Urban Dreams Come True System

Chapter 641, have something to say
"Ah" everyone let out a louder surprise, "it appeared"

Everyone's attention was focused on the red cloth that fell from the sky. The three gangsters grabbed a person in the box together and lifted them up vigorously. The person in the box was desperately holding on to something.

Just when the man in the box was about to be pulled out of the box, the man in the box followed his gaze and saw a man wrapped in red cloth falling from above his head. He was so frightened that he shouted: "Mom, it can't be that." Let’s play it real.”

At this time, the gangsters have not finished saying "your trick has been exposed".

The man in the box grabbed the collars of the three bastards, pulled them over his head, and then heard the man wrapped in red cloth hitting them, followed by the sound of the box breaking, and then the sound of the box under the box There was the sound of two sticks with the same color as the ground breaking, and there were five people lying on the ground.

The magician sat down on the ground again and sighed: "It's over, it's over, my show is all screwed up"

After a brief silence.

"That's wonderful," someone yelled.

"It was incredible"

"Five people are conjured up at once, one is in the sky and four are on the ground. It's so creative."

"awesome"

The onlookers didn't know why, and they suddenly cheered. The cheers continued, and many people scattered their change on the ground.

The judges around him continued to praise him. Probably, their prosperous town often had entertainers performing this kind of show. This was the first time they had seen such an unusual performance. Everyone liked this novel performance technique.

The magician accepted everyone's praise inexplicably, and murmured: "Could it be, my performance was really successful."

The boy who turned into a monster stood up from the ground in embarrassment, took off the red cloth covering his body, and said in surprise, "Why am I here?"

"Oops" came a distressed voice, "You idiot, you're standing on top of me"

"Hey," the young man realized that he was standing on the belly of a gangster, "Ah, borrow it." He hurriedly took a step away, but in his panic, he accidentally stepped on the gangster's head, knocking him unconscious.

The young man apologized, "I'm sorry, it was purely an accident."

Under the curious eyes of everyone, the young man left in a hurry.

On the other side of the town, several people from the performance troupe rushed over with a car full of props.

In the middle of the road, a gangster led a dozen gangsters to block the intersection. Three of them had bandages on their hands and feet. They were the three people who made trouble in the street performing troupe. One of them was seriously injured, even on his nose. The bandage was also applied, it was the one whose nose was trampled by the boy.

The gangster had a fierce look on his face and led his younger brother to block the performance group from passing.

"Stop." The gangster with a bandaged nose took a step forward, smiled and opened his mouth, but just as soon as he opened his mouth, he grinned in pain, "Oh, it hurts."

The old man in the performance group raised his hand to signal the people behind him to stop the car.

The gangster slapped the younger brother on the head who was talking, "Go, go, let me talk, dawdling."

The gangster picked up the purse in the hands of the children in the performance troupe, and said with a smile: "The harvest is good." Suddenly, the gangster's face changed, and he looked fierce, "You hurt a few of my younger brothers during the performance, this How is the bill calculated?"

The magician hurriedly said, "That's not the case."

"Shut up. If you make a mistake in your performance, it's a mistake. You have to admit it. Only in this way can you grow." The old man scolded his apprentice magician.

"We just need to lose money." The old man didn't want to offend these tyrants, "How much money was spent on the treatment, how much we will lose."

"Really, quite sensible." The gangster smiled, "Then the ones behind will be able to talk."

Just when the old man was about to take out the money, a girl's voice interrupted him.

"Wait a minute, don't be fooled by them." The girl who found the three gangsters making trouble just now appeared, "I can testify that they got hurt when they came on stage to make trouble with ill intentions, and they don't care about your business at all. "The girl pointed at the three injured punks.

"You..." The three gangsters glared at the girl viciously, but the girl was no longer threatened by them this time, and even made a face before running away.

The gangster didn't blush, instead he laughed, and changed the subject with a rogue face: "As the saying goes, brothers from all corners of the world are brothers, and now our brothers are so hungry that their chests stick to their backs. You outsiders are having a good time." , It seems unreasonable, as brothers, don’t you want to take out some money to help others.”

A group of punks followed suit: "That's right, that's right."

The child was so frightened that he covered the purse tightly.

The magician said displeasedly: "This is the hard-earned money we earned, why should I give it to you?"

"What did you say? You..." The gangster with a broken nose took a step forward, and said viciously, "Oh, it hurts." He touched his sore wound from talking.

"Roll the calf" the gangster slapped the little gangster again, "Straighten your tongue before you talk."

"Hey," the old man stopped the magician and continued, "We have something to discuss, please don't hurt the peace."

The old man's words are easy to discuss, and it is somewhat useful to listen to the bastard.

Hunzitou kept pointing at the old man with one finger, and laughed loudly: "Sensitive, you are sensible, hahahaha, how about the three to seven cents of the money you earn today?"

"That's outrageous. You didn't do anything, so why should you be divided into [-]%?" the magician said angrily. What's the difference between this and robbery? He was about to step forward to argue but was stopped by the old man.

"Did I say that I want [-]%? Did you hear me wrong? What I said is that I want [-]%." The bastard stretched out seven fingers to indicate the amount he said. Without any sincerity in the negotiation, yes, they just wanted to rob, and it was an aboveboard rob.

The people in the performance troupe were stunned. They have met many scoundrels, but they have never encountered such a thick-skinned one. It seems that this is normal.

A group of bastards had a natural expression on their faces, as if the prey had fallen into the trap set by the hunter, and the expression said: You are mine now,
"You guys want to take [-]%, which is against the rules." At first, the old man thought that the other party was a tyrant who just wanted to extort some money, and he just sent it away. Obviously he didn't expect the other party to be so greedy, and he felt disgusted all of a sudden.

"CAO, damn you, you old guy, you tell me the rules on my land, don't you know that my words are the rules?" The gangster pointed his finger at the old man's nose and scolded him, then stepped forward and pushed the old man, "Give it to me Smash, smash all their things, let them know who has the final say in this area." The following words were addressed to his younger brothers.

(End of this chapter)