Two large black hands grabbed towards Yang Xuan, their momentum swift and fierce, their strength capable of splitting gold and splitting stone.
These two were both in the Human Level. If they were compared to ordinary people, they would be considered experts.
On the other hand, the strength that Yang Xuan had displayed was merely at the threshold of the Human stage. Therefore, the two of them were very confident when they made their move, so much so that the image of Yang Xuan kneeling and begging for mercy appeared in their minds.
Unfortunately, things did not go as they wished. When their arms were twisted and broken, the first thing they felt was not pain, but astonishment.
That feeling was like you were certain that you would score more than 90 points, but when the paper was handed out, you realized that you only scored 58 points, which was not even the passing mark.
After the astonishment, the pain came like a tide.
"Ah … Ah …" The two opened their mouths and kept gasping. They held their broken arms and sweated profusely.
Fatso, who was behind the desk, had a strange look in his eyes. He suddenly smiled and said, "Good, good, good. You guys can leave first."
The two unlucky guys with broken arms did not even dare to say a word. They went back to where they came from.
After they had left, the fatty stood up, his mountain-like body swaying as he walked over to Yang Xuan and asked in an indifferent voice, "How should I address you?"
"Lang Yao!" Yang Xuan replied.
"Your surname is Lang. Aristocrat!" Fatso shook his head and sighed, "It seems that you are also a God's Sacrifice. You should know about the agreement between the Heiyun people and Sirius. Why did you violate the agreement and meddle in our affairs?"
Agreement?
A faint doubt surfaced in Yang Xuan's eyes.
He really did not know about the agreement.
But now that he was a Sirius aristocrat, he naturally could not say that he did not know. So he just smiled and pretended to be profound.
Fatso did not doubt him and shook his head. "The Dark Cloud and Sky Wolf clans have always looked out for each other. Although we are not of the same origin, we are still as close as brothers. Since your surname is Wolf, I have to give you face. How about this? You can take back your 10 billion, and I'll give you another 10 billion as an apology for breaking our promise. What do you think? "
Fatso's change from arrogance to deference also piqued Yang Xuan's curiosity.
Generally speaking, according to the established script, shouldn't Fatso come out personally, or call other experts, and then let Yang Xuan slap their faces one by one? But why did he change his attitude after letting two good-for-nothings test it out?
Was it just because his surname was Wolf?
But that didn't make sense.
Actually, Yang Xuan didn't care about the money. What he cared about was Di Lingxiao's safety and the power they used to change people's bodies in the deathmatch.
"Alright, Boss is generous." Yang Xuan nodded, indicating that he agreed with Fatso's words.
Fatso saw that Yang Xuan agreed and couldn't help but smile. "My name is Fatso Yun. Everyone calls me Fatso Yun. If you don't mind, let's be friends."
"Sure!" Yang Xuan said politely.
Fatso Yun took out a card from the safe behind his desk and handed it to Yang Xuan. "20 billion, an anonymous card used by the Alliance Bank. Take a look."
Yang Xuan didn't look at it at all. He threw it into his storage ring and got up to say goodbye. "Boss Yun, goodbye."
"Come and play when you have time," Fatso Yun said with a smile.
After Yang Xuan left, a tall and thin man walked out from another secret door in the room.
"Why did you let him go?" The tall and thin man asked Fatso coldly.
Unexpectedly, Fatso didn't answer him immediately. Instead, he made a shushing gesture and listened attentively.
After a while, he let out a sigh of relief. He turned his head and sneered. "I let him go? He's the one who let us go. "
The tall and thin man was stunned. "Why do you say that?"
Fatso returned to his desk and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking a few mouthfuls, he said, "Why don't you think about how strange today's events are?"
The tall and thin man pondered for a while and shook his head to show that he didn't know.
"Hmph, do you really not know the level of Broken Arm and Scorpion?"
The tall and thin man pondered again and his expression changed slightly.
"If it's a normal level, even two Broken Arms, no, even ten Broken Arms added together wouldn't be a match for Scorpion. But why did he win today?" Fatso said.
The tall and thin man repeated, "Why?"
"Think about it again. Why was Lang Yao the only one who bet on Broken Arm among the nearly 40,000 people present?"
The tall and thin man finally understood and said in shock, "You're saying … Lang Yao helped Broken Arm? But the Deathmatch Cage is huge … "
At this point, his body suddenly shook violently. His eyes widened, and his face was filled with shock and disbelief.
"Wow." Fatso patted his thigh. "After thinking about it, this is the only possibility."
The tall and thin man panted heavily. He still didn't believe it, so he asked again, "Then why … Why did you send someone to test him? What if …?"
When he thought about that possibility, he was filled with lingering fear.
"What's our cultivation bases?" Fatso asked.
"We're both Rulers," the tall and thin man answered without hesitation.
"Did you sense it when Lang Yao attacked?" Fatso sneered.
The tall and thin man's body shook again. After a long while, he slowly nodded and did not say anything else.
After a long while, he said, "If that's the case, why did you still dare to bargain with him?"
"Since he hid his identity, he naturally didn't want others to know. I only did this to tell him that we didn't know anything."
…
Yang Xuan, who had long been away from this place, revealed a bitter smile.
Indeed, one could not judge a book by its cover. The sea could not be measured with a pint pot.
A little Ruler could think so much in such a short time. He was indeed a genius.
Nonetheless, it did not matter. Scheming and scheming were not his strong suit. As the saying went, a strong man could defeat 10 skilled men. So what if his identity was exposed? At most, he would turn the world upside down.
When he returned to Sister Hua's hotel, Seine, Xue Fei, and the others had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Yang Xuan return, they heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "How was it? How was it?"
Yang Xuan knew what they were asking. He nodded and shook his head.
"Oh, you made me so anxious." Seine could not help but shout, "Did you honor the bet?"
Yang Xuan said, "One-tenth of it was honored."
Seine counted with his fingers and exclaimed, "One-tenth … 10 billion. F * ck, they really gave it to you?"
Sister Hua, who was at the side, had a strange light in her eyes. She could not help but size up Yang Xuan.
After a while, this matter came to an end.
10 billion was a lot, but it was his money. Although everyone was jealous, they could not say anything. They just laughed and asked Yang Xuan to treat them.
Of course, this was not a problem. Yang Xuan agreed immediately.
When night fell, Seine, who lived in the same room as Yang Xuan, tossed and turned. He could not fall asleep. He suddenly sat up and said to Yang Xuan, "Why don't we go back?"
Yang Xuan was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I heard from Xue Fei that the boss behind the Underground Arena is a certain emperor of the Heiyun people. We can't afford to offend such a person," Seine said worriedly.
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