While breathing, the young man who picked up the 'admission ticket' rushed out of the teahouse.
This scene happened in a flash of lightning, and everyone was stunned.
Only Goethe took his time and picked up another shrimp dumpling.
"Sir, your things have been robbed!"
The teahouse owner came over and reminded Goethe.
"Um."
"The shrimp dumplings and chicken feet are good, let's get a cage of each."
Goethe nodded and said with a smile.
At the same time, remove the lid of the teapot.
The teahouse owner took the kettle from the boy's hand and refilled Goethe's water.
"Do you want to call the police?"
"Or inform the No Limit Fighting Championship Safety Committee?"
It is obvious that this teahouse owner is well-informed.
"Thanks."
After thanking him, Goethe did not speak again, but just picked up the teapot and poured himself tea.
The meaning couldn't be more obvious.
The teahouse owner was quite sensible. He nodded with a smile and returned to the counter.
He did everything he had to do.
More?
That's it.
Businessmen pay attention to being harmonious and making money.
If it weren't for Goethe having morning tea in his teahouse, he wouldn't even bother.
Under the watchful eyes of the guests in the teahouse, Goethe ate another basket of Shaomai and stocked up on tea twice until he slowly walked out of the teahouse at 10:30 in the morning.
Walking down the steps, Goethe said softly——
"The time is just right."
…
The young man held the "ticket for the 10th Unlimited Fighting Competition" in his hand, with uncontrollable excitement on his face.
Especially when he discovered that Goethe had not chased him out at all, he was so excited that he trembled.
Get rich!
Get rich!
He knew, however, that the price of a 'Tenth Unlimited Fighting Competition Ticket (Qualifier)' on the black market had already reached one million - which was almost the same as the prize money for the winner of the preliminary round.
But some people still buy it.
Because, as long as you can enter the Unlimited Fighting Competition, even the qualifying rounds are still opportunities.
An opportunity for success!
This opportunity is well over a million!
Of course, he would not fight to the death.
Although I have been practicing in the boxing gym for several years, it is too hard!
It's not a place for people at all.
What he wants is...enjoyment!
What I want is to get something for nothing!
Just like this time.
It was enough for him to spend a long time.
Or just buy a suite?
I heard that the down payment has been reduced recently.
The young man thought as he turned around on the street and made sure that no one would follow him. Then he made two more circles and walked into a bar that was converted from a basement.
The guard standing at the door obviously knew the young man well and opened the door directly to let him in.
The bar was not open at this time.
It has already been cleaned.
Several strong men were sitting at a square table playing mahjong.
Crack, crash, crash.
Amidst the sound of rubbing, the man sitting in the host's house glanced at the young man.
"How come there are good things again?"
The strong man asked while building cards, and then, without waiting for the young man to answer, he said angrily: "Stop fooling those so-called student girls. Everyone in the atmosphere team under me knows how to play. The last boss
I was almost scared - what I want is purity, from top to bottom, from the inside out, and there is no need to tattoo a flower on the X."
"Accident! Accident!"
"Not this time!"
"Look at this!"
The young man said as he took out the "ticket for the 10th Unlimited Fighting Competition (preliminaries)".
The strong man was stunned for a moment, and his eyes lit up.
But wave your hand immediately.
"Don't give me this thing, it's too hot."
"What if we mess with some amazing boxers, warriors, or even martial artists..."
"We all have to finish playing!"
The strong man looked like he refused.
However, the young man smiled and put this 'ticket' in the strong man's hand.
"How could it be?"
"I snatched it from a silly guy."
"It looks a bit powerful, but I don't have enough experience, so I just kept the 'ticket' in hand - and then I flashed it with a fake and was fooled."
The young man spoke in a low voice.
"is that so?"
"fifty thousand!"
The strong man said, and played a card of 60,000.
"Brother, you are asking for 60,000 yuan."
The young man reminded me kindly.
"Well, I know."
"What I said is that I will give you 50,000 yuan and you can keep your things."
The strong man said.
"Ah? Isn't this a little small?"
The young man looked shocked.
He had dealt with the other party and knew that the other party was very evil, but today he refreshed his knowledge again - in his mind, this 'ticket' was worth two hundred thousand.
"Too little?"
"Then take it."
"This thing is too risky."
As the strong man said this, the remaining three people at the card table looked at the young man with evil intentions.
Obviously, if young people really dare to take away the tickets, they really don’t have to leave.
The young man felt bitter in his heart.
Why did he come here even though he knew it was dark here?
Isn't it because the other party still keeps his promise?
Now it seems that the other party is just playing the long game to catch the big fish!
"A lot! A lot!"
"I……"
"Less!"
The young man was ready to compromise, take the money and leave, but a sound interrupted him, and Goethe opened the door of the bar and walked in.
"It's you?!"
The young man exclaimed and stepped back.
The strong man did not stand up, but the three men at the card table stood up and looked at Goethe eagerly, waiting for their boss to give the order to kill Goethe.
"Friends, this place is not open yet."
As the strong man said this, he quietly touched the drawer under the table.
There was a pistol inside.
He has more people and strength, but he doesn't mind having an extra layer of insurance.
