Farmer: Plant strange fire at the beginning and sell devil fruits

"Friend, who sent you here?"

A white-haired young man with a hooked nose stood in the corridor on the second floor, holding on to the guardrail and staring coldly at the old beggar.

The old beggar obviously didn't look down on this kid, pointing at him and yelling:

"Your mother sent me!"

The white-haired young man's eyes turned sinister:

"Are you from the Black Dragon Gang? You come here to act wild without even looking at how much you weigh!"

The old beggar was so angry that I thought I was already at level C. How many kilograms and taels do I still have?

I'm so awesome!

He waved his hand and threw out several wind blades, killing the white-haired young man.

There was wind at the feet of the white-haired young man, and he appeared behind the old beggar in an instant.

"boom!"

The white-haired young man was surprised to see several wind blades smashing the guardrail of the second floor into pieces.

"This move of yours is quite powerful."

The old beggar was confused. How did he avoid it?

Didn't see clearly!

He waved his hand and threw the wind blade at the young man behind him.

The white-haired young man dodged again.

The old beggar kept throwing the wind blade, and the white-haired young man kept dodging.

It looks like the old beggar is chasing the white-haired young man, but anyone with knowledge can see that the white-haired young man is teasing the old beggar.

Like a cat teasing a mouse.

In less than two minutes, the old beggar began to gasp for breath, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Not spiritual enough to use powers again.

The white-haired young man was a little disappointed:

"Why is this all? If I had known, I would have killed you from the beginning."

The white-haired young man pointed his hand at the old beggar, and a strong suction pulled the old beggar over.

He pinched the old beggar's neck and exerted force.

"Crack!"

The old beggar's neck was broken, his eyes were dull, and he fell straight to the ground.

Before he died, he said:

"How can you kill someone?"

The white-haired young man felt puzzled, then he smiled and said to the guests:

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, for spoiling everyone's enjoyment. I'll save you some good wine tonight. I'll treat you!"

Several security guards dragged the old beggar's body out, and a smiling mask with a ten-dollar bill fell from the old beggar's body.

The white-haired young man didn't notice the note, stepped on it and picked up the smiley mask.

The maintenance department quickly arrived at the scene and repaired the broken areas.

The music and the girls' play started again.

The old beggar episode seems to have never appeared.

. . . . . .

Meng Xing was sitting on a bench five hundred meters away from the entrance of Dihao Nightclub, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

Because Sumanman implanted a virus into the old beggar's mobile phone, Meng Xing could monitor everything that happened to him.

After Meng Xing heard the news of the old beggar's death, he froze on the spot for ten minutes.

Finally he couldn't help but burst out laughing so wildly that passers-by looked at him like a madman.

"It turns out that the humble people at the bottom of society, even if they want to satisfy their desires, they can't make any waves in this world!"

The first thing he did when he gained strength was to grab his own bridge hole!

You go to a brothel to find the lowest prostitute, even if you go to a bathing center!

It's not a lack of ability, it's a lack of thinking.

I remember a novel I read before. The first thing the protagonist did after awakening to the Shenhao System was to buy a refrigerator full of iced tea!

Then what? what happened?

Is he going to the Dihao Nightclub frantically?

You don’t really think that level C is invincible, do you?

Perhaps in his world, level C is already a god that cannot be looked at directly.

Meng Xing sighed for a while and called Su Manman:

"Sister Manman, the Hunter Guild has officially launched a large-scale promotion.

Save two Devil Fruits, give away the rest, and tell Huang Jie to do things beautifully. "

Meng Xing felt that his worries were completely overblown.

Smart people would not expose the Hunter Guild.

Unintelligent people have no chance of exposing the Hunter Guild.

Tonight is an uneasy night for many people.

. . . . . .

"Doctor Du! Why did you decide to use a hyperbaric oxygen chamber on patients in 16 beds?"

On the other end of the phone, the leader’s voice roared.

Doctor Du explained helplessly:

"The patient has deteriorated seriously. If the hyperbaric oxygen chamber is not used in time, what danger will the patient be in!"

The leader is even more angry:

"Did you know that the patient has no money? Who will pay for the more than 20,000 yuan?!

The hospital is there to make money, not to do charity for you! "

Doctor Du was silent for a while:

"Deduct it from my bonus."

lead:

"The deductions are almost gone! Your salary is gone next month! Does a selfish person like you want to be evaluated for a professional title? Just dream!"

Doctor Du looked at the hung up phone and sighed deeply.

Obviously the hospital receives national special treatment subsidies every year.

For the benefit of the hospital and to be able to apply for the "Provincial Key Hospital", the leaders did not allow others to touch the money.

The dean will eventually be promoted and leave the hospital unit, but what about those patients?

"It would be great if I could awaken my fighting talent. I really have enough room in the hospital."

Dr. Du couldn't stand the pitiful looks in his patients' eyes, and he couldn't stand the way the upper-level leaders regarded life as trivial and only racked their brains for their own career.

"No, even if I awaken my fighting talent, I still have to stay in the hospital. I can at least help a few patients."

Doctor Du is just imagining this.

He loves Batman, being Bruce Wayne by day and the Dark Knight by night.

At this moment, a notification popped up on the phone.

【Do you crave power? ——Hunter Guild】

Doctor Du thought it was some kind of novel, so he clicked it out of curiosity.

Little did he know that this completely changed his life.

Many people received this push advertisement this evening.

Most of the people who receive this advertisement are kind people.

Meng Xing told Su Manman that it doesn’t matter who gets the Devil Fruit, as long as that person is extremely thirsty for extraordinary power.

Anyway, Meng Xing can control the life and death of those who awaken from the Devil Fruit.

Character, character, it doesn’t matter.

Perhaps it was because Su Manman had been exposed to the rain that she tried her best to give Devil Fruit to people who clearly had innocent hearts but were frustrated.

With the Public Security Bureau's database and the AI ​​analysis of S-class hackers, it is not difficult to find these people.

Doctor Du was not the only one to receive an invitation from the Hunter Guild tonight.

A female anchor who supports the children in mountainous areas by dancing.

A teacher who has devoted his whole life to education, but has no background and is mistreated by his boss.

A male internet celebrity who takes care of his seriously ill younger brother and is unwilling to start a live broadcast to reward him even if he starves to death.

. . . . . .

The next morning.

Dihao nightclub, magnificent office.

A burly man lay dozing on an office chair.

He looked like a gangster, and with the black suit on him, he looked like a thug in a suit.

The white-haired young man knocked on the door and walked in respectfully:

"Brother Jun."

Zhu Dajun didn’t even raise his eyelids:

"Have you found out? Where did that madman come from last night?"

The white-haired young man said:

"No, that old man should have a C-level combat talent. I guess only the Black Dragon Gang has such skills."

Zhu Dajun sneered:

"What do you think they are trying to do with this? Send me the head of a master?"

The white-haired young man shook his head and said he was unclear:

"That old man is actually quite strange. He obviously has C-level talent, but his spirituality and combat experience are pitiful."

He remembered something and took out a mask from his arms:

"It fell from the beggar. I don't think such a master would carry something meaningless."

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