Calamity Crown

'Warrior'? !

Goethe was taken aback.

"'Xia Ke' is not just one person. It is an organization that sprang up from the people after the 'corporate murder incident' thirty years ago. At that time, many boxers, warriors, and fighters chose to join."

"They hanged the managers of some black-hearted 'enterprises' under the streetlights."

"They're going to distribute the wealth to people in the slums."

"However, this violated the law. Under the joint roundup of the police and many 'enterprises', the 'knights' suffered heavy casualties, and there were less than five of the original twenty-four 'indian masters' left."

"The 'knights' have turned from bright to dark, and those 'enterprises' have also restrained a lot. They adjusted their daily working hours to ten hours, with one day off every week, and started to build hospitals and schools for enterprises."

"Twenty-four 'Indian masters'?"

Goethe asked questions that interested him.

"Do you know "Xia Ke Xing" by 'Wu Sheng'?"

"The 'knights' each took a sentence and made a seal."

"People call them 'Indian Lords'."

Zot replied, and then, involuntarily, hummed softly——

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu hook is frosty and snowy..."

Zot hummed, and the dejected man's eyes lit up.

There is not only a trace of yearning, but also a trace of admiration.

But then it dimmed.

No matter how yearning you are, you have to face reality.

He still wants to live.

His family still has to live.

Quickly adjusted his mood, the safety committee member continued.

"Do not worry!"

"This matter will not affect you!"

"We have complete evidence here, proving that this bounty hunter was thrown down by you for the sake of money——I wish you a sweet dream!"

After speaking, Zot got up and left.

However, when he was at the door, he glanced in the direction of the bathroom and showed Goethe a smile that any man could understand.

The door is closed.

Goethe went to the bathroom.

There was no one in the bathroom.

The vent was open.

The boxy air vents are not big, and only cats can get in.

However, Goethe knew clearly when he thought of the situation where the other party changed his figure.

Picking up the hinge window of the air vent in the bathroom, Goethe raised his hand and pressed it, and controlled [Spirit of the Blood Raven] to carefully clean up some unnecessary traces - because he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

Also because...

‘After we leave, they will build schools and hospitals for you, and raise your wages, not because of their conscience, nor because they have become good people, but because we have been here! '

Goethe sighed softly, turned and walked towards the dining table.

There is his supper there.

It was a bit cold, but the taste was good.

Holding a bowl of chicken porridge, Goethe stood in front of the window, overlooking the entire Luteng City, muttering to himself.

"'Warrior'?"

...

At ten o'clock in the morning, the car of the safety committee of the "Tenth Unlimited Fighting Competition" picked up Goethe on time.

After Goethe picked up a pen and signed his name on the document, he handed the document to Zouter.

"Goethe, from now on, all the 10 million will go into the prize pool of this boxing match. If you win, you will get 90 million."

According to the rules, Zouter announced.

There is also a video on the side.

"9000w?"

"Not 1:7?"

Goethe was a little surprised.

"It went up again."

"Today, 'Deming Real Estate' only invited our safety committee to be the referee, but 'Shanke Clothing' and 'Golden Luo Fast Food' sent representatives to ask to participate. This complied with the regulations, and we did not refuse."

"With the participation of the three leading enterprises in various industries in Luteng City, the five major martial arts halls and the four major martial arts schools have also sent representatives."

"Goethe..."

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"I'll try my best to help you."

Zot, who was introducing the bystanders, suddenly lowered his voice and asked.

"I want to eat chicken with pork belly for lunch."

Goethe said.

Zot was taken aback for a moment, he looked at Goethe's serious look, and finally nodded.

"Okay, I invite you."

The face is serious and the expression is serious.

There is no doubt that the member of the safety committee took this as Goethe's last words.

Goethe didn't explain much either.

Instead, he leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Actually?

It is 'peeping'.

...

On an unfinished construction site, with dark skin, high cheekbones, and an ordinary figure, Modo Ge sat cross-legged on a futon, and the representative of "Deming Real Estate" waited on him carefully.

Not far away were three groups of people standing.

One was wearing a school uniform with a young face.

One of them was wearing a training uniform, with a strong momentum.

There is also a suit and leather shoes, talking and laughing happily.

"I don't know how many moves that Goethe can last. Last time, Modo Pavilion killed the challenger with only one move. When the autopsy was performed afterwards, the guy's chest was completely cooked."

A man in a suit shook his head in admiration.

"Goethe, I have seen his game."

"Not enough to see."

"It's just one or two tricks at most."

Another man in a suit expressed his opinion.

In this regard, the representatives of the five major martial arts halls wearing training uniforms heard it, but no one objected.

After all, they appeared here only because of the gathering of the three industry leaders in Luteng City.

But among the students, some people expressed different opinions.

"Being able to get rid of the death of relatives and friends in a very short period of time, and defeating Darwell, who is very powerful, is enough to prove that this Mr. Goethe is a person with extremely strong willpower."

"It's impossible for him to lose in one or two strokes."

Wearing a school uniform, the boy with the word 'dong' on his chest opened his mouth and said.

The other side looks immature and wears glasses, but looks serious.

"What do children know!"

"Darwell is still strong?"

"Facing a boxer from any of our companies, it is impossible to survive three moves!"

The man in the suit frowned and retorted.

The other man in a suit didn't say a word, and looked at the student sarcastically, as if you were completely ignorant.

"Dawell, who couldn't survive three moves, died in the hands of Mr. Goethe, which means that Mr. Goethe was able to survive at least one or two moves."

The girl with a 'Nan' embroidered on her school uniform on her chest spoke.

The girl with twin ponytails and a delicate face stared at those big eyes with an angry look.

"Ah."

The two men in suits stopped talking.

