Qin Ran stepped in.
He should be the last to arrive.
After he entered, the gatekeeper also came in and closed the door again.
Qin Ran glanced at the other party from the corner of his eye, and then looked at the room in front of him.
The room in the building is larger than it looks, about the size of a football field, and the whole is a boxy 'mouth' shape, with no distinction between up and down, and left and right.
The rough concrete walls and floors, although cleaned to a certain extent in advance, still give people a dirty feeling.
A few wires hang down from the ceiling, and the huge light bulbs are just connected to the wires, rough and simple, just like the surrounding furnishings.
Apart from a few rusty shelves, there is not much else.
It should have been a warehouse-like place at first, but after being abandoned for unknown reasons, it became a gathering place for dark eaters.
The Dark Eaters were either standing against the wall or squatting in the corner, but the only thing they had in common was that there were more or less items placed in front of them.
Qin Ran walked around the room, carefully looking at the items.
Most of them are ingredients.
A small part is kitchen utensils.
Scattered are some incomplete written records and some things that Kieran can't see the use of.
All in all, not great value.
At least among ingredients and kitchen utensils, Kieran seldom saw anything larger than the rarity level.
In this regard, Qin Ran was not disappointed.
Before coming, his subordinate had described to him in detail the gatherings similar to the dark eaters, because the looting characteristics of the dark eaters themselves have long determined that it is difficult for these people to keep good things, or , Even if there are good things, these people will not show them.
At least, not at first.
Every time you need to go through some 'hot spots', there will be good things.
If there is enough time, Kieran doesn't mind watching the 'heated scene' of the Dark Eaters, but unfortunately, he doesn't have the time.
so…
Bang, bang!
Qin Ran walked to the door, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden frame beside him slightly.
The sudden abnormal noise immediately attracted everyone in the room.
They all looked at Qin Ran who made the noise with unkind eyes.
then…
bang bang bang!
The heads exploded at the same time, like incomplete fireworks blooming.
Plop, plop!
The corpses fell to the ground one after another.
From the very beginning, Kieran planned to do this.
If you want to kill all the dark eaters in the room in a short time and almost silently, is there anything more suitable
No!
Even the most offensively aggressive can emit heat that draws unwanted attention.
Emerald green, orange red, gold.
Suddenly bloom!
Even the dazzling lights can't hide these brilliance!
Qin Ran walked over with a smile on his face.
…
boom! boom! boom!
The colorful fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and the students on the float cheered loudly, while the students around who participated in the anniversary celebration jumped up and down, waving their arms.
As the conductor of the freshman float, Steinert had to be independent from the joyful crowd.
It's not that he doesn't want the cheery chants.
Instead, he needs to calculate the time and drive the float, so he can't be distracted at all.
For the former, a slight mistake would make this freshman a laughingstock, and he couldn't bear the responsibility.
And the latter
That's even more dangerous!
In Teoret tonight, almost everyone gathered, even the main road became narrow, and casualties would occur if the driver was not careful.
You know, facing the impact of such a large car, even the fourth and fifth graders may be powerless.
Then, subconsciously, Stent thought of Qin Ran.
"If it's the chief..."
"Well, it might be me who died."
After making an assumption like an impact in his mind, Steinert immediately shook his head shudderingly. He knew exactly what kind of existence his chief was.
How dare you hit him with a car
He will definitely let your car crash!
Although he didn't know what method he would use, Stent inexplicably had similar confidence.
Just like he has confidence in his creative float to win the first round of championship.
watch it!
I will impress you all!
Thinking of the hesitation on the faces of the freshmen in the face of their own creativity, Steinert's rare fighting spirit boiled up.
Jingle Bell!
The alarm clock next to the driver's seat rang, and Steiner immediately calmed down. This is the alarm clock he set, which means that they should enter the venue.
The first round has begun!
Stepping on the accelerator again, the float drove towards the gymnasium smoothly!
