"Great Emperor, I can guarantee that getting the armor to increase your strength will only account for 30%, no, 40%. The other 60% is for the sake of the alliance."

"Me too. Although I can convince myself, I will not hide my true heart. I will wear the strongest armor and make the three major territories pay the price with my fists!"

"Okay, then it's up to you two to negotiate with the God of War and complete this deal."

"What?"

Siming was stunned for a moment and looked at the others around him in disbelief.

Duer, who was covered in muscles, was also confused, and the two stared at each other in stunned silence.

Why don't those people with no selfish motives handle the transactions?

Instead, they let two people with selfish motives take responsibility. What are they doing?!

"It's not unreasonable for him to name himself God of War and negotiate terms so directly."

"Since you two like strength, it would be a good idea to communicate with him."

Dongji was the first to react and explained with a smile.

He repeatedly praised: "The emperor has indeed thought carefully. Such a reckless man should be allowed to communicate with others."

"Let us go there, but we will have to negotiate with him. It's not beautiful, it's not beautiful."

This explanation left Si Ming and Du E speechless.

Although these words are beautifully said, it still sounds like scolding them for being brainless.

But the God of War is so strong, so doesn’t he have no brains?

By analogy, the two of them felt much better instantly.

As long as they have that powerful armor, they will accept it even if they are scolded as brainless fools!

"You can set off now to negotiate with him face to face, or you can negotiate with him on the terminal."

"I'll give you three months. No matter what conditions he offers, this transaction needs to be carried out in the base."

"Could it be that, Emperor, we want to hand over all the technology of the terminal?"

"certainly."

With a flick of the brush, the emperor's eyes flashed, and his tone was decisive.

"Since the God of War dares to trade with us, as long as he is willing to come up with the real design, there is no reason for us to hide it."

"I would like to see how he reacts when he knows the truth about the terminal?"

"Or maybe he has a solution?"

Looking at the top of the river and mountains.

The rising sun quietly crept out of the sky, casting warm sunlight along the banks of the Longlin River.

Relying on the biological clock he had developed over a long period of time, Zhou Xun slowly sat up from the bed and subconsciously touched his side, preparing to grab a weapon.

But the next moment, he suddenly reacted and grinned.

Yes, this is no longer a refugee camp with a terrible stench.

The little bed under him was so soft and warm, as if he had returned to his mother's arms.

The smell in the room is so fresh, and there is still a trace of yesterday's rice fragrance in the faint aroma of grass and trees.

"Master Yang"

Thinking of the man who brought him here, Zhou Xun was shocked and quickly got up and walked out.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw three strangers sleeping in the corner of the gym, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down, and observed carefully.

Compared with the mud-legged guys from the Blood Tiger Gang, these three people have tall and straight bodies, extraordinary temperament, and very healthy exposed skin. It is obvious at a glance that they have nothing to do with the refugee camp, and are most likely outsiders from other places.

Look at the thick chains on their forearms tied to their hands and feet, and the huge electronic locks at the end of the chains.

Guesses flashed through Zhou Xun's mind, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

It is simply too easy to pry open the mouths of those in the Blood Tiger Gang and ask for the information Master Yang wants, and it cannot reflect his value at all.

But the three people in front of me are different. As long as they can be trained to satisfy Master Yang.

"Ahem, buddy, wake up!"

"This is not a place for you to sleep!"

Zhou Xun lowered his body, stretched out his hand and patted Vulcan's face back and forth.

The latter woke up in a daze, and the anger made him want to curse out loud subconsciously.

But unfortunately, after realizing that he had become a prisoner, Vulcan could only open his eyes bitterly and look at the person who woke him up.

He's so fat that it's shocking, this was Vulcan's first reaction.

Just looking at the protruding belly of the other party, it is far more exaggerated than the beer bellies of those hundreds of pounds of fat people in civilized times.

However, it was this protruding but not saggy belly that made Vulcan secretly alert.

In the wasteland, having such a figure can at least mean that his strength is not bad.

And this person could appear in the God of War's house. Without knowing the relationship between the two, he could only squeeze out a smile:

"Friend, who are you?"

"Who am I? Brother, are you still awake? You have offended Mr. Yang and now you want to pretend to be stupid?"

"Master Yang?" Vulcan was confused, but Dong Yue, who woke up next to him, thought of something and quickly added.

"The owner of this house is Mr. Yang?"

"Of course, hey, that's not right, weren't you captured by Mr. Yang last night?" Zhou Xun's face showed a hint of frivolity: "When Mr. Yang went out last night, I wanted to go with him to meet you, but Mr. Yang ended up

He said he was the only one needed."

"I see you guys are pretty good, but I didn't expect you to be so weak?"

"Are we weak?" Jin Yao also woke up. When he heard this, he suddenly felt a little strange.

Ever since the three of them became level 10 adventurers, no one has said that they are weak for a long, long time.

Even the geniuses in the league only said that they still need to work hard to make up for the talent gap.

The only ones who can be said to be weak so directly are the perverted God of War from last night and this fat man.

"Friend, we are not weak. You know adventurers." Before the fire god could finish his explanation, he was pinched by Dongyue next to him.

When we were on the road last night, the perverted God of War had repeatedly told him that he could talk when he entered the house, but he couldn't say anything about the Adventurer Alliance, let alone let others know his identity as the God of War.

Thinking about the helmet that was crumpled into a ball, Vulcan had no choice but to shut up.

However, Zhou Xun seemed to have discovered a new continent: "Adventurers, why, are you also adventurers?"

"Well, we...well, we are not adventurers, but I have heard that this organization is very strong. I...I once competed with the masters in the Adventurer Alliance, uh" In order to make up for the previous sentence, to prevent being

When the God of War found out, Dongyue had no choice but to explain himself on the spot.

However, what he didn't expect was that the disdain on the face of the fat man in front of him became more intense:

"Do you know about the Blue Beast?"

"Blue beast?" Vulcan was stunned for a moment, unable to search for information about this name from his memory: "Who is he?"

"Sure enough, you don't even know about the beast brother, but you still fight against the masters?"

"Let me tell you, as long as outside adventurers come to the South Third District, whether they are dragons or tigers, if they don't come to visit the beast brother first, they will be served to their doorsteps. What kind of masters are they?"

"Brother Beast?" Jin Yao was even more confused. He had entered the chat channel in the South Third District before, but he really didn't see any Brother Beast.

And this name doesn't sound like a tenth-level adventurer.

Is it possible that he, like the God of War, is also a non-alliance controller?

Suddenly, the three of them figured this out and quickly looked at each other, understanding the meaning of each other's eyes.

"Ahem, are you the beast brother?" Dongyue had a complicated look on his face and quickly said solemnly.

"I don't want to change my name, but I don't want to change my surname. You can call me Blue Beast, or you can call me Brother Beast."

"As for Mr. Yang, he is in a realm that you are temporarily unable to access."

"But if you are more honest and tell me everything I want to know, maybe I can ask you to spare your life."

There was a trace of unruliness on Zhou Xun's face, and coupled with his suddenly enlarged figure, he looked a bit serious.

But from an angle that the three of them couldn't see, his eyes flashed with a hint of cunning.

Deception is a skill.

Treat different people in different ways.

He only needs a simple intimidation to get the information he wants from the idiots like the Blood Tiger Gang.

But when dealing with these seemingly extraordinary outsiders, it is difficult to reflect their specific value by simply intimidating or physically punishing them.

How to make them willingly tell the information, even if Master Yang follows his lead.
Chapter completed!