2934: C2934

C2934

Just then, a hand lightly patted his shoulder. He turned his head in surprise and saw a tall man with a messy beard looking at him.1

Niu Thirteen's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't he a beggar? Instead of maintaining order, the beggar came looking for him instead. What was he trying to do?

"Talk?"

The beggar opened his mouth, wanting to talk to Niu Thirteen. His voice was deep and full of vicissitudes. If it weren't for his slovenly appearance and well-groomed appearance, he definitely would have been a male.

Unfortunately, the beggar did not seem to care about his appearance. He even rubbed his hands together on his body, creating a lot of black filth.

The beggar was obviously powerful, he could instantly clean up the filth on his body, yet he had to be so slovenly. He was also drunk, but he didn't dare to say anything more. After all, everyone with a high cultivation had their own temper, perhaps the beggar just liked sloppiness.

"Alright."

Since the beggar had invited them, he naturally agreed. Coincidentally, he also needed the beggar to manage the people in the Dark Tower's auction house. After all, he couldn't care less about these people.

The beggar glanced at the Dark Tower's auction house, rubbed his belly and took out a large pile of black filth. He pinched some and held it under his nose to smell it, then casually wiped it on his clothes.

Niu Thirteen's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the layers of black stuff on the beggar's clothes. He finally understood why his clothes were so dirty.

He tried his best to show that he didn't care and didn't see the expression on the beggar's face. After all, the beggar was powerful and he was part of a hidden team. He couldn't afford to offend him.

If he despised beggars and angered beggars and they killed him, he would cry.

"Senior, why don't you all care about these people? They are about to turn my auction house upside down."

After all, these people had already violated the rules of a street in the black market. He, the owner of the auction house, was still alive, yet these people dared to overturn his auction house.

The beggar glanced at the auction house, and then frowned as he faced Thirteen.

"This is also what I want to talk to you about. These people are trespassing your auction house and breaking the rules of a street in the black market, but as you have seen, they have too many people. Even if our secret team makes a move, we might not be able to kill them all."

"Moreover, killing so many people at once will definitely cause our hidden troops to pay the price. Thus, I have come looking for you. I hope that you will show your face and let them know that you are still alive. Otherwise, they will give up on their own."

Hearing the beggar's words, Niu Thirteen also frowned. He glanced at the Dark Tower Auction House. There were indeed a frightening number of people inside, even though they had violated the rules of the black market.

However, killing them all was a difficult task, as well as a huge project for the hidden troops. He understood what the beggar meant. The beggar did not want to kill too many people and only wanted to settle this issue peacefully.

The key point was that there were many terrifying cultivators inside. All of them came from first-rate powers, and a first-rate power was already the strongest power in the capital. Even a hidden team would be wary of them.

pqdm.com