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"Fight? Who fights with whom?"

The rabbit "girl" was wiping the wound on her face when she heard this and raised her head.

"What's going on, please explain clearly!"

"Hu-hu-"

The companion took two deep breaths.

"Those two guys, they made weird stuff."

He thought about it, and felt that his description was not quite right, so he added another sentence.

"They made a lot of pies, and they were booked by a wastelander. The wastelander ate all the pies, and a group of people surrounded him and asked him if he was okay. I think the two parties are about to fight."

"Do it?"

Rabbit "girl" sneered.

"Is it a fool? The dungeon rule is that players cannot resist NPCs. No matter how tyrannical you are outside the dungeon, you have to lie on your stomach in the wasteland city!"

"Why did they do it? How many points did NO.17 score?"

The companion thought about it.

"6 points."

"The wasteland man who booked the venue is also very interesting. I thought he liked it very much, but he gave it six points."

"Six points?"

The rabbit "girl" frowned slightly.

The current average score of Yihaodian is 4.6, ranking third, and the No.2 blonde girl got 4.7.

The one with the highest score is still the boss of Chapter 2, leading by [-] points.However, these shops of theirs only receive individual customers one after another, but I have never heard of anyone booking a place.

If you really don't like it, why bother to buy all the food?

If you really like it, why only give it 6 points?

Those two boys are really weird...

When-when-when-when-when-when-when-

At this time, the clock struck midnight.

The shaky figure of the Bamboo Consul appeared at the intersection, waving his Civilization Staff in his hand.

"It's time, time is up!"

"Ratings will start soon, you inferior people, are you ready?"

His voice was high-pitched and thin, and it was very penetrating even in the crowd, and soon completely quieted down the lively food street.

The bamboo pole man coughed lightly, and straightened his huge bow tie.

As the consul of the underground city, although he is not very powerful, his status is still higher than that of ordinary waste soil workers, and majesty and reputation are still important.

"Today is the first day of the Steam Festival. Are you inferior people working hard? I will stuff the lazy guy into the big melting pot and contribute a little steam energy to Wasteland City!"

As he walked, he chanted, swinging the crutch in his hand here and there, and hitting the players from time to time, several of them were bruised and swollen by him.

"Bastard bastard bastard! What are you doing so stupidly, take out your achievements and let me taste it!"

All the players were afraid of being ignited by him, and tremblingly presented their works.

The man with the bamboo pole looked picky, and twisted it condescendingly, and then flew into a rage.

"Bah bah! Are you humiliating me, my lord, by using expired flour?"

He hit the player on the shoulder with a stick, knocking him into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The man who was beaten was a male player from the No. [-] store. He spat out two mouthfuls of blood, one arm was twisted at a strange angle, and he struggled twice without getting up.

His companion was terrified, afraid of being angered, he shrank aside and did not dare to approach.

Fortunately, the bamboo pole man didn't really want to kill people, so he changed to another one after the seizure. He tried all the shops from No. 1 to No. 10, but none of them were satisfactory, and the player's body was somewhat damaged.

"Hmph, you're an opportunist who knows how to use festival ingredients."

"However, today is not the day to eat snakes. If you are so careless, you still want to get away with it, rubbish!"

"What kind of smell is this? Is it shit? Do you have no sense of taste, or do you think noble wasteland citizens have never seen food?!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...it's molasses. I like molasses sir..."

The man with a bamboo pole dug out a piece of bread, and nodded slightly under Boss Zhang's trembling eyes.

"Although you also used junk ingredients, for the sake of molasses, I am willing to forgive you for your mistake this time, sir."

Hearing what he said, Boss Zhang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His wig was drenched in cold sweat. Although he knew that this world was evil before, but he had never encountered it in the previous dungeon like today.

Fortunately, the master gave a strategy and told them to choose this house with beehives as soon as they came in.

People in Wasteland City like sweetness, as long as they put some honey, even if they can't find the required ingredients, they can rely on sweetness to get by, and they will never be eliminated.

When I didn't come in, I thought it was just a formality, but looking at it now, it was a catastrophe!

The master said that he had a turning point in this catastrophe, and if he worked well, he could eliminate the enemies who blocked his way of making money.How can he still be in the mood to care about his enemies now, he just wants to live safely for seven days and get over this catastrophe!

He still has his beautiful wife who has just been married less than two months waiting at home!

The consul was not satisfied.

The inferior people who came here recently are getting more and more lazy. The menu has been announced for so long, but no one has prepared a meal that satisfies him!

Although these inferior people were eliminated at the bottom, the warm-up effect of the steam festival was not good as a whole, and he, the governor of the dungeon city, was also dishonored.

Not to mention that after seven days, the city lord will come to the ceremony in person!

