The oldest of the many VIP rooms did not light up, not because the contestant who lived in this room failed to leave, but because its owner was illuminating it with the fierce and cloudy eyes of a battlefield sunset.
On the pure white seats covered with tiger skins, jade peanuts are scattered everywhere.
Leaning on the seat with one paw, he held a light and small silver kitten in his arms and stroked it gently.
The silver kitten closed its faint green eyes, enjoying the caress of the owner, purring from time to time in his throat.
Nan Bowan still wore his official uniform embroidered with unicorns, and his bald head was still shining even in the dim light.
The chief butler of the sacred black market knelt on one knee, hung his eyes on the neckline, and stared at the silhouette of Duclaw with his goldfish: "Lord, everything is normal in the Vampire Autonomous Region, but Frederick is still at a loss. No one of his closest subordinates knows where he is going."
Duclaw snorted a little dissatisfied: "The big thing should come and breathe me? How can the head of the clan disappear without saying a word?" His wrinkles tightened: "Or... Frederick came out. What happened?"
The Jinlunbao business war is about to enter*, but the heavy ministers suddenly disappeared, which will inevitably make Duclaw feel upset.
Nam Bowan shook his head: "The Lord doesn't need to worry about it. The subordinates don't think there is anyone in the world who can solve Frederick quietly."
"Yeah." Duclaw nodded: "It makes sense." He rubbed the top of the kitten's head with the belly of his fingers: "The degree of the second round of the arena is different from before. It is easy to be affected by the ordinary emcee of ceremonies. I originally pointed He's going to calm down the scene!"
After thinking about it for a while, Nan Bowan tentatively said: "Master, the subordinates have a personal choice, but..."
"Do you have anyone to choose?" Duclaw glanced at Nan Bowan and smiled: "You are sometimes too cautious. Say it, just say it!"
Nan Bowan replied: "The main reason for holding the Jinlunbao business battle is mainly for the young leader to sit firmly in the country in the future. So the subordinates boldly proposed that you might as well ask the young leader to preside over all the next ring battles."
Duclaw raised his head and said helplessly: "I also planned to do so, but that Gua...
"It's because of..." Nan Bowan suddenly stopped talking and didn't dare to ask any more.
Duzhao sighed: "Because of sighing Mingli."
Nan Bowan lowered his head and dared not look at Duclaw's expression, and the VIP room was filled with embarrassment of unknown significance for a while.
The one-clawed hand moved away from the kitten's head, and then gently stroked the tiger skin underneath: "If the tiger was not annihilated by the demon god..."
The kitten, who had been lying in the arms of one paw, suddenly raised his head and uttered: "Meow hee hee... Lord, I'm still with you!"
"Oh?" Duclaw looked at the kitten like a beloved child and asked: "What? Do you want to be the master of ceremonies in the arena?"
The kitten blinked: "You Zhongtong listen to the Lord's instructions at any time!" He smiled curiously: "It's fun to think about it~~~"
Duclaw suddenly laughed heartily: "Hahahaha! Don't you think the atmosphere will become strange if you are such a small thing to host a ring battle?"
The kitten was sticking his tongue out: "Does the audience see me cute, will they throw cat food into the arena? That's not bad, meow hee hee..."
"Cat food? Hahahaha! You little thing!" One paw rubbed the kitten's nose lightly, and the cloudy expression on his face finally eased a lot.
A smile appeared from the corner of Nan Bowan's eyes. It was not an ordinary cat, but You Zhongtong, the famous patriarch of the cat people.
Among the several important ministers in the sacred black market, he was the most favored by the claws. Except for Dulin, he is the only one who can immediately open Duclaw's heart.
Duclaw fiddled with You Zhongtong's ears: "But if you presided over it, it would be a little bit more cute, but without the coercion of the ghost and black market, so you are not the best candidate!"
You Zhongtong licked the pad on his paw and said, "Okay, it's a little regretful~~"
Duclaw looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Those who had not yet been illuminated by the sun’s rays in the VIP room, seemed like caves with endless jade hopes and deep grievances lurking: "Moreover, back then, my father held the Jinlunbao business war. Many people who were unwilling to lose began to retaliate secretly. Although my father and I eliminated these ignorant bugs, the black market of ghosts and ghosts at that time was also messed up." A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Now, I feel it again. The atmosphere full of resentment back then."
You Zhongtong raised his head and said to Duclaw: Are you afraid of mice making trouble? Then order the four big demihuman legions to dispatch all of them to maintain order? "
Nan Bowan said: "A lesson from the past, a lesson from the future. The fate of those people in the last Jinlunbao business battle will be the best warning for these failed competitors? So the subordinates don't think there will be much trouble."
Duclaw shook his head: "You don't understand what I mean." His pupils shrank into vertical slits: "An atmosphere of resentment..."
Nan Bowan and You Zhongtong exchanged glances and asked, "The Lord means..."
Duclaw nodded: "This resentment can even be felt by me, and it is even more capable of killing the merchants."
