For the next half a month, Vincent traveled day and night before he finally arrived at a first-class city called Mississippi.

According to the card, War School was in Mississippi City.

Vincent was in Mississippi City. He asked a lot of people, but he still could not find the location of the War School.

This made Vincent wonder if he had been deceived by Steve.

On second thought, it could not be. After all, Steve was the president of the hospital. Doing such a thing would not do him any good.

Just as Vincent was about to go eat, a middle-aged man with a gator's head, whose eyes were blurred, walked over unsteadily.

He had disheveled hair and a dirty face. His clothes hung on his body like strips of cloth. He only wore a shoe on his right foot. His big toe was sticking out of his shoe. He did not wear a shoe on his left foot.

When Vincent saw the gator-headed middle-aged man, he dodged to the side.

There was nothing he could do. The stench on this person's body was too strong.

"You're looking for War School?" asked the gator-headed middle-aged man.

The gator-headed middle-aged man sat on the ground casually and leaned against the corner of the wall. He looked at Vincent from the corner of his eyes.

When Vincent heard that the gator-headed middle-aged man knew about War School, he immediately perked up.

"Sir, you know about War School?" asked Vincent.

The gator-headed middle-aged man nodded and took out a broken bowl from his pocket and handed it over to Vincent.

It was clear what he meant.

Vincent looked at the gator-headed middle-aged man and took out a beast core from his pocket and placed it into the bowl.

Beast cores were the common currency in Beast World.

"Sir, please tell me where War School is," asked Vincent.

His tone was very sincere.

The gator-headed middle-aged man looked at the level one beast core in his bowl. He curled his lips in disdain but did not say anything.

He kept the beast core in his arms.

He then said, "There is a village a thousand meters away from the east gate. That is War School."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Vincent stood up and cupped his hands towards the gator-headed middle-aged man. He thanked him and head towards the east gate of the Mississippi City.

Ten minutes later, Vincent had traveled 1000 meters away from the east gate of the city. He looked at the ruins in front of him and widened his eyes in disbelief.

This was War School?

Vincent felt like he had been deceived.

However, he did not give up and continued to search through the ruins, hoping to find some clues.

However, no matter how much he searched, he could not find anything.

He had no choice but to return to the city and ask the gator-headed middle-aged man about it.

When he returned to the city, night had already fallen. Vincent walked towards the place where he met the gator-headed middle-aged man. Coincidentally, he saw a few people asking the gator-headed middle-aged man for the address of War School.

The gator-headed middle-aged man told them that it was two kilometers to the south.

"Don't believe him! He's a liar! During the day, he told me that it was one kilometer to the east. Let's go and take a look. It's basically a ruin!" said Vincent loudly to them while looking at the gator-headed middle-aged man with a faint smile.

The gator-headed middle-aged man looked at Vincent with a hint of unnoticeable surprise in his eyes.

"So fast?"

"Good kid, you have something!"

"Hey! I said don't frame me! I'm doing a serious business!" said the gator-headed middle-aged man.

"Bullsh*t! Your serious business is a scam!"

Vincent retorted directly.

"How much did you guys give him? I advise you to get it back. This guy doesn't speak a single word of truth," said Vincent.

They looked at Vincent, then at the gator-headed middle-aged man, and then at each other.

"Sir, why don't you return the money to us?"

The gator-headed middle-aged man curled his lips in disdain. "What a joke! I already told you the address. The deal is done. There are still people who want to go back on their words!"

Just as they were about to say something, an angry roar came from behind Vincent.

"B*stard! Do you think I'm easy to bully? You've lied to me twice! B*stard! B*stard!"

A well-built wolf-headed youth with a face full of anger ran past Vincent like a gust of wind. His big fists were aimed at the gator-headed middle-aged man.

The gator-headed middle-aged man was very agile. He dodged directly and shouted, "Aiya! Murder! Someone! Help!"

Vincent stared at the gator-headed middle-aged man with wide eyes. This guy was a clown!

When the few people who were stopped by Vincent saw the situation, they were sure that they had been deceived by the gator-headed middle-aged man. In a fit of anger, they joined in the attack on the gator-headed middle-aged man.

The gator-headed middle-aged man did not panic because there were more people attacking him. He just continued to shout.

"I'm afraid this guy is not simple," muttered Vincent. He looked at the calm gator-headed middle-aged man and muttered to himself.

He seemed to be in a panic, but in fact, he had dodged every attack perfectly. Although he was screaming in pain, his face was calm, and there was even a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

If Vincent could not see through such an obvious thing, he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill himself.

"This gator-headed middle-aged man is not as simple as he looks," Vincent thought to himself.

"Who is it? How dare he commit murder on the street! Arrest them all!"

There was a furious roar. Vincent did not even see what was going on. Suddenly, a group of soldiers wearing black iron armor rushed out and grabbed a few young men and women.

On the other hand, the gator-headed middle-aged man just laid on the ground and wailed.

The soldiers did not even look at the gator-headed middle-aged man. They took the young men and women and left. They did not care how much they shouted or struggled.

The gator-headed middle-aged man turned to look at Vincent.

"Why didn't you join in the beating?" asked the gator-headed middle-aged man.

Vincent walked forward and stood five steps away from the gator-headed middle-aged man. He cupped his fists.

"Sir, I know that you are not an ordinary person. Please tell me where War School is located. I will be very grateful," said Vincent.

The gator-headed middle-aged man saw that Vincent was so respectful, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"Ha!"

The gator-headed middle-aged man yawned and scratched his left foot. He then put it on his nose and sniffed. He made a 'wah' sound and vomited. He actually vomited!

He had vomited from the stench of his own foot!

Vincent was dumbstruck after seeing the scene.

This was truly an extraordinary person!

The gator-headed middle-aged man vomited for a full three minutes before stopping. He wiped his mouth and looked at Vincent.

"Kid, you have good eyesight! You can tell that I'm not an ordinary person with just one glance! Your eyesight is pretty good!"

"Since you've asked sincerely, then I'll be merciful and tell you! That's right! I'm a dutiful beggar in the city of Mississippi!"

Vincent originally thought that the gator-headed middle-aged man wanted to tell him his true identity but it turned out that he was still making fun of him. He was speechless.

The gator-headed middle-aged man looked at Vincent's speechless face and waved his hand in boredom.

"Alright, since you know how to respect the old and love the young, I won't make things difficult for you. Give me 10 level five magic beast cores and I will tell you where War School is," said the gator-headed middle-aged man.

"Mister, you won't lie to me anymore?"

Vincent's face was full of doubt.

"Whether you believe it or not is up to you. If you don't believe it, don't disturb my sleep."

The gator-headed middle-aged man looked at Vincent provokingly and laid on the ground. He was actually going to sleep.

Vincent looked at the gator-headed middle-aged man. His eyes revealed a struggle. In the end, he gritted his teeth and took out 10 level five magic beast cores from his system backpack, and placed them beside the gator-headed middle-aged man.

"Sir, please tell me the location of War School!"

The gator-headed middle-aged man turned his head to look at Vincent's pained expression. He then kept the beast cores.

"West Gate, 6000 meters."

After saying that, he started snoring.

Vincent had no choice but to believe him. He bowed once again, turned around, and left.