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"Did I prevent you from sleeping well?" Elizabeth pointed at her nose, blinking her eyes innocently.

"That's right! You two struggled for more than two hours last night! And the windows haven't been closed yet!" Aisha complained angrily.

"What?! Damn it!"

Elizabeth hurriedly turned around and glanced to the right, and sure enough, she found that a window was not closed tightly, and she immediately showed a shy expression.

Although young girls in big American cities are known for being edgy and open, she couldn't help being shocked and embarrassed.

After all, it is one thing to accidentally be overheard by a stranger for such an extremely embarrassing thing, but another thing to be overheard by one's closest sisters.

The former is embarrassing for a while at most, and it will pass soon, while the latter may become a black history and be remembered for a lifetime.

"Hmm! Are you embarrassed now?" Aisha raised the corner of her mouth and smiled maliciously.

"OK! I admit it this time! As compensation, how about I get a handsome guy for you tonight?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes, and immediately chose to admit it and offered an exchange.

"No, no, no, one is not enough, I want two." Aisha licked her lips with a look of hunger and thirst.

"Two?!" Elizabeth opened her mouth wide in surprise. "My God! When did you become so slutty?"

"It's not because of the two of you! Tell you, I'm flooded right now, and I need something intense and exciting." Speaking of which, Aisha glanced at the messy room and asked in an uncertain tone: "By the way, where did Zhang go? Why didn't I see him."

"I don't know. He is always elusive. Even I don't know when he will suddenly disappear and when he will suddenly appear." Elizabeth shrugged helplessly.

"Well, you have to understand that a man like him is always busy, but we can find something ourselves..."

Before Elsa finished speaking, the temperature in the room suddenly began to drop, and then a portal opened out of thin air, and Zhang Cheng, who was expressionless, stepped over the threshold and walked out from it.

Different from usual, his whole body exudes a strong sense of oppression that cannot be described in words, as if everything around him, including the air, is slowly aging, decaying, and finally dying.

Nothing can escape!

In just a few seconds, the two girls in the room couldn't help but start to tremble, as if a subconscious mind was urging them to run away quickly, or they would die.

"Oh, sorry."

Undoubtedly, Zhang Cheng also sensed the terrifying power he unconsciously released, and quickly tried to control it.

After a while, the terrifying aura disappeared, except for the place where the feet stepped, there was no abnormality at all.

"Honey, what happened just now? You...you seem to be a little bit wrong!" Elizabeth, who was naked, hurriedly wrapped herself in a blanket, her eyes showing horror.

"Don't worry, I've already solved a little problem." Zhang Cheng comforted the girl with a kiss on the forehead.

Undoubtedly, he didn't want to talk about the new power he had just acquired, to be precise, the power to manipulate the rules of death.

After several hours of training in the consciousness space, he has initially learned how to exert influence on the rules of death within a limited range, making it temporarily obey his will.

It is an immensely powerful force, more complex and elusive than any known force.

Most importantly, anyone who uses the death rules must pay a corresponding price.

In ancient times, in order to pay the price, the death gods on the earth created the kingdom of the dead one after another, and won the favor of the entire rule system by transforming souls into pure death energy on a large scale.

In contrast, modern Faust adopted a more direct and brutal method, killing and sacrificing living people to pay the price of using the rules of death.

But Lavern obviously didn't understand this, and mistakenly believed that Faust's bloody crimes every once in a while was a manifestation of his spirit not being controlled by reason...

8 Chapter Thirty Support

After taking a shower and getting dressed again, Zhang Cheng quickly brought the two young girls to the restaurant, ordered a three-point luxury breakfast that ordinary people could not imagine, and then began to chat while eating.

Although these foods don't look very eye-catching, the price per penny is as high as [-] US dollars, which is worth the sum of the salary of ordinary people without eating or drinking for two or three months.

Such an astonishing price made Aisha, who was used to paying twenty to thirty dollars for a day's meals on weekdays, almost cried out.

