"You really should go back."
Facing Soprano's reply, Sir Friedman said rather tactfully: "Since the Cheung Kei Association's ranking rose, you seem to have slacked off on the work assigned by the association...especially this year's Hunter Moon. I heard
You said that you cooperated with Neville and earned three thousand jade coins, and many brothers in the club are waiting for your red envelope."
Seprano raised his eyebrows, as if understanding something.
He finally understood the purpose of the Blood Club - because of proper operation this year, the income from Hunter Moon Gambling was nearly 3,000 jade coins, which is equivalent to more than half of the assets of a small wizard family! Even if he had previously been concerned about 'dirty money'
The blood club, which looked down upon it, still couldn't help but salivate when faced with such a huge cake.
This ancient association is rotten after all. Maybe it needs to be broken and rebuilt like the 'Will and Judgment' before it can be reborn from the ashes. Serprano thought silently in his heart and sighed silently.
Of course, he would not say this to Friedman.
"Speaking of gambling, I thought you would bring Sima Yi here... He caused us a lot of trouble in this year's hunting competition." Soprano changed the topic and looked at Fu thoughtfully.
Ridman then looked at Matthew again: "Is the reason why I didn't bring Sima with me because his surname is Sima, not Karen?"
Matthew was shocked and swallowed quietly.
He was shocked by the fat wizard's sharp insight - because before bringing him here, Friedman had said something similar (note).
The young vampire glanced quietly at his cousin.
He was keenly aware that when his cousin faced this fat man, he always seemed to be at a slight disadvantage unnaturally! As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, he was immediately startled and he couldn't help but shake hard.
My head seemed to be trying to get rid of this bad thought.
Sir Friedman gave his cousin a strange look and said nothing.
"It's my freedom who I can take or not take with me... It's obvious that you still don't have a deep understanding of the basic purpose of the Alpha Academy." Sir Friedman raised his chin, quite satisfied with his answer.
for satisfaction.
"Very good," Serprano squinted his eyes, and the fat on his cheeks trembled with difficulty: "Since you mentioned the purpose of the college, I hope you can recall the previous agreement with Cheung Kei Association and reconsider what you just said.
proposal... After all, freedom and justice are never separated, and justice is never late!"
"That's why I have to come to you in person and explain it to you." Friedman replied dryly: "The agreement does not stipulate that if Xiangqi will change the 'gambling method' and 'the transaction method with the Linzhong Lake fishmen without authorization,
's consequence."
"I remember you just said that those fishmen gave you stinky copper coins." Seprano twisted his lips with great effort and showed a sarcastic smile: "I thought you noble families disdained this benefit."
"The smell of copper, the smell of copper, how can there be the smell of copper if it doesn't stink?" Friedman smiled exaggeratedly: "Of course, I personally don't mind you reaching a new agreement with the fish-men behind the other people's backs... After all, everyone
At school, as long as the agreement is in our interests, you can make your own decision."
Mike King Soprano crossed his hands in front of him and pushed his neck back hard, with a hint of impatience on his face.
Matthew's uneasy eyes slid across the faces of the two bosses.
"This is my agreement." Serprano emphasized in a low voice: "It has nothing to do with you or anyone else. Maybe you have heard others mention that His Excellency Augustus is not so satisfied with you.
.So, now the fishman reservation belongs to me."
Friedman's blue eyes stared into Soprano's deep eyes, neither of them giving an inch.
"Did you see that?" Friedman took a step back slightly, leaned into Matthew's ear, made exaggerated gestures with Soprano's expression with his hands, and muttered: "Listen to his tone.
Look at the look on his face...that's the look of him having everything under control...that's the confidence."
"You have to learn one more in the future."
Soprano raised his hand, raised his index and middle fingers together, and shook them slightly.
Several sturdy men came out from the side and stood behind the two guests.
"You can go out now." Soprano paused and added: "Please."
Friedman stopped smiling, took a step forward with a cold expression, and said softly:
"The Blood Club has its own rules and regulations, you know. These rules go beyond Cheung Kei Club, beyond 3A, and even beyond the various rules and regulations of First University."
"You don't care about these rules... everyone knows this and has always been very tolerant of you."
"But it's like you have your own rules."
"But after you join the blood club, you need to obey the rules of the club... This is an eternal contract, and you have no ability to break it."
"Now, your wise choice...no. Now, your only choice is to acknowledge this contract and humbly implement it."
"If you violate the contract, the contract will not protect you as it does now."
Soprano took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at Friedman: "Are you threatening me?"
"No, no, no, this is not a threat." Friedman smiled, stretched out his hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and shook them slightly.
The sturdy men behind him fell to the ground silently.
"That's the threat."
Seprano's eyes were dark and his face was expressionless, and he did not show any anger or fear because several officials of the Cheung Kei Association fell at the feet of the knight.
Matthew couldn't help but think of a few words he had heard before: "The face of Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his expression is certainly the demeanor of a general...but it may also be facial paralysis." "Seeing the collapse of Mount Tai but not showing fear on the face is probably because of the collapse.
The mountain is not big enough.”
Although many thoughts passed through his mind, Matthew still maintained his responsibilities as a follower very well. He took out his Dharma book behind Sir Friedman and made a defensive posture.
"Put away your Dharma book, boy!" Soprano seemed to be talking to Matthew, but his eyes were always fixed on Jazz: "Before I change my mind."
"Put away the law books, Matthew." Sir Friedman also said gently: "After all, this is still the number one university."
Matthew immediately obediently put away his mahogany hard-covered Dharma book.
At this point, things in the candy house seem to have come to an end.
"A snail has no shell, it's just a slug." Before leaving the lounge, Jazz finally said in a weak voice: "And after wearing that heavy round shell, it can even pretend to be a sand mother... He
All lives can be sublimated by this.”
Seprano watched quietly as the two left the candy house.
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