As mentioned before, Internet cafes were very chaotic in those days, and incidents of bullying often occurred because of playing games.

Some smart players generally keep a low profile, but the restless ones will be surprised, as if they are afraid that the whole world will not know that his account is going to be awesome.

Especially when students are surfing the Internet in Internet cafes, they must remain silent. The game account must not reveal your wealth, otherwise you will be targeted by those in society, and then force you to sell your equipment at a low price or even give it away.

When Zou Xiaobei was fighting to kill the dragon just now, he remained silent. Although Ma Long made a lot of noise, he didn't say what kind of equipment it was.

However, their operations were still noticed by those who were interested.

And this person is the man with the tattoo on his arm who lost the "Judgment" earlier.

Zou Xiaobei looked back at the other person. He was probably about twenty years old, with a scar on his left forehead, a pair of three white eyes flashing sinisterly, and a face full of salivation, half smiling but not smiling.

This person looked like a gangster at first glance. Zou Xiaobei was too lazy to talk to him, but he didn't want to offend him either, so he just smiled.

"Brother, you're lucky. Go back to the city quickly, lest people seek revenge on you."

The tattooed man looked familiar and sat directly in the empty seat next to Zou Xiaobei.

Zou Xiaobei's heart sank, he knew very well that this guy was going to rely on him.

Sure enough, the tattooed man took out a pack of Fire Dance from his trouser pocket, handed one to Zou Xiaobei and Ma Long, and began to get close to each other.

"Brother, I think you two are still students, from Ninth Middle School?" Sanhe Internet Cafe is closest to Ninth Middle School, and the tattooed man can guess that it's normal.

"Yes, kidnapper, your account level is so high, you have a lot of good stuff, right?" Ma Long took the cigarette and started to answer the conversation.

"Oops, the equipment is rubbish. The number is so high that it's useless. It's so frustrating to play." said the tattooed man.

At this time, Zou Xiaobei turned his head and gave Ma Long a look, quickly quit Legend, and started playing a single-player game.

"Hey, buddy, why did you quit?" the tattooed man wondered.

"After playing for most of the night, I'm tired. Let's change the taste." Zou Xiaobei said with a smile.

"Oh, this dragon slayer has come out. He's so energetic. Come up quickly and let's play together." The tattooed man said anxiously.

"Sorry, brother, I really don't want to play anymore." Zou Xiaobei said with an apologetic smile.

The tattooed man is a little embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Ma Long actually added, "Xiao Bei, I haven't had enough of it yet. Why don't you slay the dragon and let's pretend to compete?"

I'm really not afraid of god-level opponents, I'm afraid of stupid teammates.

The tattooed man's initiative to strike up a conversation was obviously aimed at slaying the dragon. Didn't Ma Long see it?

Zou Xiaobei was speechless towards Ma Long.

Seeing Ma Long speak, the tattooed man hurriedly said, "That's right, buddy, don't be so stingy, let's make a fortune together with our brothers."

"That's right, Xiaobei, you're about to quit. Why don't you play some single-player games? Legend is so good!" Ma Long said again.

Zou Xiaobei sighed in his heart. No matter what, it took a lot of effort to get this Dragon Slayer out, so it was right to be more vigilant.

He smiled at the tattooed man and said, "Brother, I just want to sell the dragon slaying for money, not just for fun. If you are really interested, can you give me a price?"

Zou Xiaobei had already seen the tattooed man's little thoughts, so he simply spoke out.

If the other party is not sincere, there is naturally nothing to say. Since he has already issued a call anyway, the other party has no other choice but to use violence and intimidation.

When he heard that he was selling dragon slaying, an imperceptible expression appeared on the tattooed man's face.

But before he could speak, Ma Long was the first to get excited, "Holy shit, are you crazy? You're not even pretending, and you're going to sell it now?"

Zou Xiaobei ignored it and looked at the tattooed man with a smile.

The tattooed man laughed, "It's refreshing! I, Yang San, like to deal with straightforward people!"

