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

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Tu Fu spat 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 even more sweat was scattered all over the floor when he punched.

He worked hard to adjust his breathing rate, and 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.

After personally participating in a boxing match, Tu Fu also gradually understood the purpose of this underground tavern.

Using civilized rules to let more people with a backlog in their hearts participate in it 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 looking at a monster, the latter smiled and stretched out his hand to help him up, and Hope nodded to express his gratitude, without even the slightest bit of unhappiness.

He 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, complete a fighting game within the rules, feel relieved of each other and then say goodbye, which is 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 old Muller's cheerful smile, "Dude, everyone can only play one game here."

"Well played, Tufu, 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 there is."

Tu Fu didn't change his face and said: "Whether you have the advantage or not in the fight, don't admit defeat, look at the opponent with wide eyes, at least you can 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, another person 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 low-level personnel such as factory employees, seamen, and waiters.

"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 said in surprise: "It seems that we agree on this point."

"That's what you thought when you came to the stage to fight?"

"No, I don't want to go up and get beaten up." Billy pointed at the group of booing spectators, "It's really depressing to start the game with everyone cursing, 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, is this kind of event going on 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 couldn't hear at all because of his hearing loss.

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

"Why be so polite." Old Muller said so, but 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.

Boy, not only in the Puton area, but also in the main areas 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's eyeballs rolled, and he realized that if this was in the form of a club, it would be quite a force if they could be integrated.

"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.

Perhaps it is an underground product of some big capital, or perhaps the original founder is a transcendent of a certain path, and the establishment of such an organization is very suitable for digesting magic medicine.

He knew that it was very difficult for transcendents of many paths to be promoted, and compared to Grace's crazy method, this was already a very benevolent method.

For the sake of Tu Fu's generosity, the old Muller gave him another note, which recorded the addresses of the various branches of the boxing club in the Central District, Green District, and Wood District.

The core rule here is simple,

There is 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 that."

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 ordered just now, 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 whore for nothing?

There are 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 Polia Sea area is proud to have been admitted here.

Only local children in 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 take out and carefully examine the information obtained from other places. It is also Tu Fu's information, but this one is more detailed, and even the information about entering and leaving the police system twice recently has notes.

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

"George, have you seen 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 filled a woman of this age with 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 time 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 that 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, I could help him with all the formalities. Although I was polite, I always felt...he was not very interested."

McGovern's feelings about himself have always been very accurate. A person's language and expression may lie, but only 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, it seemed that the thoughts in their hearts could be seen through by the other party.

The kid had a maturity that was out of character for his age.

"This may not be too bad. 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.

Back then, the disappearance of Professor Capet and Ms. Sofia was a huge sensation, and the scientific expedition team that gathered industry elites caused an uproar in the international academic circle.

But overnight, it became a topic that cannot be mentioned, and people could not help but 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's discovering the facts or finding their whereabouts, it requires a lot of energy.

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

The woman in the floral long dress mentioned, "This year, the examination papers from the Göttinghagen examination hall have begun to be distributed to the printing plants in the kingdom's major states, and we will be busy soon."

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

a month later,

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