On the top of the float, freshmen with all kinds of strange things, dripping with blood and covered in bandages are listless. As the float moves forward, their bodies shake unconsciously, looking like a group of lifeless Zombies are average.
Even if it is close to the stadium, there is no expectation.
It is really…
too ugly!
It's obviously an anniversary, but it's not Halloween.
How can anyone dress up like this
If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't beat Stent, these freshmen would have given up a long time ago.
Looking at the gymnasium getting closer, these freshmen were full of despair.
They think they'll be a laughing stock when the sun rises tomorrow.
The gymnasium that experienced a certain incident reopened on the anniversary day.
And this freshman is the latest to enter here.
The floats of the fifth, fourth, third and second graders have already parked in front of the gymnasium.
Compared with Steinert's painstaking decoration, the sophomores undoubtedly did their best. Flowers like sunflowers were pasted around the float, and on the roof of the float was an elephant's head. The elephant trunk shakes up and down with the roar of the car engine.
The third-grade floats looked much cooler. A white oil-paper umbrella was held in the hands of the third-grade students. The chief swordsman was kneeling in the middle, with his long sword across his knees. If it weren't for the surrounding atmosphere, everyone would be When they saw this chief, they would think that the other party was going to a duel, not to attend the anniversary celebration.
"What a disappointment."
In the lazy and charming words, Renata, who was wearing a leather coat, waved the whip in her hand towards the position of the chief swordsman.
Snapped!
The crisp sound of the whip immediately attracted the attention of the people around.
All the boys couldn't help swallowing when they saw Renata in a leather jacket, especially the boys who couldn't help but think of something when they saw the steel pipes standing on the floats and the flashing colorful neon lights. start to rise.
Renata noticed this keenly.
Her face became more and more charming, but there was a sneer in her heart.
Heh, man.
While snorting slightly with disdain, a figure flashed inexplicably in Renata's heart.
The other party is very special.
Although he is a man, he is different from other men.
Not only strong, but also tough, will not be fooled by her charm, and always treat her equally.
Only such a man can be called a man!
Thinking about it from the bottom of my heart, the charming smile on Renata's face became more and more captivating. Those students who were not eligible to board the float, and the borrowers, unconsciously approached the fourth grade float.
"Chief, we are going to lose again in the first round."
The chief assistant of the fifth grade said to 'Tai' with a smile.
Although he sighed, the assistant didn't have any frustration on his face, he was still smiling and didn't care at all.
"Renata has too much advantage in the first round."
"We'll just take it back in the next session."
The fifth grade chief said calmly while holding a teacup.
The people around nodded in agreement.
Although this is not a formal 'food battle', the pride of being fifth graders makes it impossible for them to just admit defeat.
But when all the fifth graders were full of confidence, the fifth grade chief 'Tai' looked towards the position where the freshmen's float was.
Although he had received reliable information that the monster had entered the e-15 secret realm, he always felt that there was something hidden there.
"I lost!"
Stent looked at the crowd gathered around the fourth-grade float, and his face was full of mourning.
What a bunch of mortals!
Why be attracted to a mortal
Obviously his urban legend ghost creative float is more attractive, okay
Look at that bloody murderer!
Look at that eerie lady in white!
Look at this hideous Frankenstein!
Which one is not prettier than her
What a taste!
"So I said, your idea will not work."
Micah looked at the fourth-grade float that had already started.
As the float with the largest number of people around, it will be the first to enter the venue.
"What's the big deal, you haven't been beaten by the chief!"
Steiner looked angrily at the fourth grade float going away.
"Blandness can win favor, even if it's authentic."
Micah pointed to the second third-grade float to enter the field.
"She was also beaten by the chief!"
Steiner emphasized.
"Children's interest will also resonate!"
Micah looked at the third sophomore float entering the field.
"You guess when the chief beat him, he didn't cry like a child?"
Steiner was full of disdain.
Then, there is the fifth grade float.
Without waiting for his friend to speak again, Steiner said directly: "A group of rotten guys, when they are hanged and beaten by the chief, can they still be so proud?"
