Chapter 258 Dangerous Transaction

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In the evening, on an empty beach.

A figure appeared without warning.

This is a black-haired man in a black suit. He looks very young, but exudes a mature temperament. He is also handsome, and he can be very charming when necessary, but at this moment, he just has a lazy face, yawns, and rubs his messy hair out of boredom.

Vincent seemed to be waiting for something. He looked at the sky and his sight quickly stopped at the northwest corner of the sky. There, there was a cloud, a lonely cloud, which looked so special and bright in the sunset.

As time passed, the sunset sank, and the cloud gradually expanded to the east and west, forming a narrow and long haze in the sky, which looked like a shallow beach hanging upside down in the air.

As night fell, the wind gradually died down, and the calm sea surface turned dark purple, until a dark red crescent moon climbed up the sky, covering it with a hazy red.

"You came too early." Simon's voice suddenly sounded from behind Vincent.

Vincent did not look back, nor was he surprised: "Time is what we have the least. Waiting is also a kind of relaxation."

"Teacher's words always seem very philosophical." A somewhat childish voice came, and the speaker looked like a teenager of sixteen or seventeen years old. He was also wearing a black suit and trousers. He looked handsome and beautiful, and his delicate facial features might even make women jealous.

"Hehehe... He was just staring at the sky in a daze, but he still pretended to be literary... Hehehe..." Woody's obscene laughter also appeared at this moment.

"Wow..." Another laugh sounded, and a short, fat, penguin-like guy appeared near the four people, "Vincent, Woody, Simon, Sid." Mr. You's eyes swept across the faces of the four people one by one, "I am really honored to see the four of you gathered together again."

"Ahem... Ahem... If you are not really honored, don't say that." A sickly young man, like a phantom, appeared on the sea and said to Mr. You.

Beside him. There are two other shadows, also in a floating state, standing on the surface of the sea.

"Death (death) didn't come again?" Simon cast his cold eyes on the three figures.

Plague replied: "You know, he is absolutely confident in the person he bet on, so he doesn't pay attention to him at all." He covered his mouth and coughed twice: "After all... he chose [Tuntian Guixiao]."

"Hehehe... you mean, we have to pay more attention to the cards in our hands, right..."

A woman next to Plague interrupted at this time: "You let Feng Bujue get the psychic weapon, doesn't it prove this point?"

"Hehe... you seem very dissatisfied, Lord Disaster..." Woody smiled sinisterly.

"I have already dealt with this matter." Simon interrupted them. In order to prevent the two guys from fighting over a disagreement: "It was resolved the day after Mr. You staged that farce. So there is no need to argue anymore."

What Simon was referring to was naturally the script where Feng Bujue encountered K3-Red Iron. That was the first team survival mode script that Feng Bujue arranged after the death question and answer, and he ended up encountering the derivative that was almost impossible to encounter multiple times in theory. Obviously, someone was behind the scenes manipulating this... and Feng Bujue's loss in that script was also obvious to all. He almost returned to the state before liberation overnight. This was the price he paid for obtaining psychic weapons too early.

"Let's not talk about those things in the past anymore." Vincent continued Simon's words and said, "Let's talk about business."

"The business is that the person you chose has already comprehended [Soul Intention]." War, who was standing on the other side of Plague, said, "This progress is too fast."

Woody smiled wretchedly: "Hehe... The guy chosen by your brother Plague has just passed level 30. The summoning specialization has reached level B. Don't you think this is too fast?"

War's eyeless eyes flashed dimly: "Don't change the subject, Woody, you know that's different."

"Ah... I always feel like we're going to quarrel..." For some reason. Sid trembled while holding his arms while talking: "I hate quarrels the most..."

Mr. You stood aside, watching the four villains of hell and the three knights of apocalypse on the verge of a fight. On the surface, he remained calm, but in his heart, he was gloating over the misfortune, hoping that these guys would turn against each other and fight.

"Lord War, you are right." Unexpectedly, this sentence came from Vincent himself: "My people have mastered the [Soul] too early... This may not be a good thing." He paused, and then said: "However, things have already happened and cannot be reversed. How to solve it is what we need to discuss."

"Hehehe... You said that, I guess you have already found a way to satisfy everyone?" Woody obviously knew Vincent very well.

"My people will not be able to play the game in the next 48 hours of real time." Vincent said: "Is this level of concession okay?"

He looked around, no one spoke, and then he continued: "If there is no objection..." He glanced at Plague: "Master Plague, can you go there?"

Plague bowed slightly and smiled: "Glad to serve."

Vincent said again: "But, you all have to agree to one condition of mine."

"It sounds like a dangerous deal..." Mr. You instantly smelled the smell of conspiracy.

"At this time and place, except for Simon who has not betted, the six people you have chosen can just play a killing game, right..." Vincent smiled evilly: "My request is very simple, let them play a game."

"Humph... So this is the condition." War was the first to sneer: "It's just what I want... Anyway, my chess pieces will not lose."

"I am happy to accompany you." Disaster continued.

"Since the teacher said so..." Sid usually does not object to Vincent's opinion.

Plague and Mr. You looked at each other and shrugged: "Since no one objects..."

"Hehehe...it sounds interesting..." Woody smiled sinisterly: "But is this really a good idea?" He turned to look at Vincent: "The game between masters, the death battle beyond the limit, may make them stronger...hehe...for you, this is not good at all." The lens of his glasses was still white, and no one knew what his expression was at the moment: "What do you want to see from this battle?"

Vincent did not answer Woody, he just turned to Simon and said leisurely: "Mr. Referee, what do you think?" (To be continued...)