Bizarre beater

"Sir, you blocked me from going to work."

Maeda Taro, who was curled up against the door of the divination house, heard the voice aimed at him, his body trembled, he put his hands on the ground for support in panic, and looked up at the person.

It was a male who looked too young and beautiful. When the amber gold eyes looked at him, he felt small and dirty.

The background color of the clothes is platinum, and the purple shawl is painted with golden mysterious patterns, and cumbersome gold chains are hung on the shoulders, decorated with tassels of stars and moons.

As far as the dress is concerned, it fits people's fantasy of "a fortuneteller".

Maeda Taro remembered the guidance he had received from the mysterious voice, regardless of fear, he stood up and wanted to grab the other party.

His ruthlessness to grasp for life-saving straws made Party B Yunhe choose to avoid it.

Party B Yunhe didn't have a good attitude towards this injured and flustered middle-aged man, and he could even be called impatient.

Not only because the other party's appearance looks like a certain type of brain soaked in lust, or a management class without conscience, but also because this is "the key person who triggers special skills."

[Forbidden Art · Destiny Exchange: People who are desperate or unable to restrain their greed will want to obtain a life that does not belong to them. As a legendary fortune-teller, you can complete the exchange for them. 】

This should not be the job of a fortuneteller at all.

Sounds more like something that demons or profiteers like to do.

He refused.

But the other party seemed to have got some kind of hint, and said "help" to him very emotionally.

Judging from the other party's clothing, he had lived a very decent life before, but at the moment he was in a mess, and one leg was limping slightly due to a bullet scratch.

The word "trouble" was written all over his face.

"If you are here to entrust, please step aside, I should go in."

Maeda Taro couldn't catch him no matter what, he was afraid of his mystery and strength, and felt that only such a person could save him, so he moved away, let the opponent in, and followed him closely.

Sitting on a chair, he touched the velvet tablecloth nervously with both hands, and opened his mouth and said, "Please... please help me."

The young man was indifferent to his pitiful situation, and said rather coldly: "Wait a minute, there are two minutes before the opening at eight o'clock."

No matter how you look at him, it is impossible for him to use professional skills in advance.

Because this kind of person deducts wages, it is too uneconomical.

During these 2 minutes, Maeda Taro lived in extreme torment, the tablecloth was soaked with sweat in his palms, and he opened his mouth several times to ask "Is it time?" Every time he received a negative, he became more nervous.

He also looked at the door many times, as if he was worried that someone would come here to look for him.

Party B, Yunhe, did not give him a look, but checked the news with his mobile phone. When he read "XX Hospital was attacked by Mafia", he also lamented the simplicity of the city's folk customs.

The eight o'clock bell echoed in the divination house.

The young fortune-teller finally cast his eyes on the guests: "What is your request?"

The cornered guest dodged his eyes and hesitated. After finding out that the fortune-teller was even going to play with his mobile phone, he felt angry: "You are a fortune-teller, aren't you? Can't tell what I want?"

"Under normal circumstances, I would not take the initiative to explore the past and future of the guests. However, since you want to test my level..."

Party B Yunhe put down his mobile phone, rested his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, looked at the other party leisurely, and raised his eyebrows: "You seem to have a bloody disaster."

It looks like it won't last more than two days.

Precognition is to select the most probable result from all possible futures based on the laws of the past.

After he used it, he could directly see the other party's soul state and various signs.

In layman's terms, this embarrassing guest's body was covered in blood and his body was covered in blood.

It wasn't his prejudice that he didn't like each other in the first place.

This person is indeed not a good thing, with many people's curses on him, and the future will be dark, which is a harbinger of self-eating evil consequences.

Maeda Taro thought of the fate of betraying Mafia, trembling all over his body: "Please save me!! You can charge any kind of reward! As long as it can save my life..."

Party B Yunhe: "I'm not interested in your reward."

It will not be in his account.

He took the crystal ball by the table and put it in front of the other party, and said politely: "According to the regulations, you need to understand the remuneration you should pay first."

Maeda Taro touched the crystal ball cautiously, and various images immediately appeared inside.

He sees his bank account balance, his humble and flattering subordinates, his wife and lovely daughter...

He stayed for a long time, and said in a dry voice: "It's okay..."

Money, power, and family will be there again, but you only live once.

He wants to live.

And the balance did not show the amount that the Russian promised to pay him, which was enough for him to start a new life, as long as he survived the hunt.

The fortune teller's eyes became cold, and his tone was also very cold, but the content of his words was very attractive.

"Then you can choose one of the people you know to exchange for the fate of the other party. After the contract is established, you will become the de facto counterparty."

"You... what are you talking about?" Maeda Taro stood up excitedly, and suddenly realized that his greed was too exposed, so he restrained his expression.

When he sat down again, he looked calm and gentlemanly.Although the puffy face still made him look ugly, it was still difficult to connect him with the person who was panicked a few minutes ago.

"Yes, I do have a suitable candidate."

He suppressed the fear in his heart, and said the name that he was in awe of and jealous of.

Since the opponent can go from the leader's doctor to the leader, he can also replace the opponent.

After understanding the basic composition of Yokohama and the famous organization, Yunhe, the second party, would no longer feel strange about "hearing the name of a famous writer". He just nodded and completed his work according to the process.

Oh no, he omitted the process of explaining.

Maeda Taro didn't know that his price was not composed of money, subordinates, wives and daughters as he guessed.

I don't know, his price is not enough to support him to exchange for too long.

He just hopes that he can become the leader of the port mafia, and then start to do whatever he wants and enjoy the incomparable life.

However, at the next moment, he was plunged into total darkness, and a strange bell sounded in his ears—it sounded like a decayed second hand turning firmly in the water, bringing the sound of water and the friction of mechanical gears.

After No. 12 rings, Taro Maeda lost consciousness.

Party B, Yunhe, shook the hourglass pendant in his hand, and was not happy to find that he had to be responsible for the after-sales of this matter.

[Occupation: Fortune Teller Legendary (Durability 70/99)]

[Professional skill "Forbidden Art · Destiny Exchange" has entered a 48-hour cooldown. 】

[Please be responsible for the after-sales service during the forbidden period to avoid loss of reputation. If you can't get good reviews, your salary will be deducted depending on the situation. 】

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"So? I don't need to work here?"

[Staying with customers counts as working hours. 】

Okay.

The just-opened divination house was closed again, and the owner casually went out after picking up two props.

Then he casually walked to the gate of the headquarters of the port mafia under full martial law, and said to the rows of black hole-like muzzles: "Please inform the current port mafia leader and ask him if he needs after-sales service."

Guangjin Liulang: "The leader has not seen anyone outside the organization recently."

At this time, the leader whose treatment was no longer effective was moving to the basement, and the person who suddenly came to the door and said that he would do "after-sales" seemed very suspicious.

Even if there is a need, they will choose to control people first.

However, after hearing this answer, people turned around and left.

Without hesitation, without any nostalgia, like a Party B who hates "after-sales service".