I have to say that Old Nazes definitely fully considered the spending power of the guests on this ship, so he didn't seek the best in everything, but the most expensive, and he didn't even give a tip less than three hundred dollars, which is simply worthy of the name Sell ​​gold cave.

If nothing else, every voyage can bring at least millions, or even tens of millions of dollars in net profit.

In particular, the large amounts of cash used for consumption and gambling are all processed through the banking system in the underground world, and there is no need to pay a penny of taxes to the US government.

Just as Aisha was carefully enjoying the most expensive breakfast she had ever had in her life, old Nazes walked in from outside the restaurant with a breezy face, and bowed pretentiously with one hand on his chest: "Good morning, Mr. Senator, and Two beautiful ladies."

"Good morning!" Elizabeth replied politely.

You don't need to ask to know that the reason why she is willing to talk to the other party is [-]% because she won a large sum of money last night.

As for Aisha next to her, she just lowered her head and ate, completely ignoring the old man in front of her who looked kind on the surface but secretly had a fierce reputation behind her.

As an agent of an underground stronghold, she is not as naive as her younger sister. Not only can she come into contact with all kinds of guys every day, but she can also inquire about a lot of shady and gossip. Nazes was dealt with bad luck.

It can be said that, except for those relatively powerful lords, few ordinary residents of New York's underground world dare to take the initiative to trouble this mixed-race old siren.

Zhang Cheng unhurriedly swallowed a piece of fried egg wrapped in shrimp, picked up the napkin and wiped the oil stains from the corner of his mouth, then raised his head and asked, "Tell me, what can you do for me early in the morning?"

"It's like this, Your Excellency." Old Nazes paused for a moment, and then said in a rather nervous tone: "I contacted a few colleagues who are also running Death Fight this morning, and three of them are very interested in the league's The proposal is very interesting and wants to come and negotiate in person.”

"This should be a good thing, shouldn't it?" Zhang Cheng picked up his cup and took a sip of hot coffee.

"Yes! But the problem is, they also made a small request, that is to bring their own players to participate in the death fight tonight, and hope that you will host the whole process."

While saying these words, Nazes kept looking up to observe Zhang Cheng's reaction, for fear of seeing the other party's angry or unhappy expression.

"I'll host it? They want to confirm my support for this bloody and cruel competition." Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and smiled contemptuously.

Just like all the guys who wander in the gray area, the businessmen engaged in illegal business in the underground world are also eager to get rid of their embarrassing situation and get support and asylum from the upper class.

And as a member of North America's Supreme Council, he just happened to be able to meet all the conditions for organizing the Death Fight League.

To be exact, he only needs to set aside a venue in his own jurisdiction, and then promise that death fighting is legal here, and he doesn't have to worry about being arrested, then it won't be long before people in this industry from all over the world will flock to And to.

Old Nazes nodded with a wry smile: "Yes! They are more or less worried. You must know that this is not a small business. Once you decide to cooperate, you will have to spend a lot of money to operate it. In order to ensure personal and property Until it is safe, most people have temporarily chosen to wait and see, so I think it is necessary to give them a little confidence."

"Since we're going to play, let's do the whole set. Tell them that I not only agree to host tonight's death fight, but also present a surprise reward to the champion who wins the final victory." Zhang Cheng rubbed his chin and said Answered with interest.

"Prize? What prize!"

Upon hearing the word "prize", Nazes' eyes lit up instantly.

He would never forget that sitting in front of him was a master alchemist who could concoct various high-level magic potions, even life-prolonging potions.

"Temporary secrecy! The key to a surprise being called a surprise is to keep it secret. If it is revealed in advance, it cannot be called a surprise." Zhang Cheng pretended to be mysterious and blinked his eyes.

"Hey! Understood! I'm going to inform everyone. Xianxin and the others will rush over when they hear the news." After finishing speaking, the half-breed old siren bowed again, turned around and quickly disappeared in the corridor leading to the lower deck. End of the stairs.

After watching him leave completely, Aisha put down the knife and fork, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you really going to support him in the death fight league?"