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Chapter 676 The Hidden Identity

"Bull Warrior?" A male voice suddenly sounded behind them, "Little friend, is the Bull Warrior you mentioned very good?"

"This uncle, who are you?" Guangyou turned his head after hearing the voice, and saw a man with short fluffy hair standing behind their seats.

The face is handsome, the facial features are correct, and it looks good.

"I'm only 27 years old, and I haven't reached the age of an uncle yet." The man gave a wry smile and changed the subject, "By the way, kid, who is that bull warrior you're talking about? Is he good?"

"It's not a question of whether he's powerful or not." On the spur of the moment, Guangyou gestured a few times, and clicked his tongue, "He really is that rare kind of conceited."

The man nodded, expressing his understanding: "I understand. In Mexican wrestling, the loser has to take off his mask. This bull warrior must have confidence in himself to win every battle. It seems that he is indeed very strong."

"Sorry to interrupt." Uncle Mao Li glanced at the man, and then at You. Although the two didn't know each other, they seemed to have a good chat, but the man still didn't introduce his identity, "Excuse me ,You are?"

"My name is Dashen Jingqing, and I am 27 years old." Dashen Jingqing laughed before introducing herself, "The No. [-] ugly man you mentioned just now is me."

As soon as the words fell, Uncle Mao Li suddenly became embarrassed. The master just happened to hear the choreographer. How lucky is it to encounter such a thing.

Before he could change the subject, Uncle Mao Li realized one thing, so the man in front of him is the wolf-faced soldier?
Xiaolan also realized this matter, she shouted in surprise: "If you say that, you are Mr. Great God"

"Shh!" Great God Jing Qing quickly raised a finger, signaling to the two not to reveal his identity, looked around, and said softly, "You guessed it right, the wolf-faced warrior is indeed me."

"Is there such a coincidence." Conan retracted his gaze and muttered, "It's fine for this kind of person to appear here, but why don't you care about telling strangers that you deliberately hide your identity, aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

The others didn't hear Conan's muttering, and continued to chat with Dashen Jingqing.

"But Mr. Dashen, you showed up here without wearing a mask, so nothing will happen." Xiaolan looked around and confirmed that no one was looking at them before she said, "If someone finds out, then Your efforts are in vain."

The audience who are concerned about the wolf-faced fighter competition can be roughly divided into two types. One is to see how many games the wolf-faced fighter can win in a row.

The other is like Xiaolan, who expects the wolf-faced fighter to lose the game, so that he can know what the person under the mask looks like at that time.

"It's okay, the company has announced that the wolf-faced fighter is a Mexican, and I often sit in the front row to enjoy the game. Many old audiences are familiar with me, so everyone just thinks that I am a new wrestler. players only"

Dashen Jingqing didn't care at all and said, "And I will only use the unique move of the wolf-faced fighter in the ring, and everyone will definitely not think of me."

"Uncle Dashen is right. As long as there are no accidents, others will not easily think of him."

Guangyou added from the side, "Just like what this great uncle said, on the one hand, people don't think that people who often show their faces are wolf-faced fighters; The rules of Mexican wrestling, as long as anyone who knows about this aspect should know, it can be regarded as a smoke bomb."

"This little brother is right. The company and I think so too." Dashen Jingqing just agreed and felt a little wrong. Did the kid call him uncle just now? Is he so old?

"Then if you say that, not many people should know your identity."

Even so, Uncle Mao Li was still a little worried, "But aren't you afraid that we will reveal your true identity?"

"Except for the professional wrestlers in Imperial Capital, no one else knows my identity, not even my parents and girlfriend."

Dashen Jingqing smiled and waved his hands, comforting them, "I believe you will not disclose my information. After all, I am a detective, Kogoro Mori. I believe in your reputation, Mr. Mori."

This flattery was just right, and Uncle Maori was extremely comfortable. He suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, straightened his face slightly, and nodded: "Don't worry, I will never reveal your ID card. I, Kogoro Maori Very trustworthy."

In fact, Dashen Jingqing's appearance is not bad, which made Uncle Maoli a little puzzled, and asked: "Speaking of which, Mr. Dashen, you are quite handsome, I don't think there is any need to cover it up."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you cover it up. Showing your face will certainly attract some viewers who value appearance, but the popularity will not be as high as it is now."

Guangyou interjected, "First use the gimmick of winning consecutively and taking off the mask when you lose to create a character set that is different from other players, causing a wave of discussion."

"It would be best if we can continue the winning streak. When the winning streak reaches a certain number of games, for example, when we take off our mask to celebrate the [-]th winning streak, we can definitely increase the popularity and attract more viewers."

"Of course, you can also choose not to take off the mask until you retire. In this case, you will create a myth of no defeat, and even if you retire, you will be remembered."

"It doesn't matter if you accidentally lose, because you have won a lot of matches in a row, you have a certain fan base, and you can attract a wave of viewers by showing your face. At that time, you will be more popular than ordinary wrestlers."

After listening to Guangyou's analysis, Conan, Xiaolan, and Uncle Maoli all nodded thoughtfully.

This wave of analysis is well-founded and convincing.

"It's actually not that complicated." Dashen Jingqing couldn't help explaining, "It's just that I like the feeling of covering my face."

As soon as he finished explaining, Dashen Jingqing felt the boy who called him uncle cast his eyes on him.

At this time, Guangyou was a little embarrassed. He just made up a lot of serious nonsense and said a lot. Even if the facts are different, but because of what he said so much, let's cooperate with him to continue acting.

It's not something important.

Fortunately, Dashen Jingqing speeded up her speech a little after feeling his gaze, and smoothed things over: "However, after playing a few games, the company found that many viewers wanted to see my real face, so they thought of using this as a publicity point."

"Excuse me, Mr. God, won't you be sad?" Xiaolan suddenly showed a sad face, and asked the God Jingqing, "It must be hard work for you to hide your identity from everyone."

Conan's expression suddenly changed.

Xiaolan continued to ask: "I think your girlfriend really hopes that you can tell her the truth about this matter?"

The scene fell into a brief silence. Dashen Jingqing didn't expect Xiaolan to ask this question, and didn't know how to answer it for a while, but Conan was looking at Xiaolan, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Uncle Mao Li looked at Xiaolan, not sure why his daughter would ask this question, but he didn't say anything, just sat by and observed the situation.

Guangyou, who was sitting on the side talking to Xiao Ai, also turned his head to look at Conan and Xiaolan.

The atmosphere gradually became a little dignified
(End of this chapter)