My lover is this organization

The winery staff, led by a silver-haired beauty, successfully occupied a whole row of seats, which were neither too high nor too low, right in the middle, facing the side of the rectangular arena. From left to right, they could take in the entire battle situation in the arena.

Vodka looked down at the arena with his big sunglasses on, watching the contestants in white karate uniforms entering one after another, but there was no sign of Qin Wuque. He couldn't help but feel puzzled and muttered to himself.

"Where's Snow Flower? I don't think I saw him at all. The people below are almost starting to compete. Could it be that he ate something unhygienic on the way here and temporarily transformed himself into a jet fighter?"

"I don't know, but I didn't see it either," said Cohen, the sniper sitting next to him.

Considering the large number of participants, the tournament adopts an elimination system, with players continuously advancing two to one and two to one until the final winner is decided.

And because the competition venue is huge, there is no need to conduct the games one by one like in a boxing ring. Many games can be held simultaneously, so the field below is divided into many small areas before the game starts for players to compete.

At this time, many of the paired players below have arrived at their respective competition venues and are greeting their opponents in preparation for the start of the competition.

Even a considerable number of them have already officially started fighting at the instruction of the referee.

The competition is about to start, but Qin Wuque is nowhere to be seen on the field...

Everyone in the winery who was familiar with this bastard knew that it was impossible for this guy to be stage-frightened. He would never be stage-frightened in his entire life. The reason why he hadn't gone on stage yet was either that he was lost or something else.

In short, I was tripped up by a sudden unexpected situation.

But the problem is that the game will not be suspended due to an individual's unexpected situation. Once it starts, it starts. If a player cannot arrive within the specified time, it will be counted as a forfeit.

Sure enough, after a while, the radio began to urge.

"Attention contestant No. 98, your opponent No. 67 has been in position for a long time. If you don't arrive in time, it will be regarded as a voluntary forfeit!"

"Here it comes! Don't rush me, it's really..."

A familiar complaining tone came from the contestants' entrance, and the real wines sitting in the audience turned their heads and looked in the direction of the voice subconsciously as if their DNA was moving.

Normally speaking, in such a spacious stadium, a person's voice should be very weak without the aid of amplification equipment, but there was one guy whose voice was particularly strong. It didn't sound heart-wrenching at all, and it wasn't even shouting. He was just speaking normally, but everyone in the stadium could barely hear him clearly.

As for the other contestant No. 67 mentioned in the broadcast, he was a karate fighter who looked like he was from South Africa. He had a classic afro. Although he was not very strong, he was tall and had a considerable advantage among all the contestants in terms of leg and arm length.

But his opponent is obviously a sadist...

Almost everyone in the audience was attracted by the complaint, and when they turned their eyes to look, everyone was completely shocked at this moment.

If before this their impression of the mysterious contestant No. 98 was just casual, then now it has been decisively upgraded to unruly... No, this is already wild and uninhibited!

The white karate uniform in the shape of a "cardigan" was open wide in front of the man's chest, revealing his solid chest muscles, while the hem, which should have been tied up with a belt, fluttered freely in the wind behind him. He didn't mind showing off his perfect eight-pack abs in front of thousands of people at the same time.

And if the other contestants had nothing in their hands when they entered, then contestant No. 98 had an outrageous amount of things in his hands.

He had a white karate belt wrapped around his left hand and a book called "Karate Beginner's Guide" in his right hand. When he entered the venue, he did not forget to read the book while walking, and nodded from time to time with an expression that showed he had learned something.

The posture looked more like that of an old man taking a walk and reading the newspaper in the park in the morning than a competitor participating in a karate championship.

That’s right, this person is Qin Wuque.

"Hahahahaha! Xuehua is... so talented..."

Chianti, who was sitting in the audience, spat out a mouthful of juice when he saw it the first time. He didn't even have time to wipe his mouth and laughed wildly, pounding his thigh.

Although the silver-haired beauty and Vermouth sitting next to her did not react so exaggeratedly, they could not help laughing, with the corners of their mouths slightly raised.

To be honest, Qin Wuque didn't dress like this on purpose. It was just his first day learning karate today, and he had no idea how to tie the belt. But if he forced a bow on it, it would look stupid, so he simply didn't tie it and left it open!

We are open-minded!

It's just that he was open, but his opponents and referees were confused.

"Contestant No. 98, do you really want to start the game like this?" the referee asked stiffly.

"Yes, that's right." Qin Wuque said lightly.

He threw the belt and book in his hand over.

"Also, help me hold this for a moment, it will be ready soon."

"Uh-oh, okay..."

The referee subconsciously reached out to catch it, looked down, and suddenly his scalp exploded.

What a fucking beginner’s guide… Is this guy really not here to provoke me?

The South African player also took a look, and the expression on his face with the black man's thick lips suddenly became quite ferocious.

"You will regret!" he said harshly.

"What's the next sentence after I defend myself with my hand knife?" Qin Wuque suddenly said without any reason.

"What?" The South African player was stunned.

Before he had time to figure it out, the referee had already raised his hands and announced loudly.

"Then both sides take your positions! Let's begin!"

"Nice roundhouse kick!"

The moment the referee finished speaking, Qin Wuque shouted loudly, turned around quickly, and kicked forward.

The South African athlete flew backwards twenty or thirty meters.

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Chapter 381 Who are you hypnotizing?

"How lonely it is to be invincible~"

In the empty locker room, Qin Wuque was changing his clothes while humming a song.

He was the last to leave the locker room, but the first to return.

There was no one in the locker room when Qin Wuque left, and there was still no one there when he came back.

Instead, an official text message from the tournament was sent to his mobile phone. As for the mobile phone number, of course it was the one he wrote down when he filled out the registration form.