However, before he could touch the pistol, something happened before his eyes.
A huge red dragon passed over his head.
Amidst the huge roar of the dragon, his whole body trembled.
When the strong man woke up, Goethe was already sitting opposite him, playing with the pistol that belonged to him.
Secret weapon!
Fighter!
The strong man wandering in the gray and black area instantly understood who he had met, and immediately looked at the young man fiercely. By this time, the young man was already trembling.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"I didn't mean to."
The young man fell to his knees and stammered for mercy.
Goethe waved his hand.
"It doesn't matter, just be careful in the next life."
As he said that, he pointed the gun at the young man and said "bang" without pulling the trigger!
But just this moment, the young man was so frightened that he collapsed.
The other party just collapsed on the ground, and his crotch was wet.
Goethe ignored the other party and looked at the strong man.
Or rather...
Goethe's goal from the beginning was strong men.
After having a general understanding of this ‘secret realm’ last night, Goethe had a general idea on how to quickly collect [Bloody Honor]: use money!
The 'secret realm' in front of me is different from the previous 'secret realm'.
Not only are the laws perfect and have a social foundation, but the hidden world is no longer secretive. Ordinary people also know a little about some seemingly secret things.
For example: The person who killed the eldest son, second son, third son and youngest daughter of ‘Martial Saint’ Zhao Jingjue was ‘Dao Xie’.
For example: After the 'Dao Xie' was besieged by people who worshiped the 'Martial Saint', the sword was given as a trophy to the 'Great Yin Hand' Xie Tian, and the 'Great Yang Hand' Xie Di brother.
For example: Brother Xie Tian, who is also known as the "Great Yin Yang Hand", sent the knife directly to the auction house because he was not good at using it. Seventy years ago, it sold for hundreds of millions of yuan.
And this is just the sword of 'Dao Xie'.
There are other weapons contaminated by the descendants of ‘Martial Saint’ Zhao Jingjue and have also entered the auction house.
Without exception, the weapons were auctioned for sky-high prices!
It is precisely because of such a sky-high price that the descendants of the 'Martial Saint' are having an increasingly difficult time - because people have discovered that as long as they are stained with the blood of the descendants of the 'Martial Saint', everything will be different.
In the end, forty years ago, the great-grandson of ‘Martial Saint’ Zhao Jingjue was pierced through the chest by the ‘Aurora Sword’, declaring the death of all descendants of ‘Martial Saint’ Zhao Jingjue.
When Goethe saw these materials, he felt that a big hand was driving the process.
However, this is none of his business.
He only knows that the importance of money in this world, and its importance to him, has reached an unprecedented level.
Therefore, he deliberately showed his admission ticket.
He hopes someone takes the bait.
And the result did not disappoint him.
Using the [Blood Crow Spirit] as his eyes, he found the person he was looking for.
"What is the price of this admission ticket on the black market?"
Goethe asked.
"One million!"
After the strong man reported the real price, he immediately stood up and slapped himself twice. He said respectfully: "I will compensate you one million immediately - if you want a check, I will sign it to you immediately. If you want
If it’s cash, you’ll have to wait a while and I’ll have to collect it.”
"cash!"
Goethe said without hesitation.
Then, he tapped the table and continued.
"When you go to collect cash, tell your 'colleagues' that I have an admission ticket and one million cash in my hand. Remember to carefully describe my appearance, name, and origin."
Hearing Goethe's words, the strong man knelt down directly.
"Sir, I will never do this!"
"I must be collecting money for you honestly!"
As he spoke, the strong man almost shed tears.
The person in front of me is a fighter!
A fighter who can ignore firearms!
If he were a boxer or a warrior, he would dare to be clever, but a fighter...he really wouldn't dare.
"Just say what you want."
"Remember, you must say..."
"I seem to be injured!"
Goethe ordered.
If you want fish to bite the hook, you must have bait.
The strong man was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Goethe meant.
It seems that his compensation is not enough.
No!
wrong!
It should be said that his compensation alone is not enough.
Goethe also needs compensation from more people like him.
The strong man had no objection to this.
He has already paid for it, so why shouldn’t others?
Moreover, you might be able to earn some information fees.
then?
Naturally, he ran away!
If you do this kind of thing and still want to stay in Luteng City, you are seeking death!
"By the way, do you know who else has obtained a ticket in the entire Green Vine City?"
To speed things up, Goethe didn't mind doing both.
"All the five major martial arts schools in Luteng City must have received it."
"The four martial arts schools should also have received it."
"The three large companies in Luteng City should also have received it."
"The rest is to give some warriors with names, but there shouldn't be many, no more than 4 - the one in your hand should be one of them."
The strong man told everything he knew truthfully.
"5+4+3+4...16 pictures?"
"Get me the information on the boxers from those three companies."
Goethe made some calculations and then ordered.
Since you want to 'save money' quickly, of course you should choose the fattest one to start with!
If you do it properly, you might be able to achieve a small goal at a time!
And just when Goethe was thinking about how to 'operate properly', something unexpected happened: 'Deming Real Estate', one of the three large companies in Luteng City, actually asked for it by name...
