Calamity Crown

In the field of vision of [Spirit of the Blood Raven], more people with strong bodies and strong breaths are approaching here.

……

'Wise Real Estate', the top tier.

"waste!"

"A bunch of trash!"

"Even a fool can't figure it out!"

The boss of 'Smart Real Estate' was yelling on the phone.

Snapped!

He dropped the phone heavily to the ground.

The secretary in a black silk skirt with a hip wrap carefully picked up the phone and put it on the table.

The boss of 'Sensible Real Estate' raised his hand and slapped his secretary to the ground.

"Now I'm very angry."

The owner of 'Smart Real Estate' said so.

The secretary crawled over immediately.

2 minutes later……

The secretary walked to the bathroom in the president's office.

The boss of 'Smart Real Estate' slumped in his chair and picked up the phone again.

"Let Darwell come to me."

After speaking, the boss casually threw the phone on the table again.

He's been in a bad mood lately.

The failure of that idiot before not only cost him a large sum of money, but also made him lose a chance to improve—that bastard, he told him clearly that he must lose!

In the end, he dared to win!

After getting this result, he fired the opponent without hesitation.

He doesn't need a disobedient boxer.

It will not let a boxer who does not listen to him live.

However, what he didn't expect was that the fool's luck turned out to be good.

In order to save a child, he was not killed by the bomb.

It annoyed him.

Then, the new boxer Darwell gave him a more relieved idea.

Tickets for the '[-]th Unlimited Fighting Championship (Qualifier)'!

An entry ticket that attracts countless bosses and fighters.

Compared with this, the boxing matches he participated in before are not worth mentioning.

Therefore, without hesitation, he bought an admission ticket on the black market!

Not just as bait.

And because his new fighter, Darwell, is guaranteed to pass the preliminaries!

"Pass the preliminaries and enter the official competition. As long as you operate properly, not only can you get back the money you lost before, but you can also make a lot of money!"

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the face of the boss of 'Wise Real Estate'.

Especially when seeing Darwell, such a smile is even brighter.

Compared with the idiot he hired before, Darwell in front of him is not only stronger, but also more obedient.

Especially the latter.

To his great satisfaction.

"Those guys failed and let that idiot run away."

"I will use my relationship to find him."

"Then……"

"Kill him."

'Wise Real Estate' the boss ordered.

"Understood, boss."

Darwell replied.

This is a tall, thin man in a bright green sportswear. He has a dark face and thick hair. There are thick calluses on the exposed palms, making the opponent's hands look wider and thicker than ordinary people.

"Do you need me to greet him in particular?"

Darwell continued to ask.

The owner of 'Sensible Real Estate' immediately laughed.

You see, why he admires the current fighters more is this attitude of considering him.

"Not too special, but I want him to be miserable."

"Anyway, he holds the admission ticket. During the competition, any fight over the admission ticket is allowed."

The owner of 'Smart Properties' laughed.

Darwell laughed too.

The former is proud.

The latter grinned grimly.

Likewise, Goethe laughed too.

"So it was allowed!"

Saying such words, Goethe stepped out from the shadow on one side.

Looking at Goethe who came out and rushed towards here, Dawell immediately opened his posture with a vigilant expression, and he was ready to meet Goethe's stormy offensive.

And he had already planned in his mind how to defend, how to counterattack while Goethe was resting, and killed him with one blow.

Darwell thought clearly and thoroughly.

He even thought of the boss's compliment.

However, contrary to Darwell's expectations, Goethe passed him by.

Under Darwell's shocked gaze, Goethe kicked the back of the swivel chair of the boss of 'Sensible Real Estate'.

boom!

The huge force made the opponent rush straight to the floor-to-ceiling glass window behind him.

"Save me! Save me!"

The other party burst into tears.

But it doesn't help.

Snapped!

After a muffled sound, the other party smashed the glass and rushed out.

Then, from the 33rd floor, free fall.

"Ahhhh-"

boom!

After the heavy object fell to the ground, there was an instant silence.

Only Goethe chuckled.

And Darwell's roar.

"Kill you!"

With such a roar, Darwell rushed to Goethe and punched him.

Woo!

In the dull fist wind, Darwell's face was ferocious.

The other party actually killed his boss in front of him!

Finished!

Not only did he lose the opportunity to obtain huge wealth!

Moreover, once word spreads, no boss will hire him again!

Goethe must be killed!

Pretend the scene!

Shirk all responsibility!

Darwell, who had thought of everything in an instant, was even more merciless with his fists, pushing harder.

He's going to kill Goethe with one punch!

then……

This fist was firmly held by Goethe in his palm.

Darwell was stunned.

Goethe smiled at the other party, and while shaking his arm vigorously, he said softly——

"Go away!"

Chapter 39 Morning Tea

In the morning, Goethe followed Weier and turned into an alley.

Seeing the familiar architectural style around him, Goethe almost thought he had returned to his hometown.

But upon closer inspection, a difference was immediately discovered.

The buildings here are more 'sharp' and more compact than those back home.

But the 'taste' that comes with it is quite good.

Guangfu Tea House!

Goethe looked at the signboard with red background and gold edging and the cornices with green tiles, and the corners of his mouth could not help but upturned—although it was not, but this similarity was enough to make Goethe feel happy, especially the familiar food inside made Goethe feel sincerely happy .

"One cage each of chicken feet, pork ribs, barbecued pork, and quicksand buns, two cages of shrimp dumplings, a durian crisp, and beef rice rolls. I want Pu'er tea."

Goethe found a corner seat and sat down, glanced at the menu and ordered immediately.

The little brother in antique clothes writes again and again, in triplicate - the white slip is the last to enter the back kitchen, but the handwriting is clearly visible, the green slip is placed on the counter in the middle, waiting for reconciliation, and the red slip is left on top for the guests, implying prosperity .

Especially the ancient costume imitating his hometown gave Goethe the illusion of 'going home' again.

"Modeus, it is indeed you!"

"No! No!"

"Here, you should be called 'Zhao Jingjue'."

Goethe sat there sighing.

When he left 'Sensible Real Estate' last night, Goethe subconsciously searched for the whereabouts of 'Mad King' - with computers and the Internet, such searches became easier.

In fact, just typing the name 'Modeus' brought up a string of entries.

Shatter the void!