Super War God in the City-Chapter 537: Idle People from All Walks of Life!

In a subterranean fighting arena in the Ais Duchy, the stands were filled with thousands, periodically erupting into waves of wild cheers and shouts.

On the stage, a muscular Caucasian man had just knocked out his eighteenth opponent in three seconds, prompting a frenzy of adoration from the crowd.

"Optimus Prime, Optimus Prime...."

The crowd, going wild, screamed their lungs out.

The man raised his hands, circled the stage, blew a kiss to all the spectators, and then walked off amid shrieks of excitement.

"Locke, you've got a call!"

"Oh, Merrin, just two more matches and I'm leaving!" The man smiled briefly before taking the phone and stepping aside.

The man shrugged in resignation. This guy always left after twenty matches, then disappeared for a long time. He knew the other as Locke, with the ring name 'Optimus Prime', a very mysterious figure.

He had investigated multiple times but couldn't find the slightest detail or clue about him, primarily because his strength was terrifying.

"King Kong, did you get into another underground fight? Come help me out!" Ling Fan's voice came faintly from the other side.

"Fuck, Beiming? Damn, I've been following the Underworld sites recently. I knew you'd contact us if there were no issues!" The man known as Locke yelled excitedly.

After a moment, Locke put down the phone and took several deep breaths to calm his agitated emotions.

He then approached Merrin, "Mate, I'm really sorry, but I've got an emergency and must leave. You'll have to find someone else to cover the last two fights!"

Merrin looked surprised, "Locke, that's not funny at all. These last two fights are crucial—I've bet a lot of money on them!"

"I'll take fifty percent less in commission. I really have to go, but I'll contact you if needed!" Locke clapped him on the shoulder and then disappeared from the underground ring.

"This guy...." Merrin shook his head helplessly and turned to get busy preparing for the final two matches.

In a bar in Fran Country, booming with music, a sexy bunny girl performing a pole dance on stage soon received a phone call and excitedly disappeared into the city.

Meanwhile, at a casino in Vegas, a black man watching the floor also left abruptly after receiving a call.

In Thousand Tower Country, a ruined temple.

A monk in his twenties and another in his seventies were sitting at the temple entrance, begging for alms.

"Master, you say our temple's deity needs a new golden statue, it's almost been two years, and we haven't even collected enough to fix the leaky roof!

Maybe we should just give up. There are too many temples in Thousand Tower Country, and no one comes to our rundown temple to pray or offer incense. The deity won't blame you!" the young monk muttered.

"Beneficence, beneficence, Yin Guang, sincerity brings spirit. If we can repair this temple, surely the incense will come!" the old monk joined his palms.

"Alright, alright, Master, I'm hungry. Let's eat first, or else I won't have the energy to beg!" Yin Guang quickly changed the subject.

"I'm hungry too. What shall we eat today?" the old Monk pulled out a crumpled bill from his robe.

Yin Guang pondered for a moment, suddenly reminiscing about the glorious days when he roamed outside, remembering a meal they had once shared that he would never forget.

"Master, I want to eat stewed goose in an iron pot!" Yin Guang said to himself.

The old monk, "...."

Just then, Yin Guang's old mobile phone rang.

A moment later, Yin Guang burst into laughter and declared boldly, "Master, your disciple has something to attend to, I'll be gone for a few days. When I return, I'll treat you to a whole roasted sheep!"

The old monk was left speechless, "What are you up to now?"

"Aren't you wanting to restore the golden statue for the temple? Fate has arrived, I'm off to beg for it, hahaha!" Yin Guang laughed heartily and ran off into the distance.

"Yin Guang, don't forget the roast whole lamb on your way back!" Yin Guang had run far away when his master's distant reminder reached him, and with a grin, he vanished around the corner.

In a zoo situated at another corner of the world, a beautiful woman was riding on the back of a large lion when she suddenly received a phone call and left the zoo with an excited expression.

In England, between two skyscrapers, a man dressed in a tailcoat was performing magic, crossing through the air from one rooftop to another as if treading on an invisible path.

Thousands of spectators surrounded the area, none of whom noticed the invisible wire under the man's feet, and the height was such that a fall wouldn't be fatal.

"This damned 'Bat,' not picking up my calls!" Ling Fan gripped his phone, cursing aloud.

"Damn it, who's the jerk calling me at this time!" the tailcoat-clad man cursed as well.

"Hello, who is it? It's inconvenient now, call me back in ten minutes!" The man promptly answered the call, planning to hang up right after speaking.

"Bat, it's Beiming. Time for you to get out and stretch a bit. You haven't died in there, have you?" The mild and familiar voice of Ling Fan came through.

"What? Beim... Beiming? So, you really disappeared..." The tailcoat-clad man expressed his shock, and just as he was halfway through speaking, he slipped and fell straight from dozens of meters high.

"Ahh~~~"

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Cries of alarm, particularly women's screams, erupted from the crowd below.

"Plummet~"

A loud thump echoed all around as the man landed on a car, completely denting it.

"Bat, what happened?" Ling Fan furrowed his eyebrows.

"Oh... no, nothing, just took a nasty spill!" the man said with a gloomy face.

A moment later, the man put away his phone, and under the shocked gaze of the spectators, threw a stack of money into the car before quickly disappearing from the scene.

"This... they survive even that?" the crowd gaped in disbelief.

On the other side of the world, in a funeral in Yana Duchy, a professional funeral team was conducting a distinctive ceremony for the deceased.

Led by two men dressed as Black and White Impermanence, seven Black guys were dancing with the coffin, performing a popular local funeral rite known as the 'joyful mourning.'

At that moment, one of the leaders answered a call without checking the caller ID and spoke directly, "Call me back in half an hour; I'm busy working here!"

Inside the Binzhou Villa, Official Ling, holding the phone, listened to the background music coming from the other side, his mouth twitching slightly.

"I say, can't you two do some wedding MC gigs? Why always hang around dead tasks? Be careful, too much Yin Qi can shorten your life!" Ling Fan said helplessly.

"Who is this?" a doubtful voice came from the other side.

"It's Beiming. Come to Snow Country and help me out!" Ling Fan said calmly.

"F**k, f**k, I saw the hints left on the Underworld website for the old members. You really are still alive. We even planned a new kind of funeral, originally intending to hold a grand one for you!" the man dressed as Black Impermanence said excitedly.

Official Ling's mouth twitched, "No need, I'm doing quite well..."

A few minutes later, Ling Fan hung up the phone, took a deep breath, these guys, he was speechless!

Seeing Ling Fan had finished his call, Nora blushed slightly and whispered, "Beiming, I'm going to take a shower first!"

"Sure, go ahead, I'll wait for you!" Ling Fan waved his hand and replied.

Nora's legs tightened nervously, her heartbeat quickened, and she went upstairs to bathe in a fluster!

PS: Switching to a new plotline, it needs some specific design; there will be at least one more update tonight. Additionally, thank you to the new top second 'User78974.....' for your support, much appreciated~~~