An Yinong and this man fought, both restrained from using their supernatural powers, but the punches and kicks showed that neither side didn't reserve any strength.

Physically, this muscular man has the advantage. But skill-wise, An Yinong was more skillful and used his strength to shade the opposite side several times.

"Who's that?"

"It seems to be someone from the Hwa Hsia team."

Beautiful Card's and Huaxia's went up against each other, and no one came around to persuade: Beautiful Card's fists were hard, and Huaxia's slaps were loud.

This matter is the matter of two people, not only the matter of two people but also the matter of two forces. What's more, the five hooligans within the fight are to fight to the vital time and can be unanimous, without some ability not dare to get involved.

Fortunately, staff will soon persuade the two after the matter is reported to their captains.

Hua Xia's captain soon arrived. He looked around to see that An Yinong had not been bullied; his body was clean, and his face was calm. He breathed a sigh of relief: as long as the person was fine, it was good.

"Sorry for being late." At this time, Beautiful Card's captain also came.

Since everyone was already here, the matter could be said. The staff said nothing else and directly pulled up the surveillance, showing the situation in three hundred and sixty degrees.

A few heads came together.

Seeing the man deliberately walking in front of An Yinong to provoke him, the captain of Beautiful Card silently glanced at the man.

The man turned around, looking left and then right.

When he saw An Yinong kicking the man without saying a word, the captain of Huaxia silently looked at An Yinong again.

An Yinong turned his face sideways, looking at the sky and the ground.

"Sorry, young people don't know better."

"Sorry, kids are young and impetuous."

This situation belonged to a situation where both people were at fault and could only be beaten thirty times each. The two captains apologized to the opposite side with severe faces, then held down the man and An Yinong to express their apologies to each other, and then carried the man away.

"Next time, you'll have to wait for the other side to make the first move. The fight is only in name."

An Yinong wasn't a team member, there was no risk of withdrawal, and the captain was remarkably amiable.

And he didn't think anything was wrong with An Yinong not withdrawing in that situation. It was the man from Beautiful Card who was looking for a fight. Such a big door had to block the front of An Yinong. Didn't he deserve to find a beating?

"I've been taught. I'll do that next time."

"No, no, there should be still no next time. You don't make a move." The captain covered his face. He was well aware of An Yinong's ability. He definitely wouldn't have fought a fistfight if he had targeted that man.

This was how the 'accountability' on the Chinese side ended. Every dragon-level mutant was a big baby, and this was the big baby they had borrowed from the Mutant Association, which could not be scolded but only coaxed.

As for Meika's side, the specifics were unknown, but it was rumored that the man only showed up for a few days afterward, and even for meals, his teammates came to bring boxed lunches.

Waiting for the participating national teams to come together, the competition will also begin, and the various venues will have to be inspected for the last time. At the same time, the International Mutant Animal Competition was also entering the live broadcast heat stage.

"Hello, can I interrupt for a few minutes? May I ask who you are?"

An Yinong, preparing for dinner, was stuck in traffic: "Sorry, I'm in a hurry to eat."

Reporter: ......

This reply of rushing to eat, this look, this ...... not this anymore, the reporter went straight to the point: "You are Chinese. It's okay. I want to see this side of the restaurant, or let's walk and talk simultaneously?"

An Yinong did not quite understand. So many people. Why to catch him one?

"I'm the logistics staff of the Chinese team, Chu Yang." He showed the reporter his work card.

The two of them then walked into the restaurant. An Yinong had thought about what to eat for lunch that night, so he went straight to the second floor and walked up to the window where the steaks were fried, "Have a Tomahawk steak."

After hesitating for a few days, he still went for the giant tomahawk.

How could he, who loved beef so much, miss out on such a delicious flavor that was slightly overbearing in its bravado?

The red-faced chef with a giant bladder behind the window confirmed the size of the tomahawk with An Yinong.

"Are they all five centimeters thick? No thinner ones? Then it's smaller."

Yet a tomahawk steak, how much smaller could it get? The chef chose a smaller one for him, which was still nearly a kilogram. This was challenging for An Yinong, who ate meat up to six taels.

"Okay, it's ready to go." While waiting for his food, he was interviewed by a reporter.

