Chapter 259 He doesn’t dare to move, I dare to move
Author: Gu Mu Shuang
Chapter 259 He doesn’t dare to move, I dare to move
Ask Jiang to prepare to leave.
The other party probably didn't want to lose face, so he said with a tight face: "Helena, this is the first time you come to Salem City, are you going to go against the Tool King?"
Salem City is a place where the law of the jungle is enforced to the end. There is no mercy for the weak here, only the endless oppression of the strong.
Therefore, their characters and methods are simple and crude.
If Helena didn't give the Tool King face, she would be standing on the opposite side. This threat was not what Jiang expected.
Wen Jiang turned around and raised his eyelids: "What, you want to kill me?"
After she said this, she turned around and left.
The woman was left staring at Wen Jiang's back. Since this was on the street and the focus area of the Ling Card Master, she did not take action directly.
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The Tool King's people would not be stupid enough to directly trouble Jiang Jiang. After all, Wen Jiang and the Tool King are both card makers of the Sixth Branch.
It's all a good thing to make money. If the Tool King is stupid enough to attack Wen Jiang, he will directly offend the Sixth Division.
But they can do some things privately.
Salem City will turn a blind eye. After all, the Tool King is still the cash cow of the Sixth Division. His status needs to be maintained by someone. Even if Helena is a new spirit card master and has made good achievements, she
If she doesn't know how to be humble and low-key, then take action on the people around her to make her realize that in Salem City, spirit card masters also have to be divided into levels.
So they found Saon.
Saon is taking care of his brother in the hospital. His brother has a very strange disease. He has been sleeping for a long time and is extremely weak. He needs to be suspended in the hospital with various nutritional solutions.
This may be the main reason why Saon is overwhelmed.
He was holding the lunch box and eating his meal in big mouthfuls. When someone kicked in the door directly, he didn't need to say much. He immediately knew that the person who came was not good.
"Saon?"
The person who came was a small man, thin, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, but he also had a sinister spirit. Being stared at by him was like being stared at by a mouse.
Saon tensed up his nerves.
He knew this man. Plague, with such an unlucky name, was his code name.
He is a person under the King of Tools. Although he is a B-level spirit card master, he is good at flattering horses and doing things viciously, so he is highly regarded by the King of Tools.
As a Class B, Saon wouldn't be able to defeat him, but he couldn't take action against Plague, who was a subordinate of the Tool King.
Saon put down his lunch box, and his body tensed up like a wolf cub. Looking at Plague, he subconsciously stayed by his brother's bedside: "Plague, why did you come to see me?"
Plague looked at the person on the hospital bed and chuckled: "Saang, you are lucky to have been favored by a sponsor, but unfortunately you are not lucky. This sponsor of yours is very ignorant and wants to go against my boss.
I’m here today to advise you to be wise and give up the card of Mechanical Angel, otherwise, your brother will still be in the hospital now, and it’s hard to say what will happen to him in the future.”
This clear threat made Saon's eyes red: "You want no one in Salem City to dare to use her cards? Plague, you are not a fool. Don't you know if anyone will use the good cards she made?"
It doesn’t matter, her cards will still be popular.”
Plague was a little displeased with Saon's wording. He suddenly walked over. His slightly thin and sharp hands really looked like animal paws. He pinched Saon's neck and said in a sinister voice: "This is what our boss has decided."
, you don’t have to worry about it. When gods fight, mortals suffer. If you, a B-level spiritual card master, want to go into the muddy waters of an A-level spiritual card master, first think carefully about whether you have the qualifications."
"You have fought a few times in the arena, do you really think you are a human being? If you are obedient and my boss just says something casually, will your brother still have to worry about the medical expenses in the hospital for the rest of his life?"
This is an inducement.
Saon's eyes were so red that they almost bulged out from being pinched by him.
But he gritted his teeth and stared at the plague without saying a word.
The conditions were very tempting, but he knew that if he hadn't been lucky enough to be favored by Helena, people like Tool King would never take him seriously.
What kind of inducement? As long as he agrees, it only takes one sentence for the Tool King to go back on his word. How does he expect the group of spirit card masters in Salem City to keep their promise?
What's more, it was Helena who gave him the chance in the arena, otherwise he would have died outside with his brother by now.
He could be let go as long as he lowered his head, but he couldn't.
So he didn't speak.
Plague sneered: "It's quite cool, but why are you fighting with us in Salem City?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly summoned a long sword, Kaling. The Kaling swung violently, and the tip of the sword was about to cut off Saon's arm.
Saon's pupils shrank and he immediately summoned a mechanical angel, "Bang——"
The tip of the sword just hit the mechanical angel that suddenly appeared. Kaling was shaken. This time, he was not blocked by the mechanical angel holding a card. Saon was dizzy, but Plague also hesitated for a moment, and Saon took the opportunity to break away from Plague.
come out.
Plague also knew that the card Mechanical Angel was very powerful. At this moment, two card spirits appeared in the hospital ward, filling the small space and making it appear cramped.
Plague's voice was poisonous: "Saang, go against the Tool King. I think you really don't want to live anymore!"
"You want to kill me with a knife, but you won't let me resist?" Saon also stared at the plague fiercely: "You came to me today, are you afraid that you won't be able to get out?"
As he spoke, he controlled the mechanical angel to block the direction of the door.
Plague was not afraid. Instead, he was laughing at Saon's naivety: "Do you really think I can't beat you? In other words, you dare to do it because you are not worried about your brother's life or death at all."
How could Saon have such courage?
Saon really didn't dare to move.
He even froze for a while.
He offended the King of Tools today and let the plague go back. You can imagine his fate in the future.
But if you don’t let go, even if you really try your best to kill the plague here, what can you do?
At this moment, Saon finally realized the despair of the people at the bottom of Salem City. Even if he was a spirit card master, he still had no room for change if he offended these people.
At this moment, he did not think about blaming Helena. From the moment he failed, he and his brother could still lie here peacefully. Time had been stolen.
Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, his young face was full of entanglements even though he was alert. After all, he was still young and had no better way.
Plague let out an unpleasant laugh: "Look, Saon, what will happen to you if you go against the King of Tools? Just now, you still had the chance to regret it, but unfortunately, you don't have it now."
"Saon, if you choose to take action, maybe I will look down on you, for being a foreign spirit card master, you are stupid and don't know it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp female voice suddenly came from behind him.
