The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

With a slap, Jun Mo Yao slapped the horns in his hand on the counter.

There was blood in the eyes under the mask, looking fiercely at the middle-aged man behind the counter.

He waved in a disgusted tone: Come, come, show me, how many star coins can you pay for the materials on this guy?

The middle-aged man looked at the tenth-order star beast horn on the counter, and his eyes couldn't help but brighten.

Don't worry, little brother, how many star coins you can sell, we also have to check the integrity of the materials in your hand first?

While talking, the middle-aged man didn't idle his hands, and he reached out to pick up the horn.

Unexpectedly, when his hand was about to touch the horn, the other hand pressed on it with a snap.

There was deep distrust in his eyes: You'd better not touch my things until the price is negotiated.

What do you mean little brother?

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand unwillingly, with a stiff smile on his face, Since you sold it to us, how can you ask for a price without letting me see its quality?

Jun Moyao stretched out his feet full of anger, hooked a smart massage chair from the side, and sat down aggressively.

He held the horns in his hand and played with them wantonly.

He said in a frivolous tone: Hehe, those of you who do business are so dark-hearted.

I've heard from my teammates that if you fancy something that you didn't bid on, it's easy for you to store it in your storage equipment and then refuse to accept it.

I have to say that Jun Moyao's makeup change is very professional.

Not only did he change his face and clothes, but even his hands were weather-beaten like those who had been hunting in the interstellar world for many years.

At this moment, he was playing with the horn that exuded a strong murderous aura in his hand, and it seemed that he was not in the slightest disobedience.

You're right.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, Our Hunter's House is the business of the Jin family, how can we do such lowly things?

Being exposed by Jun Moyao's well-known dirty behavior in this industry, the middle-aged man didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Instead, he looked at Jun Moyao sincerely: Since you have teammates, little brother, you should know that in our line of business, the price is clearly marked, and there is no deception.

That's right, you clearly marked the price clearly.

Jun Moyao nodded angrily, Except for precious materials.

After saying that, he suddenly lay down on the counter, stared straight at the middle-aged man, and said in a low voice, Because, you have collected all the good things that are priceless.

Hahaha……

The middle-aged man felt the fighting spirit in Jun Moyao's eyes, and finally felt a little apprehensive in his heart.

With two dry laughs, he moved forward and said in a low voice, I'll give you this number. If you don't mind, we'll make a deal...

Snapped!

Jun Moyao looked at the two fingers he extended, and slapped the horns on the counter again.

The man also jumped up from the massage chair, pointing at the middle-aged man's nose and scolding: You are so stupid, don't you?

You only give all the materials for the tenth-order star beast. How can you send the beggar?

After the words fell, without waiting for the middle-aged man to react, he grabbed the horns, turned around and walked out.

He also scolded angrily: What the hell, Xiong Er, who is supposed to feed star beasts, lied to me again.

For me to make this trip for nothing, I'm really pissed off.

Made, wait, next time I see you a liar, let's see how I deal with you.

While Jun Moyao was swearing and cursing, his long legs were striding fast, for fear of being stopped by someone and it would not end well.

What the hell are you saying that the Hunter's House is for us interstellar hunters, I'll take it!

When he walked to the door, he kicked the fortune-making ornament next to him angrily.