Marvel's Strange Magician

Among the younger brothers who were close to Watson, one of them immediately wielded a heavy machete and slashed at Watson's right hand with a grin.

Watson frowned slightly and pointed his crutch backwards. At the same time, he quickly made a gun shape with his right hand, and an invisible energy bullet was shot out rapidly in the direction of the crutch. The body of the little brother who was struck by the knife exploded.

The knife of the knife-wielding brother was still raised in the air without being cut down, and the man fell back again as if he had been hit by a grenade.

Many of the gang members around him were also affected by the aftermath of the explosion, with wounds on their faces and arms.

The other gang members suddenly loaded their guns nervously, frightened, or angry, and all of them reflected on Watson's head.

As for the gang leaders, each of them has two or three subordinates blocking their way.

"It seems that you still don't regard me as a partner who can negotiate deals. Can we talk now?

Or do I have to find a place to sit down? "

Hua Shenghuan glanced at the gambling table, with obvious dissatisfaction in his old tone.

The surprise that had not dissipated in the eyes of several gang leaders suddenly turned into obvious anger after hearing Watson's words.

Watson did not continue to speak, but took out the healing potion from the suitcase and walked to the little brother whose abdomen was a bloody mess and even part of his abdominal cavity was exposed.

He took half of the healing potion to the bird who kept whining in pain but did not dare to move at will, and then walked back to where he originally stood, standing there without saying a word.

Several gang leaders who were preparing to take the risk of shooting Watson immediately suppressed the anger in their hearts and looked at the wailing young man who fell to the ground with cold eyes.

As long as the effect of this potion does not satisfy them, even if they try to be exploited by the "boss" here, they will directly defeat this old man who dares to humiliate them.

Five minutes later, the knife-wielding boy moved his body in surprise and looked much healthier than the gang members who were affected by the explosion.

If it weren't for the large dark red scab still remaining on his stomach, no one would believe that it was a bloody mess just five minutes ago.

The middle-aged man holding a cigar and wearing a black coat looked at the half-filled bottle of potion in front of Watson with a gloomy expression, wondering what he was thinking.

Behind him, the muscular young man who had been the first to stop the gangsters from pointing their guns at Watson suddenly leaned forward and whispered in the ear of the middle-aged man in a black coat:

"Boss, the most important ability of this potion is to delay the time of death. Judging from its current efficacy, the time it can delay is not measured in seconds.

There is no loss in buying a potion with such an effect.

In addition, the force that can produce such consumables is most likely someone we cannot provoke, as we can see from the skill of this old gentleman.

Furthermore, if you are willing to sell such consumables and waste half of them without showing any trace of pain on your face, I believe that this force will have more of this kind of potion in its hands, and even other equally magical potions.

Therefore, whether it is to continue to obtain this medicine or to avoid a possible huge force from targeting us, we should not antagonize this old gentleman. "

"Boss" gave a soft "hmm" and said without any warmth in his tone:

"I see."

At the same time, there seemed to be a trace of disdain and impatience flashing through his eyes.

The young man seemed to have been used to this situation for a long time, and stood up straight again with a calm expression on his face.

"Old sir, this bottle of potion of yours is indeed miraculous and eye-opening. I wonder what the price is? Do you still have the same potion in your hands?"

The "boss" put on a cheerful smile again, and while asking Watson, his eyes naturally glanced at the people in other seats.

Hearing the second half of "boss", the gang leaders immediately calmed down. They glanced eagerly at the healing potion in the suitcase, and then stared at Watson with a smile on their face.

Watson looked at the young man standing behind the "boss" with great interest, and replied to everyone:

"The base price is five thousand US dollars, the highest bidder will get it. If you want to continue this deal, I will come here every Thursday.

Next time it will be three bottles. If you need it, remember to prepare the money early. "

"Five thousand? I want it!"

A strong man sitting opposite the "boss" immediately shouted.

Just kidding, that kid’s injury just now would be cured if he went to the hospital for five thousand yuan! Not to mention that others would have to lie down for several months to recover.

"Five thousand and five."

Another leader shouted, the boss's reputation is closely related to the number of visits to the hospital. Now that this medicine has appeared, he will not go to the hospital to suffer.

"Six thousand!"

"..."

"twelve thousand!"

The bidding continued, and it wasn't until the "boss" spoke again that this irregular auction finally came to an end.

"Everyone, today is the first time that the old gentleman has come to sell this magical potion, and it is in my place. So, how about you give me a small favor on this business today and give me the opportunity?"

Of course, I will automatically abstain from the next auction. "

As soon as these words came out, the remaining leaders fell silent, and no one was fighting with the "boss" anymore.

The "boss" took Watson's suitcase with a smile, a flash of satisfaction flashing in his heart.

[What kind of relationship does this kind of life-saving thing have to do with? Getting it early is the guarantee. Next time, can I just arrange for someone to bid for me?

Oh, what a bunch of idiots! 】

The "boss" looked at the bottle of potion in the suitcase, and he felt happier the more he looked at it. However, the empty half inside made him feel a little irritated.

On the other side, Watson, who took the bank card handed over by the "boss", couldn't help but feel happy.

Just by purchasing and unloading goods from the system, and then selling them, he made hundreds of times! Hundreds of times!

Watson struggled to suppress it, and even used the clown's ability to restrain the corners of his mouth that wanted to raise. Looking at the extra system coins synchronized, he only felt that he was full of confidence and power in an instant.

Suddenly, he didn't know what he thought of, and Watson's eyes immediately drifted to the young man standing behind the "boss" with a calm expression.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then raised his head and smiled at the "boss":

"Since we are going to have a long-term transaction, you'd better find someone to talk to, so that I can avoid violating your taboos."

“It’s great that the old gentleman has such a heart!

Alves, take the old man to the conference room. Remember, you must explain it clearly to the old man. Also, you have to answer whatever the old man asks you. Do you understand? "

"I understand, please come here, old gentleman!"

Another young man standing side by side with the calm young man immediately put a smile on his face and was ready to step out from the crowd to lead Watson.

"Wait a minute, this young man suits my fancy, let him talk to me."

Watson waved his cane, and then pointed at the calm young man next to Alves.

Alves immediately turned his head and stared fiercely at the calm young man, gritting his teeth as if he wanted to smash his fist directly into the opponent's face.

The smile on the "boss"'s face suddenly froze. He turned back and glanced at the calm young man, and his tone suddenly became much calmer:

"Brooke, did you hear that? Why don't you go and lead the way for the old gentleman?"

Brooke bowed slightly, stretched out his hand to signal to Watson, and then began to walk forward without saying a word.