The reporter was a brown-haired sister with a warm and generous beauty. She smiled and asked An Yinong, "You came straight to this window. Is this your favorite food?"

"No," An Yinong shook her head, "There's no favorite. As long as it's delicious, it's a favorite."

The standard answer of a foodie.

"Don't you have a favorite dish here?"

"The food from home is etched into the soul, but the wildflowers outside are also fragrant. That's why I've tasted the specialties of many countries during this time, and except for some that can't be compatible due to personal preference issues, most of the food here deserves a five-star recommendation.

"I love Chinese food. My neighbor once brought me his sweet and sour pork, which is still a regular on my menu."

This reporter understood the Chinese people's pursuit of delicious food and their love and pride for their local cuisine. Using food as an opening, she quickly gained An Yinong's goodwill and made the interview go smoothly.

The reporter lady asked him what he thought of the tournament and his impressions and evaluations of the various national teams.

This question sounds very common and friendly, but it is very troublesome because there are many things you think and say one way, but others may interpret it to mean something else when they hear it.

Many people who were inexperienced in this interviewing thing had stepped on potholes and even broken bones.

An Yinong smiled at the reporter lady and said, "You look gentle but pretty dishonest.

"This is a live broadcast?" He pointed at the cameraman.

The reporter glanced back, "Yes, the whole thing is live."

He compared it to an okay: at least he didn't have to worry about messing up the editing in the post so that he could be a little more liberal then.

"Just to be clear, I'm evaluating an ordinary logistician with firm personal preferences, and it can't be taken as fact or a reference. If you have to fight with me over a length, you're both right."

After An Yinong clarified, the reporter lady became pregnant, wanting to pry out some explosive news from his mouth. However ......

"Let's start with the Ross team. This is the first team I came into contact with. I was mesmerized from the first moment I saw it. Do you get it? With the rough and cold aura of the Siberian plains, with surging power hidden in their bodies, every muscle combines strength and beauty."

Breath? In the body? Muscles? The reporter lady came to her senses and couldn't wait to shove the microphone into his mouth: Tell your story!

"Yes, I'm super into the team!"

"Them?"

She sensed something wasn't right but asked, "And what are you talking about?"

"The Ross team members, of course, a male brown bear strong enough to be a Ross wolf with gradient brown and gray body fur. I'm curious: why do outsiders rate Ross wolves as having dull and rough body hair? Don't you think their body hair is gorgeous? It's a masterpiece of life that combines utility and beauty."

Next, it was time for An Yinong's fraternization. Though many of the animals had been seen only once, he was impressed with them and spoke of them with a fondness that could not be concealed, and his eyes glowed.

If he spoke of people, no matter what country they were from or if he said he liked them or didn't like them, there were people who would find fault and carry on, but it was much safer to speak of animals.

And honestly, An Yinong didn't like lying; a lie was always a lie, no matter how subtle. So he didn't bother talking about people, just animals.

It was essential to realize that this was the 'Mutant Animal Competition,' so the mutant animals were the protagonists, the players, no problem.

A few minutes later, the pan-fried and oiled tomahawk steak came up. The hand-axe-shaped steak was placed on a square wooden plate, next to roasted potato sticks, carrots, broccoli, and two beef sausages, and finally drizzled with brown sauce.

An Yinong's eyes went straight, while the reporter lady could hardly wait to run away, "Thank you very much for your cooperation, so we'll leave you to dine. Enjoy your meal, and goodbye."

She didn't want to know how handsome, dashing, and beautiful these animals were.

Slippery snakes were one handsome and cold killer? No! As handsome and cold as they were, full of otherworldly beauty, there was no way she could ever like them!

"Tsk, just run away?" An Yinong picked up a knife and fork and sliced off a piece of beef that was still pink in the center, "News sensitivity is still not high enough."

What kind of place is a restaurant? It's a place to eat and a place to relax. And when a person relaxes with a friend or two companions around, they unconsciously leak information.

"Mmm~~" Black pepper and salt and a little bit of vanilla couldn't cover up the steak's vaguely creamy aroma, and this fullness of having one's mouth stuffed with beef made one so happy that one wanted to sing a song.

You should indeed eat tomahawk steak for lunch!

