Calamity Crown

It is a kind of honorific name.

It is entirely derived from strength - a fighter is a person who has mastered the real "secret martial arts", and is also the goal pursued by "boxers" and "warriors".

"What a powerful 'witnessing technique'!"

"This level of 'witnessing' is already close to 'secret martial arts'?"

With a sound of admiration, a cleanly dressed young man with a smile on his face suddenly came over, kicked the unconscious man away, and sat down across from Goethe.

"I'm also here to team up with you."

"Don't get me wrong, it's different from this guy who wants to take advantage."

"I also have tickets for the preliminaries."

As the other party spoke, he took out a 'Tenth Unlimited Fighting Tournament Ticket' which was the same as Goethe's.

"The current Amusement Park in the east of the city has long been turned into a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. A bunch of people are staring at it. If we don't join forces, facing the group of guys who are so numerous and omnipotent, we may lose our admission." Coupons' gone!"

"So, joining forces is the wise choice."

"There's no shame in it, a lot of people do it."

"We can enter the preliminaries first, and then, each according to his own ability."

"How about it?"

The other party looked at Goethe expectantly, but quietly stretched out his hand to the 'admission ticket' that Goethe put on the table.

The next moment, the other party shot like lightning.

Pick up the 'admission ticket', turn around and run.

Chapter 40 Gothic saving money!

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.

"Ah."

"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 Championships' safety committee?"

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

"Thank you."

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

The meaning could not 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:[-] in the morning, and then walked out of the teahouse leisurely.

Going down the steps, Goethe said softly——

"The time 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!

However, he knew that the price of a 'Tenth Unlimited Fighting Tournament Ticket (Qualifier)' on the black market had already been fired up to 100 million—this 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.

clap clap.

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, last time the boss 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 Tournament Ticket (Preliminary Round)' while talking.

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 right?"

"fifty thousand!"

The strong man said, and played a card of [-].

"Brother, you dialed [-]."

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 'admission ticket' was worth 20 yuan.

"Small?"

"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.