The last shop left.

The man with the bamboo pole had a sullen face, and his tone became more and more painful as he spoke.

"There were some who scored 7 points in the past few times. If nothing else, the attitude should be at least attentive."

"What are you guys? Are you perfunctory to me? Looks like I'm going to increase your punishment!"

When the bamboo pole man arrived, Titi was frantically stuffing the last piece of mille-feuille pie into his mouth.

He was just an ordinary miner, his status was not as noble as that of the man with a bamboo pole, so he hurriedly got up to make way for him.

"Six points."

Seeing the sign at the door, the bamboo pole man lost interest in an instant.

"It's only six points, what are you doing here? What a bumpkin who has never seen the world!"

He is the manager of the underground city and belongs to the wasteland bureaucracy.Except for the gentleman with the top hat, the other wastelanders obediently gave way.

"Good evening, Governor Ganus."

The top hat nodded at him.

The bamboo pole man Ganas seemed very surprised, and nodded a little bluntly.

"Good evening, Mr. Asted."

The relationship between the two was very delicate. After greeting each other politely, they each looked away.

Ganas, the bamboo pole man, tapped the ground with his civilized staff.

"Where are the things? Hurry up and let me taste the master?"

Qin Lu poked his head out from behind Xi Ren.

"I'm sorry, my lord consul, this store is completely sold out today."

He knew that his combat strength was not enough, so he didn't dare to move forward too much.I'm afraid that if this bamboo man is not happy, he will have to be recycled by the system.

Ganas froze for a second.

"sold out?"

He scowled.

"How is this possible?! Are you deceiving the consul?!"

Since he became the manager of the underground city, there has never been a single steam festival where the food has been eaten up.

These scumbags are too dumb to make things that the citizens of the wasteland really like.

The only store with a score of 7 in the history of records, but because of the use of the right materials, and the fact that other stores in the same batch are too rubbish, it is set off particularly brilliantly.

It's just a six, is it possible?

He was suspicious, and pointed at Qin Lu's nose with his civilized staff.

"How many servings are you serving, are you cutting corners?"

"No, no," Qin Lu shook his head quickly.

"You can check our sales records, every score is there, we definitely did enough."

Ganas didn't believe it, so he went to check the sales records of the NO.17 store.

As a result, he saw Yishui's 6 points, and he frowned.

"They're all 6 points...why are they so neat?"

"Because it's all scored by one person."

The gentleman in the top hat suddenly spoke.

He pointed to Titi.

"This store is reserved by him tonight, so he naturally has the right to decide the score."

Oh, charter.

The consul showed a suddenly realized expression, and then looked at Qin Lu and Xi Ren, with a little more meaning in his eyes.

In the past, it was not uncommon for some wastelands to covet the beauty of inferior people, and would pay them to score them.

After all, these inferior people have a good skin, whether it is temperature or feel, even the most advanced bionic skin can't match it. This is what the wastelanders who live underground all year round desire most.

But this novelty will not last for a long time. Usually, it will be thrown away the next day. After all, inferior people are too fragile and will die if they are not careful. No one will spend too many tokens for toys.

"Good luck."

The bamboo pole man turned around in the faces of the two, then nodded.

"Take it easy, I'm still counting on them to work tomorrow."

The top hat knew that he had misunderstood, but he didn't say anything to point it out.

If Ganas knows about the food that can make wastelanders generate steam, it won't take long for them to requisition it for various reasons, so as not to let others get their hands on it.

Although they are all wasteland nobles, the nobles are not monolithic.

For example, the consul Ganas and the top hat gentleman Asteide belonged to different camps, and the two factions would fight for their interests from time to time, and it was not uncommon for them to tear their faces apart.

According to the law of the wasteland city, the inferior people who appear in the underground city are theoretically under the management of the Ganus archon, except during the steam festival.The Steam Celebration belongs to the people of the whole wasteland, which is the law of the melting pot that even the city lord of the wasteland cannot resist.

However, temporary freedom does not mean eternal freedom. Once the abilities of the two inferior people are exposed, no one can guarantee that the city lord will not intervene. It is better to stabilize the state of balance on the surface and plot secretly, maybe you can fish in troubled waters.

Therefore, in the face of this shocking benefit, every wastelander present chose to close their eyes, acquiescing to the misunderstanding of the Ganas Consul.

The bamboo pole man, who was unaware, didn't notice anything unusual. He glanced at the 6-point light sign without much interest, turned around and walked towards the street entrance.

A few minutes later, his shrill voice sounded in everyone's ears again.

"Who has the lowest score? Which slacker is it?!"

"It's time for the verdict, Master Ganas is going to throw him into the melting pot!"