Suddenly a boy standing beside him took a step forward and punched him forward.

Woo!

Ding!

With a crisp sound, a tiny hair-like weapon rolled back.

But blood oozes from the boy's fist.

"Lu Ming, are you alright?"

"You sneak attack!"

The girl with two ponytails scolded angrily, and the two men in suits continued to sneer, ready to sneer again.

But immediately his face changed, and a knife light suddenly cut down with a chill, and the two hurriedly dodged, but they were still a step behind.

Stab it! Stab it!

The light of the knife flashed, and the suits of the two became ragged.

A tall girl stood in front of them with a knife.

"Speak again, I will kill you."

The girl's face was frosty and her voice was cold. Although she was wearing a school uniform, she couldn't hide her heroic spirit.

"Li Yuan!"

The two men in suits yelled angrily and were about to strike, but the three students just now stood behind Li Yuan at the same time, especially the tall and strong Lu Ming who stared at the man in suits just now, and the one with glasses The student pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, opened his hands and crackled, and the most exaggerated thing was that the girl with two ponytails pulled out a... a chainsaw!

hum!

The motor turns, and the sharp teeth of the chainsaw spin rapidly.

"Hahaha, everyone, give me some face."

Four men and one woman in exercise uniforms walked between the two, blocking the two groups of people.

Obviously very familiar with such a scene.

Four men approached two men in suits.

The woman walked up to the students.

During the persuasion in a low voice, Moduoge raised his eyelids.

"ridiculous."

The voice didn't hide it.

The five major martial arts schools, the four major martial arts schools, and the two representatives of 'Shan Ke Garment' and 'Golden Luo Instant Food' all heard it.

The two representatives of 'Shan Ke Garment' and 'Jinluo Instant Food' both turned blue.

It looks like they think that Moduo Pavilion is their own, so they keep praising, but the other party doesn't appreciate it, but also makes ridicule, which is really too much.

Anger made the two stare at each other.

But it didn't happen.

Because Moduoge is a fighter.

far stronger than them.

The people from the five major martial arts gyms still kept smiling expressions, and no one was offended.

The three young men from the four major martial arts schools had a bad face, but they endured it.

Because they also know the gap between themselves and fighters.

But the girl named 'Li Yuan' came out, her palm was already on the handle of the knife, and layers of cold and sharp aura were brewing on this girl.

One step, one step.

One step, one layer.

When she took three steps, the three layers of sharp aura made the girl look like a sharp blade out of its sheath.

"Floating Cloud Saber Intent?!"

There were exclamations from around, even Modo Pavilion was very surprised, but then the other party shook his head.

"Three floors?"

"not enough!"

"If you can condense five layers, I will be happy to fight with you!"

As Mo Duoge said, he closed his eyes again.

But immediately, it opened.

Because, another layer of sword intent was condensed.

Moreover, this girl didn't mean to stop, and seemed to take another step.

Everyone looked over, but immediately, they saw that the girl's face was getting paler and her body was a little staggering.

"Still showing off."

Everyone thinks so.

The girl with double ponytails ran over to support her, and stuffed the pill in her mouth.

"Oh, that's all."

The two men in suits spoke again.

But this time, the tall and strong boy and the boy with glasses rushed over directly.

The two sides fought together.

Fists and feet hang in the wind, you come and I go.

The four of them were tied for a while.

But soon, the onlookers realized that something was wrong. The two men in suits gradually directed the battle to where Li Yuan was. Everyone guessed what the two wanted to do.

"How shameless!"

The only woman in the martial arts gym stood in front of Li Yuan.

Immediately, two men in suits jumped out of the battle ring.

"Is Juying Wuguan so nosy?"

The two men in suits asked coldly.

"If the road is uneven, someone must step on it."

"people?"

"Sometimes, you have to fix it."

The martial arts member who spoke first appeared at some point behind the two men in suits. He raised his arms and put them on the shoulders of the two men. His huge palms just hung down and gently pressed on the two men in suits.

The two men in suits were immediately unable to move.

but--

call!

A scorching palm wind suddenly struck.

The martial arts member's face remained unchanged, and he raised his hand and struck out with a palm.

boom!

Palms intersect.

The martial arts members retreated five steps in a row.

Modo Pavilion turned over and jumped back.

"Iron Palm of Zhentian Martial Arts?"

"hehe."

There was no substantive provocative language, but it made the member of Zhentian Martial Arts narrow his eyes.

However, the other party was not impulsive.

"After you and Goethe are finished, we can choose a time to compete again."

said the other party.

"Can."

Modo Pavilion immediately agreed.

At the same time, he glanced at the two men in suits.

Immediately, the two men in suits obediently stood aside.

That low-browed and pleasing look made the side of the martial arts hall feel a pang in his heart.

seem……

Moduo Pavilion is here specifically for them.

Just as Wuguan frowned, a car drove up.

Goethe and Zotter came down.

Goethe didn't look around, just walked directly in front of Modo Pavilion, and asked Zot behind him.

"can we start?"

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry to eat pork belly chicken."

Such a defiant question stunned the people around.

Whether it was the martial arts side or the school side, they were all in a daze.

Especially Mo Duo Pavilion laughed angrily.

"Crazy guy."

Modo Pavilion angrily rebuked.

"Okay."

"I declare—start!"

Therefore, when he heard Zot shouting, Modoge raised his hand and hit Goethe's head. His anger made him forget the boss's order, and he wanted to kill Goethe with one blow.

When the scorching palm wind blows towards his face, Goethe also raised his palm along the way——

call!

A cone of flame spewed out.

PS Feilong recommended a book written by a book friend, "The Heavens: Starting from Ten Miles of Foreign Market"~