The first interstellar commander is an involution maniac

"Boom!"

Two men in black robes fell down, and a steady stream of blood flowed from their thighs and shins, staining the ground red.

"Interesting, you brought a sniper this time." The thin lips under the black gold mask slowly raised, "Young man, I admire your courage."

He clapped his hands.

The black robe slowly retreated to both sides, and a row of mecha giants came up from behind.

Then, there's the second row.

The third row...

As the mecha walked, it brought up countless dust and gravel, and the clicking sounds of its joints and the roar of its engines were mixed together, like a unique and neat symphony.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically.

The corner of Luo Cun's mouth twitched: "To catch a few of us little shrimps, is it necessary to use a mecha team?"

"Shh," Black Gold Mask flipped up his long hair, his tone slightly excited, "You should feel honored, the mecha guards in the black market have not been used for a long time."

"What should I do?" Wei He's voice dropped.

Qiu Sheng's forehead was sweating: "Have you stabbed the black market's lair before!?"

Huo An's hand silently touched his left wrist, and the unique cold and hard feeling of the inhibition ring came from his fingertips.

A hand suddenly pressed on his hand.

The palms are dry, the fingertips are white, and the neatly manicured nails show a light pink color, which looks...

cute.

This word suddenly popped into my head.

Luo Cun looked at the black gold mask and said calmly: "Let's talk."

"Oh? What do you want to talk about?"

The black gold ghost mask stretched out his hand, and a black robe immediately held up a throne, and he lay back.

There is a sense of having everything under control.

"Holy shit, this can't be a seat made of Nari alloy?! What kind of golden ass is this?" Qiu Sheng exclaimed, "Is he the boss of the black market?"

"I'll only talk to your boss." Luo Cun stared at him.

The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "That's interesting, how do you know I'm not the boss here?"

"No comment."

He lifted his hair and revealed half of his face, which was as beautiful as a fake face: "I'm in a good mood today. I'll give you a chance. Either we talk now or..."

"Go to hell!"

The mecha guards all stepped forward, with full pressure.

Luo Cun: "There are loopholes in your ring betting method. Someone can make money here."

The man hooked his fingers, and immediately someone in black robe respectfully lit a cigarette for him: "Are you talking about the billions you've stolen from the ring?"

Luo Cun was stunned, it turned out that they had been discovered a long time ago!

"Have you never thought about why you are being hunted?" The man held a cigarette in one hand. "In a normal competition, winning money is your ability. Doing fake punches on the black market? You are not timid."

"Hehehe~" Luo Cun suddenly laughed.

The tense and suffocating atmosphere between both parties was somewhat diluted.

She said calmly: "I asked why the black market suddenly went into war. It turned out to be because of this...'Luan Fusheng' is a killing team, and we don't want to kill people. Isn't it normal to admit defeat?"

"You bet in advance, and you bet on the other party."

The hair on Wei He's back stood up. The black market was so tightly controlled?

They even know that they place bets in advance!

Luo Cun's expression didn't move: "Smart people will judge the situation. To win Luan Fusheng, the price to pay is too high. We have to fight another battle. It's not worth it."

She suddenly sneered, "The Black Market, if you can't stand this opportunistic way of making money, you shouldn't have a group match."

The man flicked the cigarette, and the sparks were clearly extinguished in the darkness: "Sharp teeth."

Negotiations broke down.

"frame--"

It's the sound of bullets being loaded!

The mecha guards are ready to take action!

"I spent tens of billions on the black market last year, and now I am still being hunted for making some money with my strength?" Luo Cun showed amazing calmness. "Besides, what benefit will killing us do to you? How about trying to cooperate?" "

"Interesting, really interesting," the man tilted his head and looked at her, "What do you want to cooperate with?"

"The black market is just for making money. When I say cooperation, I naturally mean making money together."

"I like everything that makes money, tell me." The man clapped his hands, and the mecha guards all retreated behind him.

"Fuck fuck fuck...I was scared to death just now."

Qiu Sheng released the trigger and squeezed his hand, which was numb from too much tension.

Luo Cun walked towards the man, his momentum not weak at all: "On the negative nine floor, you will be the banker, and we will be the thugs. The profit will be 50-50."

"Fifty-fifty?" The man touched his mask and seemed to be thinking, "Seven of us and three of you, life or death."

He didn't refuse the goon's offer.

In other words, there have always been thugs in the black market, and they have been making profits by controlling winning and losing!

The suspicion in his heart was confirmed, and Luo Cun was no longer anxious: "50-50, we will make the black market make a lot of money."

Perhaps recalling her methods of provoking people, building momentum, and getting money, Black Gold Mask took a rare step back: "Sixty-four points, this is the bottom line."

"Okay." Luo Cun said, "But you will be responsible for the materials for mecha repair."

The black gold mecha threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, sneering: "Deal, I hope you can survive until the moment you can use the materials."

He waved.

The mecha guards retreated in an orderly manner.

A man in black robe stepped forward and pointed the teleporter at them. Blue light flashed and several people were teleported directly to the Colosseum.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Luo Cun raised his head and looked around. This was a huge arena. The audience was packed with people. They were excited and shouting wildly.

After seeing clearly the figures of Luo Cun and others, a loud "boo" sounded from the scene.

A man in black robe walked out of the passage. The robe he wore was not an ordinary style. The sleeves and edges were embroidered with golden totems.

Unlike other black robes that covered his entire body, he had a black gold mask on his face.

At the sight of him, the crowd cheered.

"Kamen! Kamen! Kamen!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Mask walked to the center of the ring, raised his hands high, and the whole audience erupted into a higher level of screaming.

Qiu Sheng clicked his tongue and said, "There are still idols on the black market?"

Wei He: "His face is so fake."

At this time, Mask slowly tightened his fists, the audience's voices gradually lowered, and the originally lively place gradually became quiet.

He pointed at the people in front of him and said: "This is our carefully selected prey. What they are about to fight is the A-level king, the Yellow Earthworm King Beast!"

The auditorium erupted into even louder screams.

Qiu Sheng looked puzzled: "What does he mean? Does he regard us as prey?"

"This is the Colosseum. Whether you are a hunter or a prey depends on your strength." Luo Cun looked at the environment around the arena. There was almost no place to hide here.

Wei He sneered coldly: "It's an A-level king beast that takes action. He really thinks highly of us."

At this moment, the wall outside the arena gradually became transparent.

An earth-yellow star beast is hovering inside. It can be seen that its torso is very long, stacked on top of each other, and the hard scales on the surface reflect the cold light.

"This is the king beast among the yellow earthworms." Huo An said, "Be careful."

At this moment, a beam of light suddenly fell from the sky.

Luo Cun and others were all stunned.