Chapter 252: Beating a dog depends on its owner (5-star review required)
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“Slurp, slurp~!”
As expected of the name “Shui Shui Meat”, Weebull could even make the sound of slurping noodles while eating.
"Oh my god, this big guy can eat so much! More than 600 servings."
"Yeah, is this guy still human? Where did all the food he ate go?"
"He eats so much. I wonder if he poops hundreds of pounds each time he poops, right?"
A well-mannered young man wearing glasses in the crowd asked seriously and earnestly.
After the man finished speaking, he found that everyone around him was looking at him with strange eyes, so he continued to explain:
"What? Why are you looking at me like that? This portion of watery meat weighs several kilograms. Is it a problem if I eat more and poop more?"
It can be seen that he is thinking about this issue seriously.
"Damn it! I'm suddenly so disgusted by what this bastard said. I have no appetite for dinner tonight. Hurry and take him away, or I really want to beat him up."
"+1"
"+1!"
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When Weibull burped after eating the 800th portion of water meat, the audience burst into warm applause.
Captain Gel nodded to the onlookers to express his gratitude for watching, and then bought all the remaining barbecue meat from several barbecue restaurants, preparing to provide a snack for the few people who were still exercising on the boat.
With the money in place, everything becomes easy. Gel only needs to provide an address to the butchers, and they will agree to deliver the meat directly to the ship after it is cooked.
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In the blink of an eye, a week passed quickly.
"The truth is in the ordinary life!"
Geer eats, drinks, and spends money everywhere every day, becoming the well-known God of Wealth in the Seven Water City.
There was no interesting new plot triggered. We just encountered a group of unknown pirates on the way. Just by looking at the way the guy in the captain's hat walked, we knew he was not a good guy. Which decent person would walk with his feet turned outward in an arrogant and domineering manner?
So he followed him to a remote place and let Weevil have a long-awaited game of beating the weaklings as an after-meal exercise.
However, a "big earthquake" occurred in the Chabaotier Archipelago thousands of miles away!
"Crack~!"
A crystal goblet smashed to the ground, and the blood-red wine spread on the intricately patterned carpet.
"Are you kidding me? How dare they exclude us? Who gave them the courage? Was it those other companies who did this?"
Faced with the furious Celestial Dragons, all the slaves and guards in black suits in the hall bowed their heads and knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.
"Saint Rozward, please calm down. We will go and find out the situation immediately."
"Then why don't you hurry up!"
"Yes!"
The guards responded and quickly retreated.
He learned that a small auction house had completed a power transfer without his knowledge, and that the lackey Xilin they supported had gone to hell. What was even more outrageous was that they dared to stop paying tribute to him. At this point, money didn't matter anymore. It was a matter of face. They didn't take their boss behind the scenes seriously at all!
Saint Rozward was furious.
A lowly civilian certainly wouldn't have such courage, so Saint Rozward initially suspected that the other Celestial Dragons wanted to unite and kick him out to share some of the benefits, but he didn't know that the other Celestial Dragons had a similar reaction to him at this time.
Finally, when several people sat down to discuss the matter, they were surprised to find that no one should laugh at each other, because it turned out that they were all kicked out.
"I don't even understand this. How dare a lowly person tease us like this?"
Saint Rozward said angrily.
"Humph! Isn't that easy? Just catch him and ask him, and you'll know."
Another celestial dragon saint said.
Soon, Charlie, the man with a mustache who was tricked by Gel into taking the position, was brought before several Celestial Dragon Saints.
Although Charlie had already been bruised and battered by the violent law enforcement of the Celestial Dragon guards, he still looked calm because he had expected this scene. He had a backer, and even when facing several high-ranking Celestial Dragons, he absolutely could not lose face for the adults!
There was no fierce confrontation. When the man with a mustache mentioned the Feigarand family, several Celestial Dragons present couldn't help but shudder.
When they first heard the name of the Red-haired Saint, they secretly exchanged glances with each other, and seeing that everyone was shaking their heads, they still had a glimmer of hope that the other party might have made up the story out of fear of death. But when they heard the man with a mustache ask to see Saint Fegalande Galin, their faces suddenly changed, and they began to believe that what Charlie said was true, because a pariah would never have the chance to know the title of Saint Galin.
As the saying goes, you have to look at the owner before you beat the dog. Who is Jialin Sheng? He is the one who is responsible for judging the Tianlong people!
Beat up Jialin Sheng's people? Want to compete with him for the No. 1 auction venue? Isn't this seeking death?
Several Celestial Dragon Saints who usually called Charlie "unskilled" suddenly became much more polite and asked their men to bring Charlie some medicine to apply on the wound on his face. The unlucky guys who were sent to "invite" Charlie were executed on the spot.
"One of our own, one of our own. It was just a misunderstanding. It turned out to be the property of Jialin Sheng. It's all because of these servants who privately guessed our intentions. We clearly said "please" come over to ask for clarification."
Saint Rozward said kindly.
"It's nothing, it's just a minor injury. Thank you for your concern."
Charlie was ecstatic, thinking to himself that he was indeed worthy of being called an adult! Even the Celestial Dragons were trembling with fear at the mere name! Such a man is indeed worthy of my following to the death!
Charlie shook his calves which were almost cramped due to nervousness, and was extremely glad that he followed the right master, otherwise he would have died today. While enjoying the gentle medicine application service of the Celestial Dragon slave maid, he stroked his mustache proudly, recalling his heroic deed of fighting a group of dragons alone, and felt that he could brag about it for the rest of his life.
The holy land of Marijoa is big, but also small, because there are too many boring things, and when something interesting happens, it will spread quickly.
In a magnificent palace, a middle-aged red-haired man with a strange hairstyle sat on the sofa, drinking black tea while listening to his subordinates' reports. In the end, he just said lightly:
"It is rare to see someone posing as the Feigarand family to spread rumors and cheat. We will torture the mastermind and then publicly execute him in the square and issue a statement."
"As you command! Saint Galin!"
The two tall guards took the order and left.
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