Calamity Crown

While breathing, the young man who picked up the 'admission ticket' rushed out of the teahouse.

This scene happened in the blink of an eye, and everyone was stunned.

Only Goethe unhurriedly picked up a shrimp dumpling again.

"Sir, your things have been robbed!"

The restaurant owner came over and reminded Goethe.

"Um."

"Shrimp dumplings and chicken feet are good. Let's get another basket for each."

Goethe nodded and said with a smile.

At the same time, uncover the lid of the teapot.

The owner of the teahouse took the kettle from the younger brother and refilled Goethe.

"Do you want to call the police?"

"Or notify the 'Unlimited Fighting Competition' safety committee?"

Obviously, the owner of the teahouse is well-informed.

"Thanks."

After thanking him, Goethe didn't speak any more, just picked up the teapot and poured tea for himself.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

The owner of the teahouse was very knowledgeable. He nodded with a smile and returned to the counter.

He did what he had to do.

more?

It's over.

Businessmen pay attention to a harmonious life.

If it weren't for Goethe having morning tea in his teahouse, he wouldn't even care about it.

Under the watchful eyes of the guests in the teahouse, Goethe ate another basket of siu mai and stored tea twice, until 10:30 in the morning, and then walked out of the teahouse leisurely.

Going down the steps, Goethe said softly——

"The timing is just right."

...

The young man held the 'Tenth Unlimited Fighting Tournament Ticket' in his hand, with uncontrollable excitement on his face.

Especially when he found that Goethe hadn't chased him out at all, he was so excited that he trembled.

Get rich!

Get rich!

He knew that the price of a 'Tenth Unrestricted Fighting Tournament Ticket (Qualifier)' on the black market had already been fired up to one million - which was almost the same as the prize money for the winner of the qualifier.

But people still buy.

Because, as long as you can enter the Unlimited Fighting Competition, even if it is the qualifiers, it is still an opportunity.

An opportunity to make a name for yourself!

This opportunity is well over a million!

Of course, he will not go to fight to kill.

Although I have practiced in the boxing gym for several years, it is too hard!

Not a place for people at all.

All he wants is... to enjoy!

What you want is to get something for nothing!

Just like this time.

Again enough for him to squander for quite some time.

Or simply buy a suite?

I heard that the down payment has been lowered recently.

The young man thought about it, turned east and west on the street, and after confirming that no one would follow him, he made two more circles and walked into a bar that was transformed from a basement.

The guard standing at the door obviously knew the young man well, so he opened the door and let him in.

The bar is not open at this time.

It has also been cleaned.

Several strong men were sitting at a square table playing mahjong.

Crash clatter.

Amid the sound of rubbing numbness, the man sitting in the host's house glanced at the young man.

"Why is there something good 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 schoolgirls, everyone in the atmosphere group who is better than me can play, the boss last time I was almost frightened—what I want is innocence, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and I don’t need to have flowers tattooed on X.”

"Accident! Accident!"

"Not this time!"

"Look at this!"

The young man took out the 'Tenth Unlimited Fighting Competition Ticket (Preliminary Round)' as he spoke.

The strong man froze for a moment, his eyes lit up.

But, wave your hand right away.

"Don't give me this thing, it's too hot."

"If you get into trouble with some great fighters, warriors, or even fighters..."

"We all have to finish!"

The strong man showed a refusal.

However, the young man smiled and put this 'admission ticket' by the brawny man's hand.

"how could be?"

"I snatched it from a stupid guy."

"It looks a bit powerful, but I don't have enough experience, so I just put the 'admission ticket' at hand-then, I used the fake one to shake it, and I 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 dialed 60,000."

The young man kindly reminded him.

"Ok, I know."

"I'm talking about fifty thousand for you, and you keep your things."

The strong man said.

"Huh? Isn't that a little little?"

The young man looked shocked.

He had dealt with the other party before, and knew that the other party was very dark, but today he refreshed his cognition again - in his mind, this 'entry ticket' is worth two hundred thousand.

"Too little?"

"Then take it."

"This thing is too risky."

As the strong man said this, the remaining three people on the poker table looked at the young man with ill intentions.

Obviously, if the young people really dare to take the admission ticket, then they really don't have to leave.

There was bitterness in the young man's heart.

Why did he come here even though he knew it was dark?

Isn't it because the other party still kept his promise?

Now it seems that the other party is completely fishing for big fish with a long line!

"Not a lot! Not a lot!"

"I……"

"not enough!"

The young man was ready to compromise, took the money and left, but a voice interrupted the other party, and Goethe pushed open the door of the bar and walked in.

