When it came to the You Kexin Auction, the subtle changes in Law's eyes did not escape Culolo's eyes.
"It seems that you know about the You Kexin Auction."
Ku Luoluo slowly got up and gently placed the fragrant teacup on the windowsill. He then picked up the book, turned around, and walked to one of the bookcases in the room, putting the book back in its original position.
"You mean, the only channel for the elders to get the collection is the You Kexin Auction?" Law looked down at the brown liquid in the mug.
Ku Luoluo, with his back to Law, looked up at the neatly arranged books on the bookcase and said, "Yes, every year near September, many leaders of the mafia forces will more or less have security requirements before going to the You Kexin Auction because they have too many enemies."
"If there is a need, there will be a transaction. The elders provide security personnel to protect the safety of the people who need it and get corresponding benefits from the people who need it."
"Because the Elder's interest is in collectibles, his customers are basically going to the You Kexin Auction for antiques and treasures. The Elder's interest is to get a collector's item from his customers."
"It's only the end of April now, and the elders will have a new collection until the end of the You Kexin Auction in September."
Culolo's words directly declared that Law's method of accumulating wealth would not work.
Law understood and rubbed his forehead, slightly worried.
At this time, Culolo continued: "Since you mentioned the You Kexin Auction, I will tell you another piece of information by the way. You will be one of the security personnel at the You Kexin Auction in September this year."
Security personnel, in fact, is a personal bodyguard.
Law was stunned. Culolo's words were not a guess, but a conclusion in a positive tone.
"What if I refuse?" Law asked in a tentative tone.
Culolo heard the words and smiled. Because he was back to Law, Law did not see it.
"You can refuse, but the elders will take off the dog's collar. The dog I mean is not the one in the basement."
Law understood and sighed: "It's troublesome enough."
Culolo didn't say anything else. Instead, he stretched out his index finger and slid it across the neatly arranged books one by one, as if he was choosing the next one to read.
You Kexin Auction was the stage where the Phantom Troupe would appear more than ten years later. In Law's impression, it could be condensed into four words: a massacre!
The people who died were basically gang members. This incident had nothing to do with him, and it happened more than ten years later.
However, from his scattered memories, the task of protecting a certain gang leader as a bodyguard was not a good one. A life and death battle was definitely not a problem.
Not to mention the possibility of encountering similarly hired telekinesis users, even the guns owned by the gangs could kill people whose telekinesis was not strong enough.
If what Culolo said was true, and he was appointed as one of the security members by the elders, then he would have to train his telekinesis to the point where he could withstand bullets within a few months.
Regarding this task, Law was not very resistant. After all, he could come into contact with collections, and maybe he could encounter special collections to strengthen himself.
Thinking of this, Law shook his head, looked at Culolo's back, and asked: "Let's not talk about this first. Is there any other way to get money?"
Ku Luoluo's fingers suddenly stopped moving. He knew that Law was determined to get the money and then help Machi and the others recover better.
The three million rings he paid for Machi was the maximum help he could do. After that, there was nothing he could do, and he didn't want to find a way for Machi.
The law of survival was rooted in the head of any of them, and they didn't need to be taught what to do next.
However, Law, who had just come into contact with Meteor Street, was different from them, so Culolo knew that Law would not leave Machi and the others to fend for themselves in any case.
Culolo was silent for a moment and said lightly: "There are countless ways to make money as long as you want. The difference is the speed."
Law scratched his head and said seriously: "If you speak normally, I will be very grateful to you."
Hearing what Law said, Culolo didn't care. He pulled out the book he touched with his fingertips and said: "The fastest way, of course, is … Plunder."
"Plunder …" Law raised his eyebrows.
Culolo looked back at Law and said: "Cook's net worth is good. I can tell you the address. With your strength, Cook's brothers should not be able to do anything to you."
This was a rather rude suggestion.
Law hesitated for a moment.
Although he killed Cook, Cook's cruel and cold posture was still deeply engraved in his mind. Even if he was cut to pieces, it was not enough. Now he wanted to plunder his money.
To be honest, Law actually hates trouble, but Culolo's suggestion seems to be the fastest way to make money.
"Culolo, in fact, I have a proposal. I don't know if you are interested." Suppressing the restless thoughts in his heart, Law came up with the idea of opening a restaurant.
"Tell me about it." Culolo walked to the chair by the window, curious about Law's proposal.
Law said excitedly: "How about you fund, I contribute, and open a restaurant in Meteor Street?"
.....
Thirty minutes later, Law stood in front of a house with a melancholy face. This was Cook's old nest, so he finally came to rob money. As for the plan to open a restaurant …
"Why don't they believe me? There are no competitors, plus my cooking skills, opening a restaurant will definitely be a hot business. "
Law sighed and remembered Culolo's incredible look thirty minutes ago.
Can you imagine?
A person who only smiles faintly, as if he would not cause waves for anything, showed such an expression. Even if there was no following sentence of "not interested", that expression was the most complete rejection.
Since the plan to open a restaurant has failed, he can only come to rob money.
What he wants to rob is Cook's wealth. Law is not guilty at all. After asking some concerns, he went directly to Cook's old nest.
As long as he doesn't kill people in Meteor Street, the Council of Elders will not care. Although Culolo didn't say that he could hurt people, Law didn't need to ask in detail. It just so happened that his Telekinesis didn't need to hurt people.
If Cook's brothers were weak enough, there would be no need to use Telekinesis at all.
Law walked to the door of the house, reached out and knocked on the door politely.
A moment later, the door was violently opened, and a strong man looked down at Law coldly. Without asking why he came, he said directly: "Do you want to die?"
Law looked up at the strong man, who was conservatively estimated to be nearly two meters tall, and shook his head: "No."
The strong man's face was cold, and he raised his strong arm, looking like he was going to start immediately.
"Wait a minute." Law reached out and made a stop gesture.
The strong man didn't know which nerve was pulled, and he really stopped.
"Do you know what I want to do?" Law asked.
The strong man kept his arm raised and shook his head.
"Oh, I'm here to rob money."
Before his voice fell, Law condensed a small amount of Qi on his feet, and then kicked the strong man directly into the house, and suddenly there was a mess.
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