Chapter 316 Ten Combinations

"Five million?"

Hearing this number, Nushi was slightly stunned.

In this Colosseum, he played a game, and after winning, he would make about 100,000 or 200,000 per game. Sometimes he could not even play ten games a month. Five million was almost three months' income.

At this time point, these five million were very important.

"Yes." Without hesitation for long, Nushi took the card, opened the curtain, and walked towards the Colosseum.

The butler smiled and just watched Nushi go away, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"What's the use of being able to fight? In this era, if you want to get involved, you must have brains and background."

"Relying on brute force, you can only earn hard-earned money, the money that others have left."

Thinking of something, he spoke, his eyes moved to the other thugs in front of him, his eyes turned, and he coughed twice.

The two coughs attracted the attention of these thugs, and they all looked at the butler. When they saw him rubbing his fingers, many of them turned black.

That means paying "share money" every month. The income of the thugs is linked to the number of appearances, and the number of appearances is determined by the manager. How it is determined depends on how much the share money is.

"I'm going to collect money again for skinning this week." A thug cursed in a low voice, but he could only smile helplessly and hand over the card.

The big man who talked with the angry lion before was also among this group of people. He was also helpless, but he could only pay the money.

The contracted thugs earn a lot, but every month they pay the manager at least 200,000 or 300,000. With dozens of thugs, the manager must spend tens of millions of dollars on share money every month.

"Butler, my 200,000."

"I have 300,000. Please take care of me this month."

"I earn a little less. I only have 100,000 spare money this month. Please bear with me, Governor."

"..."

And the butler naturally collected the money for the membership fee. He held a pile of cards and listened to the compliments of many thugs. He did not raise his eyes to look at these thugs. He just collected all the cards, piled them on the table, put them in his pocket like paper, and waved away.

Occasionally, there would be a thug who was a little resentful, but most of the thugs seemed to be used to it. They just grumbled a few words. Some of them were still comparing or regretting how much they paid this month.

There were dozens of thugs, but no one seemed to remember to ask why they had to pay and why they had to pay.

...

In the Colosseum, Ye Fan waited quietly. At this moment, the number of spectators in the stands surged. Perhaps they heard that the Minister of Military Affairs had stepped down in person, and many people were very interested.

Of course, Feng Xing was a little worried in the crowd. To be honest, he was not as strong-willed as Guo Jin. The two sides were not of the same size. He was just afraid of being angered by the big shots, and even wanted to please the other party to protect the Iron Wall City.

"It's all done. The angry lion has received the money." Soon, the chief of the thugs arrived and gave Feng Xing a reassurance.

Feng Xing breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the angry lion also entered the field.

The host's voice sounded at the right time, and all of a sudden, everyone's attention was focused on the field.

"God." In the field, Nushi also came to the opposite side of Ye Fan. Looking at Ye Fan wearing iron armor, knowing that he was an important person, he still politely bowed his hands, "Nushi is polite."

"Okay." Ye Fan did not say much, just waved his hand, "I want to fight you, if you win, follow me."

"Hmm?" Hearing this, Nushi was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Bishan City is a city he is quite familiar with. After graduating from college, he also made money here for a few years. He worked with Nushi, met Guo Jin, and knew Feng Xing.

The reason for choosing to take Bishan City is mostly because he knows the place well. Nushi has a good temper, but he was always delayed because of his sister who was ill for a long time and the problem of bloodline. Later, there was no news after the chaos, and later it was learned that he had died in a foreign land.

I think this person is not bad, a man of affection and talent, so I made a special trip to visit.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan went straight to the point and lowered his voice, "I want to conquer Nanchuan and need some help."

"Conquer Nanchuan?" This surprised Nushi, "God, what do you mean by this?"

"It's a long story, and I can't explain it to you in a few words. Just follow me first." Ye Fan said.

"That won't work. I can't rely on others, and I have something else to do at this time..." Nushi shook his head decisively and was about to refuse, but Ye Fan interrupted Nushi.

"You come and help me, and I will help you cure your sister."

"How does God know about my sister?" Angry Lion was startled again, and at this moment, he suddenly realized something was wrong, "Do you know me?"

"I know, I have investigated you specifically." Ye Fan nodded and said seriously: "Your bloodline comes from the ancient relic species, a one-horned relic species, and your bloodline has reached a bottleneck, so you have been stuck for many years and cannot break through the gold."

"I have a way to help you break through the bloodline bottleneck, and I also have a way to save your sister. Don't you think that one day you can save your sister and do great things with peace of mind? Now this opportunity has come."

This series of words made Angry Lion hesitate, looking at Ye Fan, for a moment, he was somewhat shocked by this sudden information.

"Isn't this condition enough to tempt you?" Ye Fan said.

"That's enough." Angry Lion replied hesitantly, "But how can I trust you? I have tried every possible way to solve my sister's illness and my bloodline problem. I have spent ten years without any solution. You want me to work for you without any evidence, and do such a treasonous thing. I can't believe it..."

"That's why I said we should fight." Ye Fan replied, looking at Angry Lion, but raised his hand, "I will knock you down within ten rounds, can you believe it?"

"Ten rounds?" This immediately made the long-victorious Angry Lion a little angry, "In the gold level, there are very few people who can beat me. God said that he can beat me in ten rounds, which is too confident."

"What if I win?" Ye Fan just smiled.

"I will believe it if you win." Angry Lion gritted his teeth, "If God is such a proud person, there is nothing to deceive me."

"You can save my sister and untie my bloodline. You can be regarded as my benefactor who reborn me. I can accept it if you let me work hard."

"Okay, talking to warriors is always simple."

Hearing this, Ye Fan got a satisfactory answer. He did not pause for too long. He just bowed his hands, waited for Angry Lion to stand still, and suddenly pulled out the black sword.

"Sword drawing style."

Boom.

The air exploded when the sword came, and Angry Lion, who was not so nervous at first, almost instinctively raised his hair and raised his fist to meet it.

Boom!

This hit, Angry Lion's sleeves exploded instantly, and the huge force hit him, directly shattering a large area of ​​the floor of the Colosseum.

"What a terrifying power." Angry Lion said, with shock in his eyes. Just when he was about to get up, Ye Fan raised the black sword again.

The angry lion had no way to avoid it and could only take it head-on. With another bang, he sank into the floor under his feet.

Boom, boom, boom.

Ye Fan's attack did not stop. He attacked with one sword after another, like a pile driver. The angry lion had no chance to fight back and could only take it head-on. He was smashed into the mud one by one.

He was obviously a little confused, but he was much more relaxed.

This kind of attack could not hurt him at all, but could only suppress him, which aroused a little bit of his competitive spirit.

"Six, seven, eight, nine..."

Counting the numbers silently, the angry lion smiled as he saw the last sword coming. He was about to speak, but when he looked up, he found that this time, the next sword was completely different, and a terrifying sense of oppression came over him.

"Sword Style: Final Sound."

The voice slowly sounded, and energy condensed on the black sword. In just a few breaths, a small mountain condensed in the field.

Everyone was shocked and there was an uproar. At this moment, the angry lion facing Ye Fan looked at the sword that suddenly attacked him, and his mind went blank. At the last moment, a thought flashed through his mind.

"He, raised a mountain to attack me???"