407: C407 One Person Is Enough

C407 One Person Is Enough

"How much?" The minister and the prime minister asked at the same time.

After all, to be able to invite the war god of a country, the salary offered by the Grand Preceptor was definitely not low.

"Hehe!" At this moment, the Grand Preceptor revealed a smug expression and stretched out five fingers. "This number!"

"Fifty million yuan?" The Minister probed.

As the War God of a country, it should be worth fifty million!

Seeing the Grand Preceptor shake his head with a smile, the Prime Minister was a little puzzled, "It can't be 500 million, right?"

"Congratulations, you answered correctly!" The Grand Preceptor chuckled, "It's five hundred million!"

"Hiss ~ ~" The Minister and the Prime Minister sucked in a breath of cold air at the same time.

The Grand Preceptor spent five hundred million a year just to give the War God of Taiguo a salary. Not only did he have as many experts as the clouds under his command, even his economic strength far surpassed the two of them.

The two of them weighed the matter in their hearts. They felt that the chances of winning against the Grand Preceptor in the underground world of the provincial capital were very slim!

However, with the presence of the Tai Nation War God, they were completely unafraid of the head of security of the Flying Dragon Group.

As the Tai Nation War God who was well-versed in the world's most ferocious fist type, Thai Fist, unless the Grand Commander personally came, who else could defeat him?

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

At this moment, the sound of fists and kicks could be heard from outside.

A follower rushed over and reported: "Boss, the other side has already broken in and injured many of our black market boxing experts!"

"To be able to break in under such tight defense, this Flying Dragon Group security director has something to do!" The Grand Preceptor was not worried at all. He merely chuckled and said, "Send down the order. Capture this person alive and reward him with one hundred thousand yuan; severely injure this person and reward him with three hundred thousand yuan; kill this person and reward him with five hundred thousand yuan!"

The Grand Preceptor had always adhered to the concept of a brave man under great rewards.

When the black market boxing experts under him heard such a generous reward, they would definitely go all out and snipe Mu Chen.

However, these black market boxing experts under the Grand Preceptor's command could still deal with ordinary people.

However, Mu Chen was not an ordinary person.

Mu Chen did not even move his hand.

He relied on the Kui Cow alone to fight hundreds of people.

Soon, he was only a few inches away from the Grand Preceptor, Minister of State, and Prime Minister's room.

"This person is actually able to pass through so many checkpoints consecutively. He really is an opponent worthy of attention." The Grand Preceptor suddenly ordered, "Tell the Fiend Dao Elder and Monk Hua to retreat and let him in first."

"After all, he's here to negotiate with us. Don't scare him by putting up such a big show!"

The Minister of Justice glanced at the table and asked, "Grand Preceptor, do you want a seat?"

"You can add a pair of chopsticks and chopsticks." The Grand Preceptor couldn't help but narrow his eyes. "As for the chairs, I'll spare them."

"He's on equal footing with the three of us. Is he worthy?"

Hearing this, the Minister and the Prime Minister burst into laughter at the same time.

The Grand Preceptor was clearly trying to show Mu Chen his strength.

After Daoist Mo and Monk Hua received the order to retreat, Mu Chen and Kui Niu entered the room where the Grand Preceptor, the minister, and the prime minister were.

"Hey, are you drinking?" Mu Chen looked around the room and smirked.

"Yeah, how about we go together?" The Grand Preceptor smiled and reached out his hand. "Brother, sit!"

A chair was empty in the direction the Grand Preceptor extended his hand.

However, there was a set of cutlery on the table.

It was obvious that the Grand Preceptor wanted to embarrass Mu Chen.

"Since the Grand Preceptor is so kind, I will not refuse." Mu Chen walked over.

Just as Mu Chen walked over, the Kui Cow's figure suddenly moved.

Like a ghost, it arrived in front of one of the followers, making the follower lie on the ground like a horse.

He caught Mu Chen on his back.

Mu Chen did not turn his head to look. He sat down steadily.

He sat on the back of this follower.

To the surprise of the Grand Preceptor, the Minister, and the Prime Minister, the servant did not collapse at all. It seemed very stable.

Under the stunned gazes of the three people, Mu Chen picked up his chopsticks without any hesitation and picked up the food. He started to eat the food in big mouthfuls.

"En, it tastes good!" Mu Chen nodded and praised, "The color, fragrance, and fragrance are all present. It's a delicacy in this world!"

"No wonder everyone wants to be rich!"

The three of them looked embarrassed as they quietly watched Mu Chen eat and drink.

Mu Chen smiled and said to the three of them, "Why are you all standing there?"

"Let's eat together!"

However, none of them moved their chopsticks.

"You're not going to eat, are you?" Mu Chen took out a tissue and wiped his lips. "Since you are all full, let's talk business."

"Today is the deadline we agreed on. I don't know what my suggestion is. Have you thought about it?"

"Brother, I admire you. You have the guts to come to my fighting club with only one person. "You should know that my fighting club is known as a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. Even Jiang Dingtian, who once dominated the underground world of the provincial capital for decades, does not dare to step foot in it easily."

The Grand Preceptor said proudly, "However, if you want the three of us to submit to you, I'm afraid you don't have the right!"

The ministers and prime ministers nodded in agreement.

Mu Chen asked, "Then, may I ask, what is the right?"

"Good question!" The Grand Preceptor clapped his hands. "My fighting club has as many experts as the clouds. Although your journey has been very smooth, I have yet to display my true trump card!"

"Oh, is that so?" Mu Chen said calmly, "Then let them all come out. I will take care of them in one go!"

"How arrogant!" The Grand Preceptor looked disdainful as he clapped his hands.

At this moment, the door to the room opened.1

Daoist Priest Mo and Monk Hua walked in one after another.

Behind them were dozens of burly men.

They were clearly experts in black market boxing.

The Grand Preceptor smiled and said, "If you can come out of their hands alive, then come talk to me about qualifications!"

"That's it?" Mu Chen sneered, his face full of contempt. "One person is enough to deal with these dregs."

"Are you alone?" The Grand Preceptor couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. "What a boastful boast!"

Ever since Daoist Priest Mo and Monk Hua debuted, no one had ever dared to challenge them one-on-one.

"No, no, no!" Mu Chen shook his head and waved a finger. He said leisurely, "They don't deserve me to fight them personally. The follower behind me is more than enough to deal with them!"

As for Kui Niu, he looked at the Fiend Sect Elder and Monk Hua with a lazy expression.

"You are courting death!" The two people's contemptuous attitude directly angered the Devil Dao Elder and Monk Hua.

Daoist Priest Mo waved the steel saber in his hand.

On the other hand, Monk Hua raised his staff.

The two of them ran at high speed.

The wind they brought up could even cause the face of the black market boxing expert behind them to bleed.

Seeing the two of them attack at the same time, the Grand Preceptor couldn't help but nod and smile.

With Daoist Priest Mo and Monk Hua working together, there was no one who could match them.

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