Upon hearing this number, the angry lion was slightly startled.
In this Colosseum, if he plays a game and wins, it will cost about one hundred and two hundred thousand. Sometimes he can't even win ten games in a month. Five million is almost three months' income.
This time point, these five million, is very important.
"Yes." Without hesitation, the angry lion took the card, opened the curtain, and walked towards the Colosseum.
The manager smiled and just watched the angry lion go away, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"What's the use of being able to fight? In this era, to hang out, you need to have a brain and a background."
"Relying on brute force can only earn hard-earned money and the leftover money earned by others."
Thinking of something, he said something, turned his eyes to the other thugs in front of him, rolled his eyes, and coughed twice.
These two coughs attracted the attention of the thugs, and they all looked at the manager. When they saw him rubbing his fingers, many of them turned pale.
That means paying "part money" every month. The thug's income is linked to the number of appearances, and the number of appearances is decided by the manager. How to decide depends on the amount of the part money.
"This week, we have to charge for skinning." One of the thugs cursed in a low voice, but he could only smile helplessly and took out the card and handed it over.
The big man who talked to the angry lion before was also among this group of people. He was also helpless, but he could only pay the money.
The contracted thugs earn a lot, but every month the money is given to the general manager, who has at least two to three hundred thousand, and dozens of thugs. The general manager's share of the money every month alone is worth tens of millions.
"General manager, my two hundred thousand."
"I have 300,000 yuan. The manager will take care of me more this month."
"I earn a little little. I only have 100,000 spare money this month. The Governor should take care of me."
"..."
Naturally, the manager collected all the money from the members, held a pile of cards, and listened to the compliments of many thugs. However, he did not raise his eyes to look at these thugs. He just collected all the cards and stacked them on the table, like
He put a pile of paper into his pocket and waved away.
Occasionally there will be thugs who are a little bit dissatisfied, but most thugs seem to have gotten used to it and just muttered a few words. Some are still comparing or feeling annoyed about how much they have paid this month.
There were dozens of thugs, but no one seemed to think of asking why and why they had to hand it over.
…
In the Colosseum, Ye Fan waited quietly. At this moment, the number of spectators in the stands surged. Perhaps because they heard that the Minister of Arms personally stepped down, many people were very interested.
Of course, among the crowd, Feng Xing was a little worried. To be honest, he was not as strong-willed as Guo Jin. The two sides were not of the same size. He was just afraid and afraid of being angered by the big shot. He even wanted to please the other party and protect Iron Wall City.
.
"It's all done, Angry Lion took the money." Soon, the thug chief arrived, giving Feng Xing reassurance.
Feng Xing breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the angry lion also entered the field.
The host's voice sounded at the right time, and all of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused on the venue.
"God." In the field, the angry lion also came to the opposite side of Ye Fan. Looking at Ye Fan who was wearing iron armor, knowing that he was a big shot, he still bowed his hand politely, "The angry lion is polite."
"Okay." Ye Fan didn't say much, he just waved his hand and said, "I have a fight with you. If you win, come with me."
"Huh?" Hearing this, the angry lion was stunned, "What do you mean?"
"I have no other intention to recruit you." Ye Fan replied, but he didn't say any twists and turns. He would come to Furious Lion, so he would naturally know him.
Bishan City is a city that he is quite familiar with. He also made money here for a few years after graduating from college. He has worked with Angry Lion, met Guo Jin, and knew Feng Xing.
Most of the reasons why I chose to take over Bishan City was because I knew the place well. This angry lion had a good temper, but it was delayed because of his long-sick sister and bloodline problems. Later, it disappeared after the chaos broke out.
According to the news, it was later learned that he had died in a foreign country.
I thought this guy was not bad, a kindhearted person, and had good talents, so I made a special trip to visit him.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan was straightforward and lowered his voice, "I want to conquer Nanchuan and need some help."
"Conquer Nanchuan?" These words startled the angry lion, "God, what do you mean by this?"
"It's a long story, and I can't even explain it to you in a few words. Just follow me first." Ye Fan said.
"That won't work, I can't rely on others, and I have something to do at this time..." Furious Lion shook his head decisively, and was about to shirk, but Ye Fan interrupted Furious Lion.
"You come and help me, and I'll help you cure your sister."
"How does God know about my sister?" The angry lion was startled again. At this moment, he suddenly realized something was wrong, "Do you know me?"
"I know, I have investigated you specifically." Ye Fan nodded and said seriously: "Your bloodline comes from the ancient relics of the ferocious species, a one-horned relic. The bloodline has reached a bottleneck, so it has been stuck for many years.
No gold.”
"I have a way for you to break through the bloodline bottleneck, and I also have a way to save your sister. Don't you think that one day you can save your sister and do big things with peace of mind? Now this opportunity has come."
This series of words made the angry lion hesitate. He looked at Mark and was a little shocked by the sudden information.
"Isn't this condition tempting enough?" Ye Fan said.
"Enough is enough." The angry lion replied, hesitantly: "But how can I believe you? Whether it is my sister's illness or my bloodline problem, I have tried my best to find a solution. It took ten years to solve it.
I can’t believe you are asking me to sacrifice my life for you without any basis, and you are still doing such a treasonous thing, I can’t believe it..."
"That's why we talked about a duel." Ye Fan replied, looking at the angry lion, but he raised his hand, "I will knock you down within ten seconds. Can this convince you?"
"Shihe?" These words immediately made the angry lion, who had been victorious for a long time, feel a little angry. "There are very few people in the gold level who can beat me. God said that Shihe could beat me, which is too confident."
"How about winning?" Ye Fan just said with a smile.
"I will believe you if you win." The angry lion gritted his teeth, "If God is such a proud person, he has nothing to lie to me."
"You can save my sister, unlock my bloodline, and be my benefactor again. I can accept it if I have to sacrifice my life."
"Okay, talking to warriors is always easy."
Hearing this, Ye Fan finally got a satisfactory answer. He didn't pause for too long. He just cupped his hands. When the angry lion stood still, he suddenly pulled out the black sword.
"Drawing sword pose."
boom.
The sword struck, and the air exploded. The angry lion, who was not so nervous at first, almost instinctively raised his hair and raised his fist to meet it.
boom!
With this blow, the sleeves of the angry lion exploded instantly, hitting him with huge force and directly shattering a large area of the Colosseum floor.
"What a terrifying power." The angry lion said, with surprise in his eyes. Just when he was about to use his strength to stand up, Ye Fan once again raised the black sword and struck it.
The angry lion couldn't avoid it, so it had no choice but to block it, and with another bang, it sank into the floor under its feet.
Boom, boom, boom.
Ye Fan's attack did not stop, one sword after another, attacking like a pile driver. The angry lion had no chance to fight back and just took it hard, being smashed into the mud one after another.
He was obviously a little confused, but he felt much more relaxed.
This kind of attack can't hurt him, it can only suppress him, but it arouses a bit of competitiveness in him.
"Six, seven, eight, nine..."
Counting the numbers silently, when he saw the last sword coming, a smile appeared on the angry lion's face. He was about to speak out and raised his head, but found that this time, the next sword was completely different, with a terrifying sense of oppression.
Attack.
"Sword Style: Absolute Sound."
The sound slowly sounded, and the energy on the black sword condensed. In just a few breaths, a small mountain condensed in the field.
Everyone was shocked, and there was an uproar. At this moment, the angry lion facing Ye Fan looked at the sudden attack of the sword, and his mind went blank. At the last moment, a thought flashed through his mind.