The next day, word of Jager's death spread throughout the shopping street.

No one seems to pay attention to how and why Yager died, and everyone in the shopping street only knows that after that, there is one less bully here, and their days are much better, although there is no blatant celebration, but the joy in their hearts is all on their faces.

In other words, Jager is really a cup, he died, and those who were oppressed by him on weekdays rejoiced, but no one who flattered him in every way on weekdays did not do an investigation into his death, it seems, there was no such person, the day after Jager's death, the Fred family sent someone to take over Jager's commercial street.

"Well, that boy doesn't matter, right?" asked McGonagall about the middle-aged man, asking for news from Matt.

"My lord, the mysterious boy is fine, when the Brant of the Fred family went, the mysterious boy was not at home, they just injured the two **** holy kings around the mysterious boy" The middle-aged man replied, and then said, "And the fire set by Brant hasn't burned yet, so don't save the mysterious boy and his men in time"

"Yes," McGonagall nodded.

Suddenly, McGonagall seemed to remember something, and said to the middle-aged man below, "Go and send an invitation to that young man, just say that I invited him to Anne's martial arts competition."

"Ah, what, my lord, this ......" The middle-aged man was taken aback when he heard McGonagall's words, this McGonagall's invitation and the active participation are different in nature, which means that the one invited by McGonagall has taken a big advantage.

"I know what you mean, but to recruit a son-in-law for my daughter, of course I have to recruit the best, that young man, at a young age, has the strength of a first-level saint king, far more than any genius we know"

"Yes, my lord, I also have to admire that young man's talent, in his twenties, he has the strength of a first-level holy king palace, but, my lord, is it unfair for you to do this, in this way, it is ...... for your prestige"

"Prestige, prestige is nothing, since they can undermine fairness through bad means, then I just invited someone, what is it"

The middle-aged man finally stopped talking, and I have to say that McGonagall, as a father, is still doing very well, although there is also the meaning of wooing Matt, but after all, this is just an additional condition? The real starting point is to find a wishful husband for his daughter.

"It's an adult," the middle-aged man said to McGonagall.

Matt couldn't have imagined that he wasn't going to participate in any martial arts competition, but first, because of the martial arts competition, Matt's residence was attacked, and the two were seriously injured, the house was destroyed, and it took Matt a lot of holy crystals to repair, and then, the organizer of the competition, Lord McGonagall, actually sent him an invitation to invite him to participate in the competition.

"What should I do, do I want to participate?" For a while, Matt was a little uncertain.

Don't participate, hehe, Matt didn't think about it, the invitations were all sent, and Matt was indeed ready to participate, so he rushed to the second young master of the Fred family.

Didn't he want to be McGonagall's son-in-law? Didn't he want me not to participate? Okay, I'll make your dream come true, as for how Matt is going to deal with this matter in the end, Matt hasn't thought about it yet, it's a big deal to leave when the time comes, anyway, he has already offended enough people, and he doesn't care about another one.

The news that McGonagall sent an invitation to Matt quickly spread throughout the Blue African Plane, and, according to insiders, it was Master McGonagall's henchmen who sent the invitation.

For a while, Matt was once again the focus of attention.

"Bastard, bastard," Brant roared angrily in his yard.

"Young Master?"

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Between punches and kicks, the principal hurried out.

Brandt was quite angry now, he didn't expect that he was self-defeating, and now he didn't know that Matt didn't plan to participate in the competition before, but now because of his behavior, Master McGonagall completely noticed the young man.

"Check, check for me, must find out his identity?" Brandt shouted with a roar.

"Big brother, are you going to participate in that martial arts competition?" asked little Sheryl cautiously.

"Well, why is it that little Sheryl is not happy when my brother participates in the martial arts competition?" asked Matt with a smile.

"No, it's not, I'm happy"

"I know, my brother is afraid that my eldest brother won't want us in the future," little Sherriman interjected.

"Oh?" Matt looked at little Sheryl, from Sheryl's expression, Matt knew that this was indeed the case, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, my brother won't leave you alone"

"Yes"

Sheryl hugged Matt tightly.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

Finally, the boiling competition that was passed on before finally began.