You Zhongtong blinked green eyes: "Oh...I see! The losing contestant hates the winning contestant too much. If they find a merciless brigade merchant..."
Nan Bowan frowned and said: "The winning participant is in danger!"
Angrily was implied in Duclaw’s smile: "If the contestant is gone, will Jinlunbao trade a fart?"
Nam Bowan thought for a while and said, "However, I have heard people say that the level of resentment must be very strong to attract volunteer-killing merchants, and the reason must also meet the standards of volunteer-killing merchants before they accept commission to kill. "
"Meow hee hee..." You Zhongtong raised his tail: "The entire family business loses to others. It's weird if it's not strong? And maybe even our ghosts and ghosts will also resent the black market!"
Duclaw told Nam Bowan: "Tell me to tell the ghosts and ghosts throughout the black market. If you find the trail of the mercantile brigade merchants, you will be rewarded if you report it! In addition, strengthen the security force at the Fighting Skill Plaza and the Friendship Party. …" He paused: "Find Frederick as soon as possible!"
You Zhongtong asked, "Where is the young master?"
Duxiao sighed tiredly: "If you can't persuade his temper, let him stay in Duxiao Gambling House until he comes up with it!"
You Zhongtong looked at the gradually bright sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, lowered his head and muttered to himself: "Time should be almost up." He asked Duclaw, "Master, shall I leave here temporarily?"
Duchuang looked at You Zhongtong: "Is there something to deal with in the performing arts industry?"
You Zhongtong said, "No, there is a grumpy old cat that needs attention."
Duclaw thoughtfully: "Grumpy old cat... I see. Go ahead."
You Zhongtong's slender figure suddenly turned into a vague afterimage, and his fast-moving body disappeared from the VIP room with the sound of a whip tearing the air.
The grumpy old cat, who is called by You Zhongtong, has only a dollar.
He walked off the seat with his back on his back: "I heard the report from the people below that they have begun to return to their old business?"
Nan Bowan replied: "According to the master, according to the apprentices of Wu Jinfang, the gold medal is not to return to the old business, but to repay the debt of favor. However, the skill of the gold medal is not allowed to be passed on, so the subordinates On his own initiative, the four high-ranking legions will be sent to Wu Jinfang to martial law."
"I really want to see with my own eyes, the world's number one master craftsman wields a stunt!" Duclaw raised his head and smiled wryly: "Even if I go, he will be driven out with a hammer, right?"
Nan Bo Wan angrily said: "As a god, black market minister, if he dared to make such a big rebellion, his subordinates will—"
"If someone kills Lin'er, I will definitely drive the enemy out, so I understand his mood!" Duclaw interrupted Nam Bowan: "I didn't punish his murderous enemy, although he has been holding hate all these years. I, but I have never publicly expressed hatred for me, and it is hard for him."
Nan Bowan suddenly said in surprise: "Ah! Lord, if it is his resentment...maybe it can attract the merciless brigade merchants!"
"Hahahahaha..." Duclaw let out Ling Ao's laugh: "The trivial slaying brigade merchant, even if the Five Elements Taoist and Si Rensha attack at the same time, will my Duclaw fall to the wind?!" He is full of desire. In his skinny body, he released a gross amount of violence that was completely inconsistent with his appearance, which was extremely frightening.
Nan Bo was full of worry and anxiously said: "With the power of the Lord, the frontal conflict is naturally not afraid of such a small night! But the means of killing the merchants of the volunteers are indeed unpredictable and unpredictable!"
Duclaw waved his hand: "Don't worry! A big money is a tough guy. If he hates me so much, he will find me personally instead of borrowing others' hands to hate him!"
Nan Bowan knelt forward, even more worried: "But Lord, if there are other people resenting you—"
The single claw suddenly turned around, and the narrow pupils shot sharp light. He seemed to instantaneously transform into a very sinister behemoth entrenched there, venting huge and rude power around him with his breath and breath.
Nan Bowan suddenly sweated, knowing that Duclaw was irritated!
The lord of the gods and ghosts of the black market couldn't hear any comments at this time, and was likely to swallow the person who displeased him, so Nan Bowan had to lie down on the ground in fear.
"Get up and talk." Duclaw's calm voice passed into Nan Bowan's ears.
Nan Bowan almost thought he was hearing a hallucination, and raised his head cautiously: "Master?"
Duclaw stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking up to welcome the morning light pouring down from the top of the Fighting Skill Plaza. His breath returned to calm, and he looked at Nan Bowan with an elusive look: "Tell me, what do you think of me as the host in the hearts of the people of the gods and ghosts of the black market?"
"This..." Nan Bowan hesitated for a moment, then immediately said in a loud voice: "Of course it is as respect and love as his biological father!"
"You kid, don't comfort me." Duclaw shook his head and smiled: "Many people from the four demihuman races died in the hands of the Pella family. Are they the same as a hammer of gold? But in my heart, hate me, the faint king who is partial to the murderer? Can this long backlog of hatred really be wiped out with the death of the Pella family?"
Nanbo couldn't help being silent, and the VIP room fell into a bitter silence... (End of this chapter)