Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.
Chapter 650 "Sand Dollar" Punk
The scene became quiet at this moment.
Whether it was the contemptuous taunts of the Oncosaru people or the sharp stops from the unknown species.
At this moment, it felt like my throat was blocked, and I was completely muted.
The human species in front of us, wearing energy suppressors on both hands, smashed Tukalu's sand prison with one punch? !
Is this still a human being?
I'm afraid it's not some parasite that took over the human body!
How could he be taken prisoner? Then what kind of fierce person must be to catch him to be able to do it!
"Sneeze!" Punk, who was a hundred kilometers away, sneezed hard.
He took off his motorcycle helmet and rubbed his nose.
"Someone scolded me?"
Punk said to himself, the appearance of the previous human species subconsciously appeared in his mind, and he shrugged nonchalantly.
"Swear it, scold it."
"It is better to be sent to the bed of a rich woman than to die in the hands of gold diggers."
"You'll thank me."
He whistled, opened the door and entered.
There are two worlds inside and outside the door.
The noise suddenly filled my ears, and there was something going on in the noisy crowd.
Punk pushed through the crowd and came to the bar.
He took out a gold coin and flicked it out.
The young man wearing headphones on the other side raised his hand skillfully and took it.
"Thank you for the spatial fluctuation detector."
Punk spoke.
The young man with headphones put the gold coin in his mouth, bit it, and made an "OK" gesture to him.
In the hands of young people, a device about the size of a handheld computer scans like a radar.
According to the unwritten rules, in this bar, any young man who successfully captures prey will be rewarded with a sand dollar.
This is what he deserves.
"Punk, I've heard all about it. The prey you snatched from the interstellar hyena this time is a human species with fine skin and tender meat!"
The bar owner's wife, who was wearing scantily clad and coquettish clothes, came closer, holding two glasses of orange-yellow liquid drinks in her hands, which looked very similar to low-quality barley wine.
Punk took one of the glasses and drank it in one gulp.
He ignored the boss lady's deliberately lowered neckline and the "accidental" shoulder straps that slipped off.
Stuffed a golden sand dollar into the opponent's gully.
"Here's the money for next month's drinks."
"Oh, you're so disappointed. Add one more sand dollar, and I'll be yours tonight."
The landlady said with a sweet smile.
Punk shrugged helplessly, "I'm not a bad guy, this is not something that can be solved with a sand dollar."
"A philosopher once said that when a woman only asks you for a gold coin and is not greedy, she probably wants more."
After he finished speaking, under the resentful eyes of the landlady, he took another glass of inferior beer and walked to a corner of the bar.
"You should want more, I mean that product." At this time, a drunken drunkard sat opposite him.
"The human species is the favorite of the ladies in the main city. He is worth at least five hundred sand dollars!"
"With this money, you don't have to continue licking blood at the edge of the Uda Desert and snatching food from the mouths of those crazy interstellar hyenas."
"You can buy a house in the main city for one hundred sand dollars, and then spend fifty sand dollars to buy a female, no matter what species she is..."
The drunkard was still chattering, but Punk ignored him. He looked at the noisy and chaotic crowd and silently took a sip of bad barley wine.
"I think he's right."
At this time, a voice sounded from the seat opposite.
When he heard the sound, Punk's first reaction was to turn around and run.
His reaction was quick, but there was a pair of hands pressing on his shoulders faster than him.
"If I were you, I wouldn't make such a hasty move."
"You're right, Ten Sand Dollar Punk."
In the shadows on the opposite side, half of his face appeared in the dim light, that of a handsome young man.
To be precise, it was the human being who he had just given to Tukalu with his own hands!
How he escaped from Tukalu was a stupid question that did not cross Punk's mind.
"Would you like some wine?" Punk sat back down in his seat, smiling and pushing the half-drunk low-quality barley wine to Han Zhan.
Han Zhan shook his head.
He picked up a pile of golden sand coins on the stage, no more, no less, exactly ten.
"Tukalu told me that you have your rules. No matter who asks you to do something, no matter whether it is difficult or simple, you will only accept ten sand dollars."
This is where the nickname "Ten Sand Dollar" Punk comes from.
"I said I raised the price, is that okay?" Punk smiled bitterly, "And the nickname Ten Sand Dollars always sounds like it's insulting to me."
Han Zhan said nothing, but pushed ten sand coins in front of him.
"So, let's start now with a simple question and answer discussion."
"I ask you a question, you can also ask me a question, ask questions in turn, and answer in turn."
Punk looked at the ten sand dollars pushed in front of him, and then glanced at Han Zhan sitting opposite.
The request made by Han Zhan was fair, so fair that it even made him feel a little uneasy.
But he could only sit in his seat, unable to move.
This made Punk understand that he was not qualified to refuse.
"So, first question. Why did you only accept ten sand dollars?"
After Han Zhan finished speaking, he looked up at Punk.
Even the slightest change in expression on the other person's face cannot escape his observation.
Punk was stunned for a while, and after a while, he answered truthfully:
"Because my life is only worth ten sand dollars."
"You can buy me for ten sand dollars, let me do anything, even buy my life."
"Five hundred sand dollars is indeed tempting, but on Yongsha Star and in the Uda Desert, the first consideration should be to survive."
"Just ten sand dollars can help me live longer."
Punk's answer made Han Zhiwei look at him a little sideways.
Everyone has the ability to make a living, but how to restrain oneself, keep oneself awake at all times, and not be confused by desires is another ability.
In this regard, Punk did it, and did it well.
Han Zhan wanted to believe that if Punk had exchanged himself for five hundred sand dollars, then he would definitely not be sitting here, drinking wine leisurely.
As the drunkard just said, five hundred sand dollars is not a small amount.
So, who can not be moved?
After listening to Punk's answer, Han Zhan was more sure that his vision was correct.
The person in front of him might actually be able to tell some of the news he wants to know.
"Then it's my turn to ask."
Once he recognized his position, Punk luckily stopped being coy and asked:
"How did you leave Tukalu? Do you two know each other?"
This is what Punk wants to know most.
Soon, he got what he wanted and heard Han Zhan's answer.
"Kill him and you can leave naturally."
Han Zhan's words eliminated the last trace of luck that Punk held in his heart.
His eyes widened in disbelief, as if he were looking at a prehistoric beast.
"Are you crazy?!"
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