However, the only thing missing is the fighting robot.
Weslin didn't see the robot folding fan with his name.
"To be honest, because we are unwilling to give in, we really want to participate in a machine king competition, so we came to exchange some information with you." Weslin said.
Folding Fan frowned slightly, "Exchanging information? I don't think you guys know that I was also eliminated from the competition, right?"
"Although you were eliminated, you are the only one among us who has seen the master of the final level, so we want to know from you, what did you see in the last level? What did you experience?"
This question seemed to touch the pain point of Folding Fan, making him become irritable and his eyes were very scary.
"What have I been through? Are you here to laugh at me? My robots have been destroyed! What do you think I have been through? Okay, it turns out that humiliating me is what you really wanted to do, right? I have already lost the game, lost
Robot, what else do you guys want? I have nothing now!"
Having said this, Folding Fan stood up from the sofa in excitement and threw the cigarette butt to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Weslin immediately explained: "Don't get me wrong, that's not what we meant."
Then Wei Silin winked at Hu Baobao next to him, but this guy was looking around with a pair of sunglasses on, as if he didn't hear anything and was watching the fun.
Weslin couldn't help rolling his eyes at him and continued: "Sit down first and listen to us slowly. We really want to cooperate with you."
The folding fan glared at Weslin fiercely, as if he wanted to kill someone.
No one would have thought that losing his robot would hit him so hard, making him almost go crazy.
And judging from the state of his life, he must have been very decadent in the past few days.
Then Folding Fan sat back on the sofa, took out a cigarette with hands that were trembling with anger, put it in his mouth and lit it.
Weslin felt that Folding Fan Xian was extremely distrustful of them. If he were just asked these questions, he would not answer them seriously.
For people whose current living conditions are very bad, the most important thing should be to get something that can change their current situation.
Such as money!
Thinking of this, Weslin had an idea and said: "Folding Fan, we won't let your help go in vain. We have already planned to find a few friends to challenge the Machine King for hegemony. As long as you are willing to provide us with information, we are confident that we can win
The last level! You know our strength, don’t you? We have participated in international competitions, we are not ordinary players."
"After we win the last level, we will split the prize in half. How about that?"
"Hey, is it too much for you to split half and half? He just provided some information, is it that important? Even without these, we can still rely on our strength to get to the last level. The worst is to choose two more paths? Wait for me to get it
One person can handle the housekeeping robot!" Hu Baobao said nonchalantly.
When Folding Fan heard that he was going to split the bonus in half, his eyes became lively.
Coupled with what Hu Baobao said, it seemed that he was opposed to Weslin's idea again, which made him feel a little nervous.
To be honest, folding fans really need money now.
"Baby, I think it's okay to split it in half. With the help of the folding fan, we can enter the correct passage at the same time, so we have a few more helpers to deal with them."
After saying that, Weslin turned his head and stared at the folding fan in front of him, and said: "Folding fan, I think you are an underground professional player, right? And now that you have lost your robot, you can't participate in the competition, and you have no source of income, right?
wrong?"
Folding Fan showed a surprised expression in his eyes.
He didn't expect Weslin to actually see these things.
Then he looked at Weslin without saying a word, seeming to be entangled.
Seeing that the folding fan was shaken, Weslin continued: "Now the prize money for the Machine King Competition has accumulated to 300,000 yuan. If we win the championship, half of the prize money of 150,000 yuan will be given to you, so that you can build a brand new robot.
, you can still have extra money to live on. How about it? I dare say that you can build a 110-kilogram robot with only a small amount of money, and you don’t have to compete in person. The competition is played by us adults.
"
This condition does sound very tempting, and Folding Fan's eyes are much gentler than before.
But the next moment, he showed a sneer, "Do you think you can really beat those guys? I have been in the underground arena for so long, but I have never seen such terrible players! That feeling
, it’s like being stared at by the God of Death. As long as you are bitten by them, it is absolutely impossible to survive! Moreover, they use robots that are lighter than me.”
Hearing this, Wei Silin and Hu Baobao frowned at the same time.
"They beat you at the same level as you? Didn't the last level of attention focus on just one person?"
"That's right. There are three people in the last level. And each one is terrible. I only fought against the first one, but he was defeated quickly. To this day, I can't forget the scene where the folding fan was dismembered by them."
"They are simply devils! If they use a 110-kilogram robot like yours, I don't know how terrifying it will be. You can't beat them!"
When Folding Fan talked about those guys, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost, full of fear and uneasiness.
What Weslin and the others didn't expect was that the masters of the last level turned out to be three people!
In the following time, Weslin and the others learned about the general situation of the three people and their robots from the folding fan, and they had some understanding of the final game.
But what caught their attention the most was the clown man sitting on the Iron Throne.
I wonder if these three guys might be Razor people.
After Folding Fan finished telling what he knew about the situation, he asked again: "Hey, what you said about giving me half of the bonus is true?"
After hearing this, Hu Baobao said: "What, how about we make a written document and sign it?"
"I think it's okay." Folding Fan said without hesitation.
This guy really values profit and is nakedly greedy, which is what Hu Baobao expected.
Then they simply wrote a sentence stating that the prize money from the competition was usually distributed to folding fans, but in the end Hu Baobao asked Weslin to sign it.
In desperation, Weslin had no choice but to sign his name on the paper.
"Wait a minute, you want to sign too!" Folding Fan said, staring at Hu Baobao.