"If you want to take it, you'll take it. ”

The young man raised his palm and pushed it outward, and said solemnly: "The money given by Lord Hades will never be taken back. ”

"Then, I decided to give you this money as a filial piety......"

"The prefecture has the rules of the prefecture, I won't give you the money I should take, and I won't take the money that should be given to you. ”

After throwing down the last sentence, the young man led his two companions and turned around and walked into the elevator......

After the three black-clothed young men left, the middle-aged man in the suit picked up the check, and said with emotion: "No wonder the underworld will become a behemoth in the western underground world, the quality of the ghosts in the underworld is really too high." ”

……

At this time, Liu Feng sat in Hank's car and had arrived in front of the oval building in the center of the area.

At the main entrance of this ancient Arabian gladiatorial arena, there is a wooden plaque that is clearly impregnated with the traces of time, and the plaque reads a string of Arabic ...... Slave Auction Venue!

"Everybody, the entrance fee, a thousand dollars per person. ”

When Liu Feng and the five of them walked up the stairs and walked to the front gate, they were stopped by a big man with a beard on his face, who said listlessly: "You have come at the right time today, there will be a female slave gladiatorial competition and auction." With an entrance fee of $1,000 per person, it's not expensive at all. ”

"It's not expensive. ”

Liu Feng smiled slightly, took Yang Shiwen's little hand, walked directly to the door around the beard, and left a sentence, "Hank, I'm here to make money with you today, so you have to pay for the money." ”

"I, okay, I'll pay. Hank was speechless for a moment, but paid the money anyway.

Just when Liu Feng pulled Yang Shiwen into the main gate, three more strong men were walking out, one of them was an Arab strong man, when he walked to Liu Feng's side, his eyes suddenly stared at Yang Shiwen, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Oriental, is this woman your slave? sell it to me, a fixed price, a hundred thousand dollars. ”

When the strong Arab man spoke, a pair of bright eyes seemed to be glued to Yang Shiwen's body, and he even stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips vigorously with greed.

"I'm sorry, she's not my slave. Liu Feng was not angry, because the women who appeared in this kind of place were either extremely powerful or slaves, so Brother Feng explained.

But the Arab strong man obviously didn't believe it, or in the face of Yang Shiwen's goddess-level beauty, even if he was not a slave, he was also a thief.

"200,000, this price is not the bottom, right?" The strong Arab man retracted his squinting gaze and finally looked at Liu Feng.

Brother Feng frowned slightly, and said in a serious tone: "I'll say it one last time, she is not a slave, she is my woman, not for sale." ”

Yang Shiwen, who was standing next to Liu Feng, was already very angry after being said to be a slave, but when she heard Liu Feng say that it was her woman or not for sale, all the anger disappeared, and she took the initiative to hug one of Liu Feng's arms, showing the appearance of a small island Yiren.

"Half a million dollars!"

The strong Arab man also frowned, and said in a threatening tone: "Dongfang, 500,000 is my limit, don't be too greedy, otherwise...... Whew!"

The strong man's words were not completely finished, and he let out a miserable scream, because Yang Shiwen, who looked like a little woman, suddenly picked up her little feet.

A small foot wrapped in black fashionable tassel boots kicked into the crotch of the strong man's pants.

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