"It's you?!"

The young man exclaimed and stepped back.

The strong man didn't stand up, but the three subordinates at the card table stood up and stared at Goethe, waiting for his boss to kill Goethe with an order.

"My friend, it's not open yet."

The strong man said so, but his hand quietly touched the drawer under the table.

Inside was a pistol.

There are many people on his side, but he doesn't mind having an extra insurance.

However, before he touched the pistol, something changed before his eyes.

A red dragon flew over his head.

Amidst the huge dragon roar, 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 martial arts!

fighter!

The strong man walking in the gray and black area instantly understood who he had met, and immediately looked at the young man viciously. At this time, the young man was already trembling.

"sorry Sorry."

"I didn't mean to."

The young man fell to his knees and stammered begging for mercy.

Goethe waved his hand.

"It's okay, pay attention in the next life."

With that said, the gun was aimed at the young man, and instead of pulling the trigger, he said a 'bang'!

But just this time, the young man was frightened and collapsed.

The other party was so limp on the ground, his crotch was wet.

Goethe ignored the other party and looked at the strong man.

Or……

Goethe's goal from the beginning was a strong man.

After getting a general understanding of this 'secret realm' last night, Goethe had a general idea on how to quickly collect [Blood Honor]: use money!

The 'secret realm' in front of me is different from the previous 'secret realm'.

Not only is the law perfect and has a social foundation, but the hidden world is no longer a secret, and ordinary people 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 Sage" Zhao Jingjue is a "daoxie".

For example: After the 'Dao Xie' was besieged by people who worshiped the 'Wu Sheng', the knife was given as a trophy to brothers 'Da Yin Hand' Xie Tian and 'Da Yang Hand' Xie Di.

For example: Xie Tianxie, who is also known as the "big yin and yang hand", sent the knife directly to the auction house because he was not good at using the knife. Seventy years ago, it was sold for a high price of hundreds of millions of yuan.

And this is just the knife of the 'knife evil'.

There are other weapons that have been contaminated by the descendants of the 'Martial Saint' Zhao Jingjue have also entered the auction house.

Without exception, all weapons were sold at sky-high prices!

It is precisely because of such a sky-high price that it becomes more and more difficult for the descendants of the 'Wu Sheng' - because people have discovered that as long as they are stained with the blood of the descendants of the 'Wu Sheng', 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 pushing the process.

It's none of his business, though.

He only knew that the importance of money in this world and to him had reached an unprecedented level.

Therefore, he intentionally showed his admission ticket.

He wants someone to take the bait.

And the result did not disappoint him.

With [Spirit of Blood Raven] 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 brawny man quoted the real price, he immediately stood up and slapped himself twice, and said respectfully, "I'll give you a million compensation right away——If you want a check, I'll sign it to you right away. For cash, I have to wait a while, and I have to collect it."

"cash!"

Goethe said without hesitation.

Then, he tapped on 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 describe my appearance, name, and origin carefully."

Hearing Goethe's words, the strong man knelt down directly.

"My lord, I will never do this!"

"I must have chipped in for you honestly!"

As he said that, the strong man almost burst into tears.

The one in front of him is a fighter!

A fighter who can ignore guns!

If it was a boxer or a martial artist, he would still dare to play tricks, but a fighter...he really didn't dare.

"Let me just say it."

"Remember, you must say..."

"I seem to be hurt!"

Goethe ordered.

If you want fish to bite, you must have bait.

The brawny man froze for a moment, 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 needs more compensation from people like him.

The brawny man had no objection to this.

He has paid for it, so why don't others pay?

Moreover, they might be able to earn some information fees.

then?

Naturally run away!

After doing such a thing, but still wanting to stay in Luteng City, that is courting death!

"By the way, do you know anyone else who has obtained admission tickets in the entire Luvine City?"

To speed things up, Goethe didn't mind doing both.

"The five major martial arts schools in Lvteng City must have received it."

"The four martial arts schools should also receive it."

"And the three big companies in Luteng City should have received it too."

"The rest is to give some famous warriors, but there should not be many, no more than 4 - the one in your hand should be one of them."

The strong man told the truth everything he knew.

"5+4+3+4... 16 cards?"

"Give me the information on the boxers of those three companies."

After calculating, Goethe ordered.

Since we want to 'save money' quickly, of course we should pick the fattest ones!

If done properly, maybe a small goal at a time!

And when Goethe was thinking about how to "operate properly", something unexpected happened: "Deming Real Estate", one of the three big companies in Lvteng City, actually asked for a name...

Date him!