao Ran had to worry, and only because of this, there was an evil fire burning in his mind, forcing him to keep his eyes firmly locked on the young girl, and even a scarlet redness appeared in his eyes.

This situation made Tao Ran feel incredible and could only try his best to suppress his urge to pounce on him.

Is this also an inner demon?

But Tao Ran asked himself that he was not a lewd embryo, and he would not fall into the process of growing emotions towards a call girl. What is the difference between this and a wild beast?

The emergence of the inner demons comes from one's own thoughts and desires. The current situation is really contrary to common sense.

"Hey! You guy who was shocked on the stage is not qualified to talk to me at all!"

William Jacques didn't notice the abnormality of his friend at all. He walked alone in front of him, humming dissatisfiedly: "It's that guy who is despicable, so despicable!"

"Okay, if you understand reasonable tactics as despicable."

As the young girl gradually moved away, Tao Ran finally tried hard to calm down his impetuous qi and blood. But at this time, there were still distracting thoughts in his sea of ​​thoughts and he really had no strength to argue with the guy beside him.

"As far as I remember, there is a process for the loser to resurrect in this fighting match, right? You can also get out of the loser group."

"Loser group? Ha!"

William's lips twisted: "What you said is simple, it's even more hidden! More than 100 schools in Atlanta have a total of 2,000 people competing for four top 64 places in the loser group. Don't you think this is too cruel, Amo?"

"I can take time to guide you"

Tao Ran hesitated for a moment: "I can teach you half an hour after dinner every day."

This is because William Jacques is the original owner's best friend so far and helps him get rid of the entanglement of his inner demons.

Tao Ran expects that he will be very busy in the next period of time and needs to spend a certain amount of time and energy to understand the world and gain a foothold here. The small problem just now must be solved as soon as possible.

He was already full of sincerity by spending half an hour every day for William.

"Tell me? Come on! I think you'd better deal with your own problems first. You won't have such good luck next time."

William waved his hand powerlessly: "I think I have to go home and calm down first, see you tomorrow! Lucky Amo."

Tao Ran kept looking at William's back and disappeared at the corner of the street in front. Then he shook his head and walked in the other direction.

The original owner and William live in the same block, but their residences are more than 300 meters apart, distributed on the left and right sides of the school bus stop.

When Tao Ran followed the original owner's memory and found his residence, it was ten minutes later.

This is a very old apartment, and Taoran's residence is a semi-light basement of more than thirty square meters.
Chapter completed!