"Yang San?" Ma Long was stunned and asked in confusion, "Brother Yang San from Jinjiao in the western suburbs?"

The tattooed man smiled and nodded.

Zou Xiaobei quickly started to recall in his mind. From his past life in high school, he seemed to have heard of Yang San.

Yes, I remembered it.

Yang San was very famous in the Jinjiao area of ​​​​the western suburbs. It is said that all the students living in Jinjiao were protected by him.

The Ninth Middle School is located in the golden corner of the western suburbs, and Yang San's reputation naturally covers the Ninth Middle School. Sometimes when there are group fights in front of the school, Yang San brings people over to help his younger brother vent his anger.

However, when Zou Xiaobei was about to take the college entrance examination, Yang San was accidentally stabbed to death by his opponent because of a fight.

In other words, the person Zou Xiaobei is talking about business with is actually a dying person.

It was late at night, and the Internet cafe was sparsely populated. When Zou Xiaobei thought about it at this time, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

But he didn't show it. After all, although he is a student now, he has the mind of a thirty-year-old.

He smiled calmly and said, "It turns out to be Third Brother Yang, whom I have admired for a long time. Since he is the eldest brother, he will definitely not let us students and younger brothers suffer. The price of this dragon slayer, Third Brother Yang, should not be low, right?"

When Yang San heard this, he couldn't help but be startled. He originally thought that if he reported his name, students like Zou Xiaobei would give him face because of his fame, and might even give him away to Slay the Dragon.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually supported him and made him lose face, so he had to take more care of him.

This routine is deep enough.

However, he is not a good person and has his own way of dealing with students.

"Two thousand yuan." After thinking for a while, Yang San stretched out his finger and said.

Ma Long was shocked. Although he didn't really want Zou Xiaobei to sell the dragon slaying, the price Yang San offered was almost the same as Ming Qiang.

"Brother Yang, this is a bit unreasonable," Ma Long said quickly.

"Shut up." Yang San smiled sinisterly.

Zou Xiaobei thought to himself that this guy finally showed his fox tail.

He said calmly, "Brother Yang, we don't play Suicheng stable server for just one or two days. We all know the market. Two thousand yuan is too outrageous. I can't take action."

"Oh? Then what price do you want?" Yang San raised his eyebrows.

"Ten thousand and a half," Zou Xiaobei smiled, "The market is like this, but it is fate that we met each other. The price of friendship is ten thousand to ten."

Yang San's eyelids twitched. According to his original plan, he and Zou Xiaobei were to kill the legend together, and then find an opportunity to use the dragon slaying to show off, and then he was defeated by the wolf with nothing.

But he didn't expect that the plan would not keep up with the changes. The two students in front of him actually started bargaining with him, even talking about the market price and friendship price. It was really funny.

Who is this Yang San? The protection fee collected at the gate of Ninth Middle School is not a few hundred yuan every month, so how can he have any reason to give money to students?

He got a little angry when he said this.

However, in order to securely obtain the Dragon Slaying, he decided to endure it for a while.

"Brother, ten thousand yuan is a little expensive," Yang San flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said with a smile, "How about I give you another one thousand or three thousand yuan, and I will take care of you if you have something to do in Ninth Middle School in the future. You think about it."

After saying that, he got up and went to the bathroom.

To be honest, Yang San's reputation is not small. If he really has his protection, it might not be a good thing.

But after all, Zou Xiaobei is not the original Zou Xiaobei, so why would he care about these meaningless things now?

He just wants to make money, no one or anything has anything to do with him.

But having said that, with his current status, he is not only restricted but also weak. If he wants to start a business and make money quickly, it is completely impossible without social connections.

Sold to Yang San for 3,000 yuan, the favor obtained may be useful in the future.

It's a pity that Yang San's life is short, so the friendship is equivalent to a shelf life, and it will be invalidated after it expires.

"Xiao Bei, what should we do?" Ma Long asked worriedly.

"No hurry, let's change the machine first." With that said, Zou Xiaobei and Ma Long sat down diagonally opposite.
Chapter completed!