"Well, Mr. Corey, we usually have to collect money after we kill someone." Zach said as he looked seriously into Cory's eyes.

"Then today is an exception, no money will be charged after killing." Corey said as he took a deep puff on his cigar.

……

This scruffy-looking middle-aged man has deep eyes that don't match his appearance, and when he stares at others, it seems as if he wants to see you through, and you can't tell whether he is benevolent or malicious just by looking at him.

Corey likes to smile and stare at the person in front of him, at first you may think that this thin-haired uncle is quite kind, but once this gaze is maintained for more than twenty seconds, the person being stared at will have a chilling feeling.

At least a nervous perceptual waste like Zack can feel it, but this dead house is not a guy who only calls the wind and rain on the computer and is useless in reality, at least in the last chapter, when Luo habitually remained silent, Zach communicated well with Corey, and it seems that the effect is quite good.

This is something that Law did not expect.

Maybe Zach didn't think of it himself.

In addition to eating junk food, he is also quite good at negotiating.

……

Zach smiled and nodded on the surface, but in fact, in his brain, which had a different circuit structure than ordinary people, was frantically calculating what the bald middle-aged man in front of him wanted to do.

Zach hadn't investigated any previous conventions about a fight before such a trade, so it could be understood that this was a whim from Corey.

As for why he did this, Zach is not very clear.

So he made a very wise decision.

Zach turned his head to look at Law.

It just so happened that Luo also glanced at him.

Then he nodded.

Without thinking about it, Zach turned his head directly to Corey and said:

"You're in a life-and-death match, and we agreed, Mr. Corey."

"Very good, very refreshing." The smile on Corey's lips raised an arc.

Corey looked at Zach and then at Law.

And Luo asked lightly:

"Who?"

……

What he meant was very clear.

You said you had to kill someone to make a deal, so let's kill someone.

Kill whom?

Professionally, Rowe is definitely a professional.

The most professional kind.

……

"Well, come over here."

Corey stood up and walked to a transparent glass wall in the office, through which he could see all the people in the club who were training, so to speak.

So, the next thing is to wait for Corey to indicate that the unlucky guy who is present is going to be chosen.

Rowe and Zach also stood up and followed Corey to the glass wall.

"See the guy who threw the punching bag in the octagonal cage?"

Cory tucked a cigar between his fingers and pointed to an octagonal ring in an MMA arena not far ahead.

In the middle of the ring, a large man with white hair was blasting at the humanoid sandbags.

All kinds of wrestling and locking techniques, sandbags smashed into the ring, smashing out bursts of muffled sounds.

It also looks like a monster with well-developed limbs and strong energy.

"From a business point of view, that person is also one of my clients, both in terms of martial arts training and munitions...... Just like the arms deal in this area that I monopolized, he basically wiped out all the underground gyms here, and as one of my customers, he has become a little less cooperative lately, and the weapons he bought from me are actually used against my people. ”

"So, although the customer is God, it is clear that he is not as amiable as God now, so you better help me send this God back to heaven."

"Of course, if you can beat him."

Corey said slowly.

"So, as long as we send this white-haired guy to heaven, the deal can go smoothly, right?" Zach asked again.

"That's what I mean, and I think I'm very clear." Corey said.

"Okay." Zach nodded.

Without a trace, he propped up the frame of his glasses, and some of the data analysis popped out of the lenses that could only be seen from his point of view.

The scanning system captured the facial features of the white-haired man, quickly identified the person, and through data comparison, came up with tons of data analysis from the database, even including what the person had bought at the convenience store downstairs two hours ago, all of which appeared in Zack's field of vision.

"Jesse, Jesse Custer, right?"

Zach looked at the pile of data in his field of vision.

It seems that what Corey said is not too far from the truth, because this guy named Jessica Caster is indeed the owner of the largest underground gym in the area that spans multiple cities.

And more recently, he has begun to extend his hand to other industries.

Other industries that Jessica Caster has never touched before.

For example, munitions.

So, it's not hard to understand why Corey would want to get rid of his former big customer.

When a person blocks his way of wealth, even if it is a god, he can't let it go......

"ROX34 glasses? It's a good thing to use, it's a little heavier, but you don't have to worry about the bridge of your nose being crushed. ”

Corey didn't look back, he looked at Zack behind him on the glass wall, and said lightly.

"It's all recognizable to you, Mr. Corey has a good eye, I have remodeled the shape of the glasses and removed all the brand identification logos." Zach said with some surprise.

"It's not the shape of the glasses, it's the action you hold the glasses, it's obviously the standard operation of this glasses, if you don't want to be found like this, it is recommended that you go back and change the operating system, change the action or the angle of the glasses, which should be useful." Corey said with his back to Zack.

"That's a good suggestion." Zach nodded thoughtfully.

"I heard that this thing is going to come out to the thirty-fifth generation, and I want to get one to come and go when the time comes, but to be honest, there is basically no disruptive innovation in each generation of updates, which is very disappointing." Corey said.

"Well, that's right." Zach waved his hand.

These two people have taken the topic to a very strange place with one sentence after another, and I don't know if they are intentional or unintentional, but looking at their expressions, they seem to be very calm.

……

…

"Uh...... Is that your friend? ”

Corey suddenly noticed that there was one person missing from the room.

The young man, who had not spoken more than three words from beginning to end, was nowhere to be seen.

(End of chapter)