An Wujiu's temperament changed drastically, like a bomb being ignited.
But at the moment when it was about to erupt, it snuffed out the splashing sparks by itself.
Such a long period of forbearance and retreat was not to fight for a way out for himself, but to raise Yang Ming's dark complacency and arrogance like a gu. Let them be like balloons, getting bigger and bigger and more and more floating.
At this moment, Yang Ming stood where he was, his face was livid.
With his [capitalist] role and two solid generals, he has almost formed the dominant situation of the game. The other opponents are scattered, and it is difficult to form a team in the duel. Most of them are just sitting on the sidelines. But they are different, the three of them have 14 blood bars in total, it is a trivial matter to kill a person.
Originally, Yang Ming wanted to torture An Wujiu, drain his two health bars, and let him live with the last blood bar trembling and lacking in supplies until the last day. Time to end his life.
Originally, everything went smoothly according to the plan. He thought that An Wujiu was already a waste with no fighting spirit. Seeing his blood bars lose one after another, Yang Ming's excitement and satisfaction climbed to the peak.
But An Wujiu's sudden collective bribery caught him off guard.
The way to deal with him in his own way is almost like stabbing Yang Ming's heart fiercely with a sharp knife.
Once the balloon exploded, his sanity was also scattered.
During the stalemate, the quiet Wu You was the first to stand out among the crowd.
"I'm joining, I need money."
He stood still in front of An Wujiu, without looking at each other, but stretched out his index finger without hesitation, and signed his name on the projected contract.
An Wujiu still crossed his legs and looked at the crowd with his hands behind his back. He didn't seem to be asking others to do business at all, "Now there are only children, right? Then congratulations, after this round is over, you will take all my money."
He looked confident and his tone was affirmative, as if everything would really go according to what he said.
Others also started to move around.
Old Yu stepped forward, "I wouldn't have initiated a duel with you, but signing may make you feel more at ease."
"Of course." An Wujiu nodded, and smiled as he watched him sign his French name, "Congratulations, your kindness allowed you to share the points with Wu You."
Zhong Yirou didn't hesitate too long, even though she knew that An Wujiu was a ticking time bomb, she also knew that there might be fraud in it.
However, if one more person stood up, the scene would become more chaotic, and Zhong Yirou liked to do things that disturbed the water the most.
"I'm definitely indispensable for the money." She stepped on her high heels and walked.
Zhong Yirou finished signing like a female star, and reached out to An Wujiu who was sitting on the ground. An Wujiu smiled and shook her fingertips, looking at the rest of the people.
Liu Chengwei, who helped Yang Ming at the beginning, seemed to have completely forgotten that he was the one who injured An Wujiu so badly that he couldn't stand, and walked over with a smile on his face, "Count me in."
Liu Chengwei wrote his name quickly, as if he was afraid of being rejected, and the matter of beating him to death can also be said calmly, "Don't worry about the previous things, I can share my supplies with you Son. We are not strangers, are we?"
"Forget it." An Wujiu smiled kindly and beautifully, "How can it not be counted?"
Ueno, who has always followed the crowd, persisted until the last three under such a big temptation.
His two hands were tightly held together, his brows were furrowed, and he looked very tangled.
An Wujiu knew why.
"It's time." He stood up and adjusted the cloth wrapped around his wrist.
Ueno, who hadn't acted all this time, blurted out immediately, "You didn't say you have to limit the time just now!"
"I'm such a willful person." An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "So are you going to sign or not?"
Ueno was struggling, he turned his head to look at Yang Ming, Yang Ming didn't say a word, Liu Chengwei, who was the first to betray, coughed twice confidently, obviously implying Ueno.
"It's fine if you don't come, so they will get more share." An Wujiu said.
Ueno finally walked towards An Wujiu and made an agreement.
Of course he was greedy for this point, after all, it might be an amount that he would not be able to earn even if he tried his best to survive. But he also chose to sign the contract because he knew very well that once most people on the field reached an agreement with An Wujiu, it meant that he became a minority. Whether An Wujiu will use other methods in exchange for cooperation in the future is not yet known, it is better to be more obedient and leave some leeway at this moment.
At the same time, when he heard An Wujiu's last words, he was also unwilling at all, if they could take the money, why should he not.
From the beginning to the end, Shen Ti kept staring at An Wujiu's pretty face, lamenting this guy's psychological tactics in his heart.
The more confident and arrogant the person in the worst position is, the easier it is for other competitors to have self-doubt and believe that he has the possibility of a comeback.
Coupled with An Wujiu's constant implication of "first come, first served" and "less people, more money", and an attitude of regretting to withdraw promises at any time, under such pressure, anyone may be shaken.
An Wujiu stood on the spot, dragging his voice lazily, "Is there anyone else?"
