vstars Chapter 227 Nightmare
Chapter 227 Nightmare
"Dad! I won!"
"Son, you played absolutely brilliantly! You truly are my good eldest son!"
"Hehehe... I was a little disoriented since Daddy wasn't here..."
"What do you mean I'm not here! Are you trying to curse me to death?"
"No, no, Father! I didn't..."
"Alright, alright, don't say things like that again. Your dad's still alive and kicking. Okay, I'm not saying it anymore. Dad will treat you to barbecue later!"
"Yay! Barbecue..."
Watching the father and son embracing, the squinty-eyed fat man standing not far away smiled and shook his head. After making this gesture, he turned to the person next to him and said:
"Thank you very much."
"No problem, no problem, this is a win-win situation, a win-win situation... Haha!"
Standing next to the fat man was a bald middle-aged man who looked at his bulging pockets with an irrepressible smile in his eyes.
With money, anything is possible. It's just a matter of getting rid of a troublesome old man; these are minor issues, minor issues...
"Your men are really strong!"
The bald middle-aged man suddenly let out a sigh. He had just witnessed Sha Erlang's performance, and his strength was truly formidable, comparable to the top players from other cities.
However, when he thought of this, the bald man's face showed a look of annoyance.
Sigh! I should have listened to Mr. Huang. I must have been out of my mind to buy that trash swordsman. If I had bought that guy, my pockets would be even fuller.
Since there's a competition, betting is inevitable, and the God Battle is no exception. Even though this is still a qualifier and not the main tournament with higher viewership, there's still a lot of money to be made.
Therefore, the bald man deeply regretted his decision. If he had bet on Sha Erlang to win, he would have made a fortune by now.
Fortunately, he didn't bet much on Prada, otherwise he would have lost a lot of money instead of making any, which would have been heartbreaking for him.
But what hurts even more than losing money is seeing others make money.
The bald man hadn't forgotten the way the squinty-eyed fat man had just taken the money; that was truly...
"Brother Huang, you really have a strategic vision. Next time there's an event where you can make a lot of money, you must take me with you! I'll treat you to drinks when I make some!"
"Haha, it's fine."
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the bald man left, as he had important business to attend to as an official of the Cactus Arena.
At the same moment, the Shah King and his son also slowly approached.
"Hey! Yellow-skinned pig, have you made a lot of money? Everyone who sees this gets a share!"
tread!
The Sand King leaped down from Sand Erlang's shoulder, and looking at the squinty-eyed fat man's smiling face, the Sand King couldn't help but narrow his eyes as well...
I can smell it...
The smell of money!
"Although I really want to give it to you, this money isn't mine, so I'm sorry."
"Are you kidding me? Isn't the money you earned yours? If you're going to lie, at least come up with a better excuse! Hand it over now, the fact that you can make money is thanks to my son!"
"I don't need much from you, just give me 90%, and the remaining 10% is your hard-earned reward."
The King of Sha naturally did not believe this explanation. As he spoke, he moved closer to the squinty-eyed fat man, clearly intending to extort money from him.
"Eh!"
"That's not true. To be honest, I only have the right to use the money I earn. The ownership still belongs to Your Majesty. So if you really want the money, you still have to ask Your Majesty for it."
Seeing the Sand King approaching, the squinty-eyed fat man dodged him in a flash.
"you!"
Seeing this guy bring up the king, the Sand King wanted to say something but couldn't, after all, he was the commander-in-chief of this operation.
"If you're not going to give it, then don't. Why bring up the king? You're such a cheapskate..."
With things having come to this point, the Shah King could only give up, after all, he had no right to go against this guy.
"Hmph! Even if you don't give it to me, I can find a way to make money. Come on, son! Let's go out and make some money with your dad."
"Good dad."
As they were talking, King Sha climbed onto Sha Erlang's shoulder again and made a face at the squinty-eyed fat man.
The two people who were walking further and further away from him did not stop them in any way, but only said one sentence as they were about to leave:
"Remember, don't cause trouble. If you do, I will report it to the King."
Upon hearing this, the Sand King visibly trembled, but he said nothing, only turning around and giving the middle finger.
The squinty-eyed fat man was left alone in the corridor. After a moment of silence, he slowly took out a few large-denomination sand coins from his pocket.
What would you like to drink today...?
..................
On an incredibly luxurious bed lay a handsome young man, fast asleep. The room was pitch black, except for the glittering collection.
It's worth mentioning that the boy seemed to be holding something in his hands, and even when he was asleep, he wouldn't let go of it.
"No...don't...don't take it away..."
"Who...are you...? No...you can't take it away..."
"This is mine..."
The boy kept talking in his sleep, and his brows and face began to furrow.
"what!!!"
Suddenly, the boy screamed and sat bolt upright. His chest heaved slightly, and his forehead was covered in sweat. Combined with his panting and terrified expression, it was clear that he was having a nightmare.
After catching his breath, he immediately looked to the side and found an oval-shaped object, which finally put his mind at ease.
"It's still there...it's good that it's still there..."
The boy clutched the object tightly to his chest, the whispers from his recent dream still echoing in his ears, making him breathe even more heavily.
Who is he? Why did he steal my things? Doesn't he know who I am?
This boy was none other than Jiga, the second prince of the Sand Kingdom, and the item in his hand was naturally the Ear-Listening Wrath. Awakened from a nightmare, he couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.
In the dream just now, a person whose face was unclear snatched his treasure. Jiga didn't know who he was, only that he was holding a long stick.
But! No one, no matter who they are, is allowed to touch his treasures!
Thinking of this, Ji Jia's eyes turned fierce, and he immediately took out his Earring Wrath and began to play it. As the demonic sounds emanated, Earring Wrath also began to emit an eerie light.