Calamity Crown

"You also believe in those nonsense?"

Contempt appeared on the other party's face.

To be honest, I don't know if it's an illusion, but when the other party looks at him with contempt, Goethe always has a feeling that the value of ridicule is a bit beyond the standard.

As for the nonsense the other party said?

It is an urban legend that belongs to the 'secret realm' in front of us.

Rumor has it that the 'Martial Saint' shattered the void, but left the secret of shattering the void in his blood.

Once this secret is mastered, great power can be gained.

as well as……

Shatter the void.

"Well, I believe, I haven't seen it, so I need to see it for myself-and, if you don't want to be caught, get away or hide."

Goethe said suddenly.

The other party froze for a moment, then picked up the card on the ground and rushed into the bathroom of Goethe's room.

Whoa, whoa!

The shower was turned on.

Water mist clings to the frosted glass.

And Goethe closed the door—

boom!

Kicked away.

A man broke in, and the other party ignored Goethe, his nose twitched, and his eyes were full of doubts.

Then, I saw the 'money wall'.

Immediately, greed appeared in the opponent's eyes, and without any hesitation, he drew out his dagger and rushed towards Goethe.

Immediately after—

A figure was thrown out of the window on the top floor of the hotel, dancing and screaming.

"Ahhhh!"

In the middle of the night, an arc was drawn, and finally there was silence.

Zote, who had just left, came back again.

The member of the safety committee of the '[-]th Unlimited Fighting Competition' looked at Goethe helplessly, sighed, and said——

"The guy you threw down just now is a bounty hunter, he is hunting..."

"'Knight'!"

Chapter 42 Competition!

'Xia Ke'? !

Goethe was taken aback.

"'Xia Ke' is not a single person, but an organization that sprang up from the people after the 'corporate murder incident' 30 years ago. At that time, many boxers, warriors, and fighters chose to join."

"They hanged the managers of some black 'businesses' under the streetlights."

"They're going to distribute the wealth to people in the slums."

"However, this violated the law. Under the joint roundup of the police and many 'enterprises', the 'knights' suffered heavy casualties, and there are less than five of the original 24 'print owners'."

"The 'knights' have turned from light to darkness, and those 'enterprises' have also restrained themselves a lot. They have adjusted their daily working hours to ten hours, with one day off every week, and they have also begun to build hospitals and schools for enterprises."

"24 'Indian masters'?"

Goethe asked questions that interested him.

"Do you know "Xia Ke Xing" by 'Wu Sheng'?"

"The 'Xia Ke' each took a sentence and made a seal."

"People call them 'Indian Lords.'"

Zote replied, and then, involuntarily, hummed softly——

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu hook is frosty and snowy..."

Zote hummed, and the dejected man's eyes lit up.

There is not only a trace of yearning, but also a trace of admiration.

However, it immediately dimmed.

No matter how yearning you are, you have to face reality.

He still wants to live.

His family still has to live.

Quickly adjusted his mood, the safety committee member continued.

"Do not worry!"

"This matter will not affect you!"

"We have complete evidence here, proving that this bounty hunter was thrown down by you for the sake of money——I wish you a sweet dream!"

After speaking, Zote got up and left.

However, when he was at the door, he glanced in the direction of the bathroom and showed Goethe a smile that any man could understand.

The door is closed.

Goethe went to the bathroom.

There was no one in the bathroom.

The vent was open.

The boxy air vents are not big, and only cats can get in.

However, Goethe knew clearly when he thought of the situation where the other party changed his figure.

Picking up the hinge window of the air vent in the bathroom, Goethe raised his hand and pressed it, and controlled [Spirit of the Blood Raven] to carefully clean up some unnecessary traces - because he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

Also because...

'After we leave, they will build schools and hospitals for you, and raise your wages, not because of their conscience, nor because they have become good people, but because we have been here! '

Goethe sighed softly, turned and walked towards the dining table.

There is his supper there.

It was a bit cold, but the taste was good.

Holding a bowl of chicken porridge, Goethe stood in front of the window, overlooking the entire Luteng City, muttering to himself.

"'Xia Ke'?"

……

At ten o'clock in the morning, the car of the Safety Committee of the '[-]th Unlimited Fighting Competition' picked up Goethe on time.

After Goethe picked up a pen and signed his name on the document, he handed the document to Zuote.

"Goethe, from now on, all the 1000 million will go into the prize pool of this boxing match. If you win, you will get 9000 million."

According to the rules, Zote declared.

There is also a video on the side.

"9000w?"

"Not 1:7?"

Goethe was a little surprised.

"It went up again."

"Originally, 'Deming Real Estate' only invited our safety committee to be the referee, but 'Shanke Clothing' and 'Golden Luo Instant Food' sent representatives to ask to participate. This complied with the regulations, and we did not refuse."

"With the participation of the three leading enterprises in various industries in Luteng City, the five major martial arts halls and the four major martial arts schools have also sent representatives."

"Goethe..."

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"I'll try my best to help you."

Zote, who was introducing the bystanders, suddenly lowered his voice and asked.

"I want to eat chicken with pork belly for lunch."

Goethe said.

Zote was taken aback for a moment, he looked at Goethe's serious look, and finally nodded.

"Okay, I invite you."

The face is serious and the expression is serious.

There is no doubt that the member of the safety committee took this as Goethe's last words.

Goethe didn't explain much either.

Instead, he leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Actually?

It is 'peeping'.

……

On an unfinished construction site, with dark skin, high cheekbones and an ordinary figure, Modoge sat cross-legged on a futon, and the representative of 'Deming Real Estate' waited on him carefully.

Not far away were three groups of people standing.

One was wearing a school uniform with an immature face.

One of them was wearing a training uniform, with a strong momentum.

There is also a suit and leather shoes, talking and laughing happily.

"I don't know how many moves that Goethe can last. Last time, Modo Pavilion killed the challenger with only one move. When the autopsy was performed afterwards, the guy's chest was completely cooked."

A man in a suit shook his head in admiration.

"Goethe, I have seen his game."

"Not enough to see."

"It's just one or two tricks at most."

Another man in a suit expressed his opinion.

In this regard, the representatives of the five major martial arts halls wearing training uniforms heard it, but no one objected.

After all, they appeared here only because of the gathering of the three industry leaders in Luteng City.

But among the students, some people expressed different opinions.

"Being able to get rid of the death of relatives and friends in a very short period of time, and defeating Darwell, who is very powerful, is enough to prove that this Mr. Goethe is a person with extremely strong willpower."

"It's impossible for him to lose in one or two strokes."

Wearing a school uniform, the boy with the character '东' on his chest opened his mouth and said.

The other side looks immature and wears glasses, but looks serious.

"What do children know!"

"Darwell is still strong?"

"Facing a boxer from any of our companies, it is impossible to survive three moves!"