"If you don't, call it a day."
"Here-here-" Shen Ti stretched out his left hand high, imitating An Wujiu's tone.
An Wujiu looked at him, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, "I see you haven't come out for so long, do you think you are addicted to fighting with me?"
He didn't care about it during the fight, but after looking carefully at this moment, he discovered that Shen Ti was wearing two earrings on one side, a total of four strings, dangling and colliding with each other.
The uppermost edge of the earring is a thin golden hook, which is inserted into the earlobe. The gold thread passes through three beads, two smaller carved white beads one end at the other, sandwiching the oval, crystal clear red coral in the middle.
The earrings swayed with Shen Ti's movements, which seemed to be swaying.
It turned out that this thing was ringing.
Shen Ti tilted his head to the left, then to the right, "It's a bit addictive...but I'm tired." He shook his dislocated hand towards An Wujiu, like shaking a piece of rubber, "It's still It hurts the body."
Seeing him show the evil deeds he committed, An Wujiu didn't feel anything, and even wanted to laugh a little.
Shen Ti walked towards him with a smile, exerted some strength with his left hand, and took the dislocated right hand back by the way, and reset it manually.
He stopped, stretched out his glove-wrapped index finger, and said with a smile: "After the fight, you don't make trouble, and you pay back the money. You are really a kind person."
Just like that, only Yang Ming was left on the field.
Everyone traded for different reasons, even people who were originally aligned with him. He was the only one standing across from him.
For the sake of face and self-esteem, of course he can choose not to sign, at least he has two blood bars, and An Wujiu only has the last one left, so he can directly challenge An Wujiu and let him die, and it is real die.
No, no. Yang Ming frowned. If he really initiates a duel, what will happen to An Wujiu? He would rather sacrifice the proceeds of the previous game for a safety, and he will not give up easily.
He will definitely try his best to persuade other people to stand in line like he is doing now. An Wujiu has won so many games, it is not difficult at all to spend some points in exchange for cooperation.
Yang Ming was discouraged. He knew that this kind of impulse would probably shoot himself in the foot.
Seeing that Yang Ming was so entangled, Wu You was the first to speak, "It's fine if he doesn't sign."
An Wujiu glanced at him, remained silent for a few seconds, then smiled at Yang Ming: "You can choose not to sign, but I think you have already thought about the consequences of not signing."
"Is this good? Let's open the skylight and speak honestly, and play this game more clearly."
An Wujiu walked towards him, together with the virtual contract in front of him, approached step by step until he stood in front of him.
"How about it." An Wujiu leaned into his ear and said softly, "I won't change your red and black wires."
Although Yang Ming tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.
An Wujiu patted him on the shoulder, "They just don't start a duel with me, you get one more benefit than others, isn't it worth it?"
He stared at Yang Ming's expression, and probably knew what he was thinking in his heart. Zuo just signed it and forget it, there are other ways to kill himself.
But there is absolutely no problem with my speculation about Yang Ming.
If Yang Ming is not satisfied with his own red and black lines, he will not be so arrogant, and feel that he is in control.
Looking at this alliance, his red line is most likely related to Liu Chengwei and Ueno, and the black line is likely to be a character with high survival value. In addition to his survival value, he can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai and win the game without any suspense.
If so, he would definitely not want to switch lines.
It seems that An Wujiu is discussing, but it is actually a threat of betting luck.
Yang Ming stared at the series of names on the contract, and moved his hanging fingers.
He could never believe what An Wujiu said.
But now it would be better to sign the contract and trick him into letting go of his vigilance, and using curses and materials can also kill him.
In the end, everyone signed the contract and reached a deal with An Wujiu.
When leaving the duel threshold, An Wujiu was at the end, everyone scattered as if they had agreed, and no one walked with anyone else.
An Wujiu's sudden change in personality made their already precarious public trust even more fragile, and it could be shattered in an instant.
He found that Wu You's footsteps were also very slow, walking in front of him, and his walking posture was also very unnatural and a little nervous.
"Are you waiting for me?" An Wujiu skipped behind him and stood on his right side, with his left arm on Wu You's shoulder. Although Wu You was prepared, she was still frightened by An Wujiu.
"No, no."
"Oh. That's me being too sentimental." The way An Wujiu smiled was either pure and innocent, making people think he was before, or like a lunatic. Now it is obviously the former, which makes Wu You feel a little lucky, thinking that he may also be a trustworthy person.
"Hey, brat." An Wujiu said carelessly, interrupting Wu You's reverie.
He turned his face sideways, raised his head slightly, and stared at the relaxed expression on the face of the guy beside him. He was different from himself, staring straight ahead with a firm tone.
"The object of your curse is Yang Ming, right?"