"Dad, I heard that you invited a teenager to participate in my martial arts competition, what kind of people are ten?" In a small attic at the scene of the competition, Anne was pestering her father.

The idea of recruiting relatives in this competition was proposed by Anne, and naturally, Anne would not let it go.

"Well, yes, he's a nice young man, young, but he's quite strong, so to speak, young and handsome," McGonagall said with a smile.

"Hmph, I've heard that you haven't even found out the identity of the other person, so why do you say that they are young and handsome?" Anne said dissatisfied.

"Eh" was broken in front of her daughter, and McGonagall was a little embarrassed, yes, after so many days, he didn't have any news about Matt, which was really puzzling to him.

Actually, he just didn't dare to think about it, he had doubts about Matt's identity, but what he knew Matt was just an ordinary saint who had just ascended to the Saint Realm for only three years, and he had reached the level of a saint king in three years, which was something that everyone dared not imagine.

"Hmph, I'd like to see what kind of young talent he is," Anne snorted, and then turned away.

Today is the beginning of Miss Anne's competition, and all the young talents who have come from all over the world have gathered here on this day.

In the days before this, it was the registration time for these young talents who came to participate in the competition and the time for the organizers to screen them, and all those who did not meet the requirements were all deleted.

Matt was hand-picked by McGonagall and was not on the list.

With little Sherrill and the two little ones, Matt came to the venue of the competition.

"Hey, didn't you say that all the people who came to participate were between the ages of 20 and 25, and how could there be people who even had children?"

"yes, what's going on?"

"It can't be a lie, right?"

"No, it can't be, it must not have been picked out, forget it, we won't mention it, he will definitely be eliminated immediately"

"Yes, yes, I won't mention it."

Intermittently, finally, all the people who came to participate in the competition and recruitment meeting were gathered, and everyone began to prepare to enter.

"Please be careful, when you enter the meeting, please line up one by one to enter, and take your certificates," one of the guards stood up and shouted.

"Hurry up, we're going to meet Miss Anne," one of the contestants exclaimed.

"You, out," the guard said suddenly, pointing at the contestant.

"Why?"

"Hmph, don't follow the rules"

As he spoke, several guards came up and drove out the person who participated in the competition, and all of a sudden, everyone in the venue was quiet, everyone was here to participate in the competition to recruit relatives, but they didn't want to be driven away before they even played.

"Okay, who else is there now, who is not convinced?"

The whole venue was silent, and as for Matt, he still took the two little ones with little Sheryl, teasing them and laughing.

"Which of them is the boy my father invited?" asked Anne happily on the high platform in the distance, looking at the many people below who had come to participate in the contest and recruiting relatives.

"Uh, this?"

"Say?" asked Anne, impatiently.

"Miss, it's the one, the one with the two children," said the guard beside Anne, who had accompanied the middle-aged man to deliver an invitation to Matt, so Anne brought him over to inquire.

"What, with a child?" Anne saw, not far away, at the end of the crowd, a young man, with two small children, and the others in front of him almost crushed their heads, and he was fine, and there was nothing to do.

"He, how could he, how could a father be like this, to let a man with a child come to my tournament," Anne said with some annoyance.

"No, no, miss, no, that's not his child, it's said to be his two younger siblings," the guard on one side quickly explained, if the eldest lady misunderstood, it wouldn't be good.

"Neither can my brother and sister, but he came to participate in my contest to recruit relatives, and he brought his own brother and sister, don't you see that everyone else is already crowded, and he is still sitting there, motionless" For Matt's attitude, Miss Anne, very unhappy, very dissatisfied.

The guard on the side muttered to himself, "People didn't want to participate in your martial arts competition in the first place, it was your father who pulled them here."

"What did you say?" asked Anne as she heard the guard whisper to herself.

"Ah, I say, that Matt is too ignorant," the guard said quickly.

"Hmph, I'm upset," Anne said angrily.

And Matt didn't know at this time that he had already offended the Russian protagonist this time, as for Matt not to rush in, it's just that Matt was too lazy to go, he could go in anyway, why was he in such a hurry, and with little Sheryl, it just opened their eyes, but they didn't expect to offend people, hey, you said that you were wronged or not.

This book was first published.

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