What's the big deal about indigestion? Eat another box of hawthorn slices.

After slicing and eating a few slices with a knife and fork and feeling that it wasn't too much, An Yinong put on gloves and held the ribs and gnawed on them, and the fat and tender beef wrapped in that crispy shell almost made his soul go to heaven.

It is such a thick beef, and the center is almost deep red. I thought it was the flavor of raw meat from the scald, but I did not expect to eat this good.

What with all the reporters and interviews, he left it all behind.

He loved the Mutant Animal International tournament!

An Yinong here wasn't pitted, but the others who needed to gain the experience to deal with reporters were miserable. Especially those breeders with mutant animals, simply one sentence a pop, hated these people's captains so much that they sent a 'gag order' in their cell phone group.

Anyway, it's just more words, less words, less mistakes.

Later on, these teams learned their lesson, picking out friendly journalists to specialize in interviews and trying to shift their attention to the mutant animals.

So, the participants from various countries led their valiant mutant animals in front of the camera, and this wave of appearances caused intense discussions among people worldwide.

Even in foreign countries, the mutant animals that ordinary people could come into contact with were limited. The varieties were confined to pets, and it was the first time they had seen so many such incredible super mutant animals.

"White lions! Gray wolf! Brown bear!" The first thing they saw were the top predators.

But cuties with special abilities soon came into their sights, like spiders, moths, and whatnot.

Of course, most people paid more attention to their own country's teams, such as the Chinese team, whose information was stripped bare from the participants and the animals participating in the logistics.

Including An Yinong, the 'animal psychology expert' with a high animal affinity.

"Look, my grandson." Even Grandma, who was far from the village, saw An Yinong in the video, who was handsome and had white skin that could glow when standing in a crowd.

"I told you, my grandson is working for the country, and you still doubt it. Look, see, the national team!"

The grandparents gathered at the village entrance and stood in awe.

Even though the village grandma knows about paid vacation, Xiaowu will only find out earlier, lying on the bed of the rented house. Xiaowu's round eyes: "Chu did not say you want to return to your hometown? This is to take the time to go out of the country than a race?"

Around the acquaintance suddenly on TV, that feeling is too metaphysical. This is a street, a neighborhood where people talk about the mysterious pet grooming store owner.

"It's all fun and games." Sitting in his office, Han Yu stroked the picture of the two of them in the frame.

"Meow." Sting barked at An Yinong on the screen while Tuanwu cocked her head in recognition.

Han Yu didn't understand what the cat was saying, but he had said, "Sting misses his master too?"

Time moved forward quickly, and it soon came to the last day for the registration program and entry list to be determined.

"What? Something happened to the team?"

At this time, the mutated animals of the Chinese team were in trouble. The mink that was one of the contestants was sleeping.

They checked the food and living environment and found no problems. And veterinarians and healing mutants were checking its body, but no abnormalities were found.

It was as if it was just sleeping.

"Could it be an abnormality similar to the 'Sleeping Curse'?" They were the first to suspect the mutants.

"But my 'Dispel Negative Buff' has no effect either."

"Then what could be the cause? Hey, it's almost time to close the registration. Are we going to be missing participants? It won't help if a replacement comes in. The country's second tier can't keep up with the first tier."

"Sorry, it was my fault." The one who spoke was a logistician whose ability was an early warning. Once a person or item carrying malicious intent approached, he would be able to notice it first.

However, this time, the mink's slumber was without warning and could not be 'cured.'

"Can't blame you guys." An Yinong withdrew his hand after checking, "The other party has already considered your presence."

"What do you mean?" The captain wondered.

He stroked the mink's smooth fur, "Because it's not 'damage.' It's an ability that allows mutated animals to advance. In other words, the mink sleeps to advance a few days later. It's good for the mink itself. It just came at the wrong time."

An Yinong could interrupt this advancement, but it would be difficult for the mink to advance once he did.

"How much time is left until the final competition registration closes?"

"Just under six hours."

"Enough."

An Yinong picked up his cell phone and dialed directly, "Ah Yu, can you have Little Octopus Boy come here? Yes, come to my place. Nuclear energy is enough."

He put down the phone afterward with a calm smile.

"Captain, report all the marine projects."