In the largest suite, Goethe lay in the bathtub, contentedly looking at the 'money' piled up on the side of the wall - 100,000 bags a bag, 100 bags in total.
This is all the ‘compensation’ he received within today.
Of course, there are some people who are very tough.
However, a good beating would be enough.
You can also earn some extra income.
"Cry today, laugh tomorrow, don't ask anyone to understand..."
Goethe raised his head and hummed a tune from his hometown.
until--
Ding dong!
After casually picking up a bath towel and wiping it around, Goethe put on his bathrobe and opened the door.
"Good evening, Goethe."
The sharp-faced Zotte said hello and pointed to the room.
Goethe did not refuse and turned sideways to let the other party enter the room.
As soon as he entered the door, Zotte saw the 'money wall'.
"Wow, that's surprising."
"It seems that Goethe has gained more than you imagined!"
Zotte admired, then walked to the sofa and sat down.
The member of the No Limits Fighting Competition safety committee took out a cigarette and handed it to Goethe. Just like in the morning, Goethe took the cigarette but did not light it, but placed it on the side of the table.
Snap!
Amidst the sound of the lighter, the flame jumped several times as the cigarette smoked.
A large amount of smoke spurted out from Zoot's mouth and began to cover the other person's face.
“Goethe, do you know ‘Deming Real Estate’?”
"Know."
When he picked up the compensation in the afternoon, Goethe had already obtained information on the five major martial arts gyms, four martial arts schools and three major enterprises in Luteng City, among which 'Deming Real Estate' was one of the three major enterprises.
It is also the leader of real estate in Luteng City.
Zoot didn't speak immediately, but just took another puff of cigarette.
The member of the No Limit Fighting Championships safety committee seemed very embarrassed.
After about two seconds, the other party spoke.
"The other party wants to fight you - if you don't want to fight, then you must give up your ticket to the '10th Unlimited Fighting Competition (Qualifier)', if..."
"OK!"
Goethe agreed immediately.
"Um?"
Zotte was stunned.
The member of the No Limit Fighting Championships' safety committee thought he heard wrongly, and immediately reiterated: "I mean, the boxers under Deming Real Estate want to fight you!"
"I said, OK."
Goethe spread his hands.
"Do you know who that boxer is?"
The other party emphasized.
"I know, 'Flame Palm' Modo Pavilion."
Goethe replied.
The information obtained in the afternoon contained detailed information about the other party.
He was born in the Modo Pavilion martial arts school and has extraordinary talents. He stood out at a young age. His fighting style is fierce and tough. He has become a fighter at the age of thirty. He has reached the level of proficiency in the secret martial art of 'Flame Palm'.
He once waved his palm and lit twenty-two candles in front of him.
"Then you still..."
Zotte didn't know what to say.
Although his mission here was just to serve as the safety committee of the '10th Unlimited Fighting Competition' and to inform Goethe, it was none of his business whether Goethe agreed or not.
But Goethe's attitude of readily agreeing still made Zotte curious.
However, as a qualified member of the Safety Committee, Zoot controlled his curiosity very well.
He didn't ask any further questions.
"The boxing match will be at 12 noon tomorrow. It will not be open to the public. It will be held at an unfinished construction site of Deming Real Estate. The competition format is 'life and death'!"
Zotte added.
Corporate boxing matches are different from other levels of fighting competitions. Most of the time they will not be made public. Only some prestigious spectators will be invited and the number of people will be strictly controlled.
At the same time, the competition system is also more cruel.
It's basically a life and death battle.
When you go up, the winner lives and the loser dies.
Of course, such a boxing match will also be accompanied by some bonuses.
“What are my odds?”
Goethe, who had a simple memory, asked directly.
"1:7."
Zotte reported an exaggerated figure.
"I push myself to win!"
Goethe pointed to the 'Money Wall' not far away.
"Can."
There is a rule in boxing that you can’t force yourself to lose, but can you force yourself to win?
Boxing at any level is encouraged.
Because this will make the contestants work harder.
Many people are happy to see this.
"Goethe, do you have anything else to ask?"
Zotte asked.
"No."
Goethe shook his head.
"Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, I and others from the safety committee will come to pick you up and put the money into the boxing pool... Then, good night, I wish you a good dream."
Zotte obviously wanted to say something else, but in the end he said nothing.
Although the opponent has the title of a member of the Safety Committee of the '10th Unlimited Fighting Competition', in the final analysis he is just a part-time worker and an errand boy.
The real boss?
He would never appear in front of an "unknown" boxer like him.
As for the sudden battle with Deming Real Estate?
Although Goethe was surprised, it was reasonable.
After all, ‘Smart Real Estate’ is also a real estate company.
Even, maybe he is the "little brother" of "Deming Real Estate". If the little brother is taken care of, the big brother will naturally come forward.
only……
"In the 'secret realm' in front of us, the connection between enterprises is closer than imagined!"
Goethe expressed this sentiment.
His eyes were looking in the direction of the door.
Although the cautious Goethe checked into a star-rated hotel, he still needed his eyes.
[The Spirit of Blood Crow] has been monitoring the entire corridor.
