"Can......"

Dracula pointed at the skateboard, then at the wings, and said painfully: "Aren't you going to slap yourself in the face?"

"Well......"

The vulture was embarrassed. He pressed the button with his right hand and retracted his wings, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, his skateboard... he even killed someone last week. If he doesn't want to die, of course he wants to add a pair of wings." The bartender Divac sneered.

Dracula's cheek muscles twitched and his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say a word.

"Divac, don't frame someone for nothing!"

The vulture's cheeks turned red and he argued: "The instructions clearly stated that it should not exceed two meters, but he actually flew 300 meters. Who can be blamed if he fell to his death?"

"Actually, Vulture is a nice person. Although the unlucky guy didn't get the compensation, Vulture privately compensated his family with 500 star coins." Divac approached Dracula and whispered.

Dracula raised his eyebrows and said: "500?"

"I also want to sign a check for 5 million, but..." Vulture drank a glass of wine, shook his head and said no more.

"Alas, people on Earth are poor! What about Osborne? I only gave him a total of 1,000 star coins for travel expenses. The vulture sleeps on a park chair every day!" Divac pitied him.

"I admit that I am poor, but people on Earth are not poor. The Small Magellanic River System and hundreds of millions of stars are all ours!" the vulture said unconvinced.

"Moreover, we have gods on earth...hum, the smartest person in the universe is a god.

This means that we will always have a ninth-level wise person.

Whether you are rich or not does not depend on the number of star coins. Who in the universe can match this kind of foundation?" The vulture looked around the crowd proudly and said loudly.

The bartender nodded without retorting, and the drinkers next to him didn't say anything sarcastic. Many people even looked at the vulture, full of envy and jealousy.

The vultures have long been accustomed to those looks.

When he first came here to work as a salesman, he really had a low self-esteem, no money, a bad job, and he couldn't defeat those weird aliens in terms of force.

Many times, when asked by others, he was embarrassed to say that he was from Earth.

But a few days later, he discovered that no one was mocking his origin.

There was even one time when a tycoon from a fifth-level civilization found out about his identity as an Earthling, and went out of his way to find him, took him to a luxury hotel, and asked him about the deeds of the legendary God Matian.

When the Vulture said that he and Ma Tianshen were fellow villagers, well, after leaving the earth, they were both Americans, so they could be considered fellow villagers... The tycoon directly asked him to be the chief.

After that, the tycoon also bought two Green Devil 3.0plus skateboards...

"It turns out that the earth is so awesome, no, no, it should be Miss Hansen, who has such a great reputation?

Sure enough, the earth is proud of Miss Hansen, and I am proud of the people on earth!"

From then on, Vulture realized that he no longer felt inferior. He could talk to any alien no matter what his identity was.

Of course, before talking, he would give his earthly name.

If he received a look of admiration, he would enjoy it as a matter of course; if the other person looked blank, he would start to spread the word about the earth... uh, the greatness of the Mayan gods.

For example, "Do you know who is the smartest person in the universe?" "Hey, what does a ninth-level wise man plus a god mean?" "Oh my god, you don't even know the Mayan Jade, you come from the countryside?"

Then, the name of the Earth Guy Vulture became well known in City 99.

"Hey, Brother Vulture, your skateboard... I mean, there are many no-fly zones in the city. If I accidentally enter..." Dracula rolled his eyes and asked.

"The limited height of a skateboard is only two meters. How can you enter the no-fly zone at this height?" The vulture shook his head.

"What about your wings?" Dracula asked doubtfully.

If the vulture also abides by the height limit, it will naturally not need wings.

"The city boss knows the vulture, so if it's not too secretive, it won't be a big problem." The bartender explained.

Dracula was calm, picked up a skateboard, and said: "Brother Vulture, I absolutely cannot stand the two-meter height limit.

I like skateboarding very much, but I am an ordinary person and I am afraid of falling to death. How about you sell me a pair of wings as a package?"

"Here, the wings are made by myself, not the company's product." The vulture hesitated.

He himself is also a highly skilled engineer with particularly strong DIY abilities, otherwise Osborne would not have sent him to Junction Point as a department manager.

Well, he is both the sales manager and responsible for after-sales warranty work.

Osborne has limited financial resources and can only use this method to open up the situation.

However, Norman is not stupid. He knows that 1,000 star coins in travel expenses cannot fool real talents, so in the early days, all profits from the skateboard went to the salesperson.

No, this is related to his own interests. The vulture hesitated.

"How about I give this to you?" he said.

"This..." After hesitating for a moment, Dracula nodded: "The old one must be cheaper."

"Deal!" the vulture said excitedly.

It doesn't matter how much money he can make from this business. The key is that he saw a golden avenue: Green Goblin skateboard + vulture wings. Did he get the idea?

My own wings were built on the Hope Space Station. The moment they succeeded, they automatically applied for a patent. If they could be bundled with Osborne's skateboards and sold, then...

"Ha ha!"

The vulture became more and more excited as he thought about it. He stood up and shouted: "I'm treating you today, uh, a beer each..."

"I'm here to buy you a bottle of Konoha Mingo Brew!" Dracula raised his hand.

"Hiss! Konoha's mince brew, a cup costs 200 star coins...he's a rich man!" Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Dracula.

The wealthy "Cree" guy didn't stay at the bar for long. After paying, he flew out on his newly purchased Green Goblin skateboard.

After circling a few times in mid-air and looking around, he found the location of the power room on the top floor.

Well, City 99 is located below the Super Arena, and there is a thick deck between them, so they are connected upstairs and downstairs.

Therefore, the power room on the upper level is the virtual sky on the lower level.

At this time, the sky was clear and clear.

"Peng!"

The wings bounced off, and Dracula directly spread his arms, opened his green wings, and rushed straight towards a certain location in the sky.

"Didi, alert, Adrian Didi, a human from Earth, made a mistake in judgment. The person coming is not the Earth and has activated its defense field."

"Interception failed, target has entered Didi, red alert, antimatter radiation reaction!"

"Buzz!"

The man with blond hair, gold cloak, and gold belt teleported to the opposite side of Dracula again.

"Who are you? Stop!" The man's eyes shot out a golden light and shouted.

"I am the wings of freedom! Long live freedom, I oppose the arena system and the slavery system. The eternal wings of freedom shine in the starry sky!"

Seeing that his surroundings were surrounded by another force field shield, Dracula had no choice but to react too quickly in the arena.

After shouting a slogan, it was a familiar "Boom!"

However, this attack is much more effective than the last one.

The explosion was indeed contained, but the shock wave of the explosion must be vented.

At this time, the arena has three options: vent upward, destroy a "floor", and then, as before, a torch appears in space.

Vent downwards, destroying 98 competitive cities and 297 decks.

If it is vented to the surroundings, then 99 Athletic City will have to be completely sacrificed, and the space city will be broken into two parts.

There is no doubt that Junction Arena chose to go up.
Chapter completed!