"Don't you think you're a bit of a loser now?"
Micah poked his friend's sore spot mercilessly.
"At least I haven't been beaten by the chief!"
Stern said pretending to be tough.
"Can you see reality?"
Micah sighed
"You were also beaten by the chief!"
Steiner emphasized again.
Micah looked at his friend. If the other party was not still driving, he swore that he would tell his friend with his fist what the pain of being beaten was.
The newborn floats slowly entered the field.
The stadium was full.
Faculty, teachers and professors were present one after another.
Even those in bandages and wheelchairs are no exception.
These people were particularly concerned about the freshmen's floats. When they saw that there was no black figure in it, these people were obviously relieved, and their conversations with each other became much louder.
"That guy is not here!"
"It seems that the news is true!"
"He really entered the secret realm!"
"Since this is the case, don't blame us. If he is not here, those freshmen will be unlucky!"
…
Naturally, Steinert and Micah couldn't hear the conversation in the stands. They got off the float and followed the instructions to the arena marked with freshmen.
In the gymnasium, there are a total of one big, six small and seven arenas.
At this moment, the biggest arena and the innermost arena are empty.
The remaining five arenas were marked with the nameplates of each grade.
There are about 30 people standing on each arena, all of whom have stepped off the floats, and they can be regarded as elites of all grades.
And these people need to compete for the ten places in the big ring.
Among them, every fifth grader is one quota, two fourth graders are one quota, three third graders are one quota, and so on.
To put it simply, if a challenge is encountered, five freshmen can play at the same time.
Of course…
Even if five freshmen play together, the chances of winning against the fourth and fifth graders are not too great.
Therefore, the freshmen are basically going through the motions.
What attracts the most attention is the battle of the senior grades. Therefore, this informal session has become the most anticipated program besides the "Gourmet Competition".
Today, however, is a little different.
Many people are looking at the new students here.
"There seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere."
Standing on the ring, Stent whispered to Mika beside him.
"Well, there are several malicious guys staring at us."
Micah nodded, and looked at the malicious gaze from the seniors' arena, and looked at each other without flinching.
"These guys don't want to..."
Stent, who is not a fool, immediately thought of something.
"It's probably what you think it is."
Micah's face became serious.
"Too bad, the chief is not here, it's up to us..."
"Just because our chances of victory are very small, even very good, but... this doesn't mean we have to give up. I don't want the chief to face a group of people who fled without a fight when the chief comes back!"
While talking, Micah looked at his friends and classmates who were embarrassed around him, and then he began to tighten his fist belt.
Everyone else has hit in front of him, so what's there to back down
Fuck him!
This is what Micah has always believed in.
As for winning or losing
You will know only after playing!
Seeing Micah tightening his fist belt, Steinert took a few deep breaths and calmed down. He turned around and looked at the freshmen behind him.
"Some guys want to take advantage of the chief's absence and give us a blow."
"In fact, they've been wanting to do it for a long time."
"It's only because of the existence of the chief that they have been kept until now, and now, the chief has left due to something, and finally gave them a chance."
"They're going to teach us a lesson, and I don't think we should sit still."
"Surrender? Admit defeat?"
"It's not what we want either."
"I want to fight!"
Stewart said loudly.
After the words fell, the chief assistant scratched his head, with a touch of shame on his face, and said: "I'm a little embarrassed to say it, but why do I dare to do this when I face these senior students who are much stronger than us?" Do it because the chief stands behind us!"
"The chief left temporarily due to something, but the chief will come back eventually. When the chief returns, the chief will definitely repay us ten times, a hundred times for everything we have suffered!"
"so… "
Stent took a deep breath, turned around, exhausted all his strength, raised his middle finger at those malicious people in the surrounding ring, and shouted: "Come on! Fight!"
The surrounding freshmen were taken aback for a moment, and then raised their middle fingers at those guys almost in unison.
they yelled in unison
"Come on! Fight!"