The content of the short message roughly meant that since he had demonstrated strong enough strength in the actual competition and ended the battle in less than a second, he automatically advanced to the next round of screening.

As mentioned before, the tournament adopts an elimination system, and Qin Wuque's competition number is ninety-eight, which means that the total number of participants in the tournament is ninety-eight. If calculated according to the rounded-up 100-person tournament, today's morning competition will determine the top fifty, and the afternoon competition will determine the top twenty-five.

He is now in the top 25.

In other words, he has no games in the afternoon, so he can go out and hang out. Even if he has another game, it will not be until tomorrow morning.

"Slip away, slip away~"

Qin Wuque rolled up the karate uniform and the belt of his pants and casually stuffed them into the plastic bag that came with the books and clothes he bought. He then picked up the bag, hummed a little tune, and prepared to go out to meet up with Captain Qin and the others.

At this moment, he suddenly saw from the corner of his eye that the locker room door was opened from the outside and a suit floated in.

Oh, no... To be precise, it was not a suit, but a man dressed neatly in a suit and tie. He was quite tall and at first glance, he looked to be in his thirties or forties. He was well maintained and exuded an elegance all over his body.

If I have to give a more vivid example, it would probably be the feeling of Tousaka Tokiomi in Fate, but not as calm as Tousaka Tokiomi, but with a hint of mystery.

Of course, in Qin Wuque's opinion, this so-called sense of mystery is just pretentious.

"You've gone to the wrong place. This is the players' locker room." Qin Wuque said after taking a glance.

"Ah... I know that. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself right away." The pretentious man just closed the door with his backhand. He was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and then he bowed politely, "Nice to meet you. I'm Leon Law. I just watched your entire game. Your strength is very impressive..."

"Leon Law?"

Qin Wuque interrupted him, scratched his head and hissed.

"I seem to remember this name... You, you, you, oh yes, you are the famous safe maker in Singapore!"

Making safes...

Hearing this name, Leon's blood pressure suddenly rose.

However, relying on his good self-control, he took a deep breath calmly and calmed his surging blood pressure.

"Indeed, security work is also part of the projects I am currently running. Besides, I also have some knowledge of reasoning, psychology, etc." He said calmly.

"Oh." Qin Wuque said in a cold tone.

"..."

"..."

As the word "Oh" came out, the atmosphere in the locker room suddenly became tense.

Just... you can't say there's anything wrong with his response, because it does express affirmation, but it just makes people inexplicably confused about how to continue.

It’s like many conversations are ruined by this one word.

Fortunately, a certain dog head still gave some face.

"So you really came to the wrong place. The men's restroom is over there." Qin Wuque pointed to the right.

Men's restroom...

"I'm pretty sure I didn't go the wrong way." Leon took a deep breath again, "I came to find you."

"Huh? Looking for me?"

Qin Wuque raised his eyebrows, put the plastic bag containing the karate uniform on the ground, and then sat down on the bench next to him.

He bent one leg and placed it on the chair, resting his elbow on it.

"You'll have thirty seconds to speak."

"..."

If possible, Lyon would like to slam the door and leave right now.

But he came with a purpose, and before achieving that purpose, he had to manage his emotions.

"It's like this." The psychologist tried his best to control his tone. "The strong strength you showed in the competition is admirable, so please allow me to sincerely invite you to work under me. Of course, I will not lose out on the compensation..."

"What???" Qin Wuque was stunned.

He was completely stunned. If the other party had not said this seriously with a serious tone and expression, he would almost think that this guy was joking with him.

Do you think you are funny?

"how……"

Leon now realized that something was wrong.

He originally thought that the other party was just a grassroots martial artist who had been practicing karate for more than ten years among the people and was ready to make a name for himself by participating in a competition, so he always communicated with him in a humble manner.

But the reaction shown by the other party at the moment was obviously not like that of a "corporal". Instead, it was like the absurd feeling of a world-class top tycoon when he heard that a local small entrepreneur wanted to recruit him as the general manager of the company.

Lyon, who had not done enough homework before coming, realized with horror that he seemed to have made a mistake this time, but he still had to go on.

"No, what I mean is... I hope to replace your recommender and become your new recommender. As compensation, I will offer double the remuneration, and I can help you pay off all the liquidated damages, etc."

"Liquidated damages? That's not necessary. I don't have any such thing as liquidated damages." Qin Wuque shrugged.

Lyon was delighted when he heard this, thinking that something was going on.

"That's great. I can increase your compensation. How about triple it? No, even quadruple it..."

"Not so good." Qin Wuque said meaninglessly, "I said I don't have to pay for breach of contract because my recommender is my girlfriend."

As soon as he finished speaking, the locker room door behind Leon was opened again from the outside, and a bright silver light appeared at the door.

A certain silver-haired beauty pushed the door open with one hand and looked into the dressing room with a frown. Behind her was Sister Bayonetta, with only half of her face exposed and wearing large sunglasses.

"Not okay yet?"

"Ah~ It's done, it's done. I'll be right there." Qin Wuque immediately changed his tone.

He stood up from the bench, picked up the plastic bag on the ground and walked towards the door. When he passed by the safe, he patted the latter's shoulder.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first. That's it. Goodbye."

"No, please wait a moment, there is one last thing I have always wanted to ask." Leon hurriedly stopped.

"If you have to fart, do it now." Qin Wuque sighed.

Lyon didn't have time to worry about the vulgarity of his words, so he adjusted his tone.

"I want to know, what do you think the purpose of your military power is? What is the end of the power you pursue?"

His voice suddenly became unreal and ethereal, like a whisper coming from the mist of a swamp.