At this moment, a room cleaner pushing a trolley appeared in the corridor.
Immediately, the other party attracted Goethe's attention.
Hotel cleaning staff, except for special circumstances, usually only clean in the morning, and late at night?
Basically it won't happen.
Under the gaze of [Blood Crow Spirit], the other party pushed the cart to the door of Goethe's room.
Then……
He took out a small card and stuffed it through the crack in the door.
There are no pictures of the beautiful girls in my impression, and there is no phone number.
There is only one line of words: One hour later, on the top of the building.
Goethe glanced at the card and threw it on the ground without even picking it up.
The experience in his hometown told him: Don’t pick up the cards on the roadside!
Pick up the phone in the room——
"Hello, this is room 8808."
"I need a late night snack."
"Yes, it's normal, not drinking new tea."
"I want one portion of chicken porridge, water chestnut cake and two portions of ginger milk, one with red beans and one with coconut meat."
After explaining to the front desk, Goethe leaned on the sofa and waited quietly.
But not before the late night snack comes.
One person showed up first.
The other party was wearing a large hoodie and a mask, and the huge hood covered his eyes, and he went straight to Goethe's room.
Ding dong!
"The door is not closed."
Goethe said this.
After hearing Goethe's words, the 'guest' had a moment of hesitation.
But in the end, he pushed the door open.
Goethe sat on the sofa and looked at each other.
The other party did the same, standing at the door and looking at Goethe.
Neither party spoke.
Both sides want to rely on patience to take the initiative.
However, Goethe clearly has the upper hand.
Goethe never lacked patience, especially when he could take the initiative.
But the other party can't.
The faint smell of blood came out of the opponent's body.
Goethe's eyes were aimed at the opponent's arm, and the opponent subconsciously put his right hand behind his back. By the time the opponent came to his senses, he had already completed this action.
Suddenly, the other party sighed.
"I mean no harm."
"I just thought we could be friends."
When the other party said this, his voice was concealed and a little hoarse.
Goethe was noncommittal.
He has encountered too many stabbings in the back, and they were all done by so-called 'friends'. As for this kind of stranger whom he met for the first time, talking about friends?
Just more.
Seeing Goethe's attitude, the other party took a deep breath.
"'Deming Real Estate' has swallowed up everything left by 'Wise Real Estate', so according to the secret rules between 'enterprises', they must get rid of you or absorb you."
"'Flame Palm' Modo Pavilion will definitely execute you in the most cruel way tomorrow."
"I can fight in your place!"
After the other party finished speaking, he looked at Goethe.
"Fight in my place?"
Goethe raised an eyebrow.
"Um."
The other party nodded and took off his hood and mask.
Immediately, Goethe's face appeared.
Moreover, with a popping sound like popping beans, the other party's figure also began to adjust to the same shape as Goethe's.
After a few seconds, Goethe looked at the other person, feeling as if he were looking in a mirror.
Bang, bang!
Goethe couldn't help but applaud.
"Why did you fight on my behalf?"
"You're not acting bravely, are you?"
Goethe asked with a smile.
"Some of it."
"What's more, I need someone to sneak into 'Deming Real Estate' - as long as I win Modo Pavilion, then you can enter 'Deming Real Estate' openly."
The other party was quite calm.
"What if I don't agree?"
"Will you force me?"
Goethe asked.
"Won't."
"I will take out the corresponding chips and trade with you."
The other party shook his head.
"Oh, that's it!"
"I want to see the weapon that once killed the descendants of the 'Martial Saint' - you don't need to give it to me, I just want to see it."
Goethe put forward his request very simply.
"You believe those nonsense too?"
Contempt appeared on the other person's face.
To be honest, I don't know if it was an illusion, but when the other person looked at him with contempt on his face, Goethe always felt that the mockery was a little too high.
As for the nonsense the other party said?
It is an urban legend belonging to the ‘secret realm’ in front of you.
It is rumored that the ‘Martial Saint’ Shattered the Void, but left the secret of Shattered Void in his bloodline.
Once you master this secret, you will gain great power.
as well as……
Shatter the void.
"Well, I believe it. I haven't seen it, so I need to see it with my own eyes - and if you don't want to be caught, just leave or hide."
Goethe said suddenly.
The other party was stunned for a moment, then picked up the card on the ground and rushed into the bathroom of Goethe's room.
Wow, wow!
The shower was turned on.
Water mist adheres to the frosted glass.
And the door Goethe closed——
Bang!
Got kicked away.
A man broke in. He ignored Goethe, his nose twitched, and his eyes were filled with confusion.
Then, I saw the ‘money wall’.
Immediately, greed appeared in the other's eyes, and he drew out his dagger and rushed towards Goethe without any hesitation.
Immediately afterwards——
A figure was thrown out of the window on the top floor of the hotel, dancing and screaming.
"Ahhhhh!"
In the middle of the night, an arc was drawn, and finally there was silence.
Zoot, who had just left not long ago, came back again.
The member of the security committee of the '10th Unlimited Fighting Competition' looked at Goethe with a helpless look, sighed, and said -
"The guy you just threw down is a bounty hunter. He is hunting..."
