"Sell cut cakes!"

"Sell cut cakes!"

"Fresh Dark City specialty cheese, good quality and low price, you can eat it if you want!"

A middle-aged man with obscene eyes, his sturdy left hand pushing a small cart, and his calloused right hand holding a sharp kitchen knife, on which there are some residual cake stains, at first glance, it is daunting.

His name is Ventai, one of the few powerhouses in the Afalia camp who can compete with the Golden Pot.

The left hand is probably because of the iron sand palm that is often practiced, and there is a faint natural momentum, and people give the title of "Ben Thunder Hand".

The right hand with the knife has the skill of cutting cheese, and the place where the short pound is less than two is not ambiguous.

When the local people see the banner of Wentai from afar, they will avoid it, lest they get into trouble.

However, a group of people not far away, walking slowly, were as if no one was around.

Yang Jian, who combed his coquettish hairstyle, wore sunglasses, and was dressed in a suit, holding a sharp fruit knife in his hand, playing with interest, glancing around from time to time, and didn't seem to notice Wentai's existence at all.

I saw Hans in a fighting shirt on his left, and Bob on his right with a big muscle on his upper body.

It seems that he is a real tyrant!

Wen Tai's eyes lit up suddenly, and he hurriedly pushed the cart towards Yang Jian and his party.

"Hey", Wentai shouted loudly, "that rich and handsome man over there".

As if hearing someone shouting to himself, Yang Jian took off his sunglasses, looked at Xia Wentai casually, and then frowned.

"Who is coming, and who dares to disturb Brother Jian's Yaxing?"

Bob stopped Wentai with one hand.

"Brother Jian is good", Wentai looked at Yang Jian with a smile.

"Xiao Ke has the best Dark City specialty cheese here, do you want to try it?"

He had already made a calculation, as long as this big guy asked for a few catties, he would open several times the price.

"Huh?" , Yang Jian seemed slightly interested.

"This cheese looks good."

"How much do you want?"

Wentai was overjoyed, how could the duck in his hand fly.

Yang Jian looked up at the weather and didn't seem to care.

He casually pulled out a piece of paper from his clothes, then a pen.

Hans took the pen and paper and handed it to Wentai.

Wentai looked happy and hurriedly took it.

"Since this local tyrant wants to save face, it's no wonder that I hurt the killer", he muttered to himself.

This paper has a delicate and smooth feel, and the end is made of stigmata silk produced in the sky city.

When I unfolded the paper, I saw that it was printed with several large characters of the Royal Bank of Belmar, and it was also stamped with the royal seal.

This means that as long as the amount is filled, it will be effective immediately, and it will be guaranteed in the name and credibility of the royal family.

There are only two kinds of people who can get this promissory note issued by the royal family: one is a relative of the royal family, and the other is a spokesman for the royal family.

Wentai looked at the line of money with trembling hands, a full nine-digit column.

In other words, hundreds of millions of dollars can be guaranteed.

"Poof", his face was like ash, his legs were weak, and he fell to his knees.

"The little one ... I don't know Mount Tai with eyes. . . My lord... Please Haihan".

There were more and more onlookers at the scene, and people were talking.

"Hurry up and report to Lord Pot", someone winked in the crowd.