Super Dragon Ball Draw System

"Hey~ boy! Do you think this young master will let you go if you change places?"

Before Sarutobi could say what he wanted, Frank, who hurried over after ordering his subordinates, immediately spoke again with an arrogant expression.

"...Miscellaneous hair! Beep again, believe it or not, I will chop you with a big sword?"

Having been interrupted by Frank twice in a row, Sarutobi frowned wildly, and couldn't help gnashing his teeth and pulled out the sword of the brave on his back.

Looking at the flickering cold light, the sword of the brave was extremely sharp at first glance, and Frank, who felt chills in his heart, couldn't help but retreat instinctively.

"You~ don't be arrogant! Wait a while for my people to come, and I'll make you look good!"

Feeling a little embarrassed by his retreat, Frank reacted and immediately boldly threatened.

Sarutobi couldn't help laughing at such a thoughtless approach.

"Am I arrogant? That's fine! Since you have said so, if I am not arrogant, I will hack you to death first, wouldn't I be a little sorry for your evaluation of me?"

Gritting his teeth and saying these words, Sarutomo walked towards Frank with the sword of the brave in his hand.

Feeling the inexplicable chill in his heart, Frank, who was shocked, fled away in a hurry.

"You~ you wait for me! I~ I'll be back in a while!"

Nima!

You sand sculpture villain!

Is the director's box lunch delicious?
You still want to rush back to get a lunch box? !
While complaining about the other party in his heart, Sarutobi, who put the sword of the brave back into the scabbard, turned again and walked towards Randy, the steward of Jubao Pavilion.

"Okay, Mr. Steward. The sand sculptures have been driven away by me, so let's talk about my reason for coming!"

Looking at the manager Randy whose mouth twitched because of his words, Sarutobi, who had a playful face, finally expressed his reason for coming.

"I'm short of money recently, so I'm going to sell a batch of magic cores for some money! How about it? Do you want to accept it?"

"Of course! I don't know what grade of magic core you want to sell? How many?"

"There are Tier [-] and Tier [-], Tier [-] and Tier [-], and Tier [-] and Tier [-]!"

Looking at Randy whose expression was unpredictable for a while, Sarutobi couldn't help showing a rather nasty taste on his face.

"As for the quantity, I guess there are thousands of them!"

"Thousands?! Xinghuo, make tea! Sir! Let's talk inside!"

Hearing that there were thousands of them, Randy, whose face was still a little blue and red, suddenly changed his face.

How many thousand?
This is a big customer!
At the same time that this thought flashed in his mind, Randy immediately welcomed Yuan Fei into the VIP room with a flattering expression.

"Please sit down!"

"Thank you!"

"After chatting for so long, I still don't know what the name of the gentleman is!"

"I don't even know what to call the steward!"

"Uh~ It's my fault! Randy, the third-level steward of Jubao Pavilion! If there was any negligence just now, please don't mind!"

"Randy is joking, this deity Sarutobi!"

Seeing the other party's fleeting frown, Sarutobi raised the corner of his mouth again, and immediately called out the magic core he planned to sell.

"Okay, I'm not a person who likes to chatter! It's these magic cores, let's take a look at Randy!"

As Sarutobi's voice fell again, a magic core like a hill appeared instantly, which directly attracted Randy's attention.

"This~ so many?!"

Looking at the tens of thousands of magic cores in front of him, Randy couldn't help but feel a little dull.

Even the trace of dissatisfaction that had arisen in his heart disappeared directly.