Two million 850,000 is something that some people may not earn in their lifetime. But Mu Yang distributed them all like candy.

Because he knew that what he was going to do next was worth far more than two million eight hundred and fifty thousand.

Mu Yang walked into the most distinguished box in the Yellow Light District. The moment he entered, someone behind him immediately closed the door. Four black holes in the barrels of the gun, and at the same time pressed against his forehead.

Mu Yang raised his head and looked at the center of this box, which was also the real controller of the Yellow Light District, Mr. K.

It was a middle-aged man under the age of fifty, with a gentle appearance and no murderous aura. Full of silver hair, fresh hair. At this moment, he was sitting in the red couch, sinking into it in a casual and comfortable posture, shaking the red vodka in his hand, and curiously looking at Mu Yang who entered the box.

Behind him stood dozens of bodyguards, each with a bulging waist and a pistol.

"Don't pretend, who sent you? Lame person? Cap？ Or is it a gang out of town? A short man who held a gun to Mu Yang's head said viciously.

Mu Yang didn't even bother to look back at him: "Don't be tempted." I have limited time, and Mr. K has limited time. ”

"Give him a psychiatric instrument." The other man in black said coldly.

A silver metal helmet was quickly lifted up and placed on Mu Yang's head, and the other end of the lines on the metal helmet was fixed in the hands of a telekinesis. This is how the psychiatric device works, and when the subject speaks, the telekinesis can sense whether he is lying or not through the fluctuations of his will. The accuracy rate is dozens of times higher than that of ordinary polygraphs.

"Let me ask you again, are you a cripple, a Cap, or a gang out of town?"

"It's not."

Several black-clothed men looked at the telekinesis, and the telekinesis made a gesture to them, signaling that Mu Yang was telling the truth.

"Do you know the Cripple, the Cap, the Out-of-town, or any of the other gangsters?"

"I don't know."

Still true.

"What are you here for?"

"Talk about business. and Mr. K. ”

Truth.

"Do you have any ill will towards Mr. K, or the yellow light district here?"

"Nope."

Truth.

"The last question, who are you? What is the origin? ”

Mu Yang was silent for a moment.

The muzzle of the gun slammed into the wall behind him: "Hurry up!" ”

Mu Yang replied, "I'm from the Waste Star. ”

"Stowaways?"

"You can understand it that way."

The man in black and the telekinesis exchanged glances, still not noticing anything.

Several muzzles were withdrawn from the top of his head. The man known as Mr. K sat up from the soft sofa and leaned forward, indicating his interest in observing Muyang further:

"I heard that there is a new guest downstairs who has paid for everyone's bill tonight, with two million eight hundred and fifty thousand? To be honest, even I haven't done anything like that. So when I heard that you were going to see me, I thought about it and decided to give you a chance. Take a look at what young people are thinking today. ”

Mu Yang replied: "I want to be the same as the older generation, to be kind, rich, healthy and long-lived." ”

"Hahahaha, interesting, should be rewarded." Mr. K burst out laughing. A man in black beside him poured a glass of vodka and pushed it down in front of Mu Yang. But Mu Yang didn't reach out to pick it up.

Mr. K glanced at his watch: "Let's get down to business." Since you can even show 2.85 million without blinking your eyes, I will acquiesce that the value of this matter you talked to me is far more than 2.85 million. You only have five minutes, don't let me down. Lad. ”

Mu Yang: "A pen, a piece of paper." ”

Immediately someone brought paper and pens.

Mu Yang wrote a line on the paper, tore it off, and handed it to Mr. K. A man in black passed it on his behalf and placed it in front of Mr. K.

Mr. K took a look. Mu Yang said: "I heard that in this area, only you have the ability and ability to get this kind of thing. I dare to make a deal with you. This, how much you have, how much I receive. ”

Mr. K clasped his hands together and his ten fingers joined together. The gesture indicates that he is contemplating. The two were silent for a moment, and Mr. K was the first to speak: "This is a government banned drug." Let's be honest. Once discovered, it will be worn in prison. ”

Mu Yang knew that what the other party wanted was nothing more than a trick like bargaining. He spoke directly: "Let's talk about the price." ”

Mr. K held out five fingers: "I can get you 500 grams in a month, but I need this number." ”

Million.

Mu Yang shook his head: "This price is definitely not good." ”

A man in black next to Mr. K immediately threw the glass on the ground: "Damn, don't come to talk about business if you don't have money!" Can't get five million? Then you still talk about a P? ”

Mu Yang smiled: "Of course five million can't do it. I can give you 10 million, but the requirements are that the things must be good. Second, the source should be clean, and even if there is any trouble, don't involve me. May I? ”

All the men in black were slightly stunned, and even Mr. K changed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him again.

Why, in recent years, there are still customers who take the initiative to ask the seller to raise the price? And at one time directly doubled? Who is the buyer and who is the seller?

It's a strange thing.

Fortunately, Mr. K has experienced and spicy, and he has never dealt with any kind of people. He immediately reacted, clapping his hands and laughing: "Good, good, good." Sure enough, he is a hero since ancient times, and Xiao Zhao's mind and bearing, even I am ashamed of myself. ”

He said three good words in a row, and his surprise was resolved. But at the same time, Mr. K also said the next sentence: "However, I also demand that Xiao Zhao's source of money be equally clean, and if there is any trouble, it can't be involved in my head, okay?" ”

He began to suspect that this newcomer had a large amount of stolen money in his hands, which is why he was so generous.

Mu Yang didn't blink his eyes: "Don't worry, the money I paid you will definitely not cause you any trouble." ”

Mr. K turned his head to look at the telegrapher, who also signaled that there was nothing wrong with him. The spiritual instrument was still on Mu Yang's head, and it was impossible for him to tell a lie.

The black-clothed man next to Mr. K also smiled: "Mr. Zhao is really bold, and I am abrupt in front of me." Since the deal is negotiated so quickly, please follow the rules and pay one-third of it in cash. After a month, we will take the initiative to deliver the things to you, and we will pay the remaining six million after you are satisfied. ”

Mu Yang said: "But, now I don't even have a penny on me." ”