"What do you say? We are not eligible for the bonus? Hearing what the man across from her said, Wendy's entire face was filled with shock.

"That's right, even if your brave and tough team wins the championship of the team competition, you won't have a share of the prize money." The fat man sitting behind the wide table is none other than Blake Water, the organizer of the 37th Sand Crocodile Cup Fighting Tournament and the chairman of Huangtian Blackwater Co., Ltd.

"Who told you to ask for foreign help this time?" Walter brushed his hair that was about to fall out, and his face was full of boredom, "The strength of that player called what S is obviously not at the level that a team like yours can achieve." So even if he wins for you in the end, it has nothing to do with the brave and tough team. ”

"What kind of situation is this!" Wendy immediately shouted in dissatisfaction after hearing the other party's explanation, and the whole person was about to lose control.

"But Mr. Walter, we haven't seen a clause in the rules of the tournament that invites temporary players to get bonuses." As an older sister, Floren is still relatively calm and is still trying to reason with Walter.

"Is it possible for us to put all the rules on such a small piece of paper?" Walter slapped the table dissatisfied, "Anyway, I'm telling you for sure now that it's impossible to get the prize money for the tournament!" This kind of behavior of yours is obviously unfair to other players. ”

"But—"

"I advise you not to continue wasting your time like this. I've run out of patience. Walter waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to listen to the siblings' explanations anymore, "Or do you want to send someone to kick you out?" ”

"Damn! That dead fat man is so arrogant and unreasonable! After walking out of Walter's office, Wendy threw her fist into the air, "If we can't explain it to him, how are we going to explain it to the others when we go back?" ”

"yes, Doose is still waiting for us." Floren sighed, "If he doesn't get the money in time this time, his situation will be dangerous." ”

"Isn't there anyone who can ......" Frustrated, Floren kept her head down the passage, not noticing an approaching figure directly ahead.

After accidentally bumping into the tall figure, Floren hurriedly raised her head, and then froze.

Standing in front of her at this time was a middle-aged man with a burly figure beyond the scope of ordinary humans.

He was at least two and a half meters tall, and a huge coat was draped over his broad shoulders, which swayed behind him like a robe. The black hair was shiny and shiny with a high back, a pair of dead fish eyes that defied everything beneath the broad forehead, and a scar on the bridge of the nose that was stitched across the entire cheek.

On his right hand, which was knuckle-thick, was filled with ornate jewels, and where his left hand should have been, there was a huge glittering golden hook with a dangerous glow from the sharp end.

Seeing this figure with an incomparably strong sense of presence in front of her, Floren couldn't help but exclaim:

"Mr. Crockdahl!"

"It's Boss Crockdahl!" Wendy, who was walking behind, found the figure in front of her and suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Wendy, Floren, it's the two of you." The figure known as Crockdahl lowered his head slightly and looked down, a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth, "What, is there anything going on here at this time?" ”

"Great, just in time to meet you, boss!" Wendy, who ran into Crockdahl, rushed to his side eagerly as if she had seen a life-saving straw, "We were just cheated by that Blackwater's Walter!" Now you are the only one who can do justice for us! ”

"Oh? What is it, can you tell me about it? Crockdahl still had an unfathomable expression on his face, and he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart.

"That's about the prize money for the team competition." Floren said intermittently.

"I see, this matter really needs to be discussed. I also have some things to explain to you. Crockdahl lit a thick cigar for himself, "Otherwise, how about going to my lodgings and talking carefully?" ”

"Really? Thank you so much, Boss! Wendy bowed gratefully, completely oblivious to a distorted glint in Crockdahl's eyes.

Riding in a limousine to Krockdahl's apartment on the top of the hill, the siblings sighed as they looked out the window at the tall building.

"It's really magnificent, worthy of the crocodile boss's house!" As soon as she stepped out of the car, Wendy rushed to the iron fence door and carefully looked at the richly decorated single-family house, her face full of envy.

"Follow me. Let's go inside the house and discuss the specifics. Crockdahl still had an incomprehensible expression on his face, and his cigar mouth was constantly puffing out large puffs of smoke, as if he was thinking about something.

After passing through a wide hall and walking down a narrow corridor to the end, Crockdahl finally stopped at a staircase and turned towards Wendy and Floren.

"The reason why I have called you here this time is because I want you to be able to listen to what I am going to say quietly and not be disturbed by others." In the process of swallowing the clouds, Crockdahl said in a deep voice, "After completing our exchange, I also hope that you can accurately convey my meaning to your companions. ”

"No problem, Boss!" Wendy immediately agreed, "Feel free to ask for anything." ”

"Haha, yes." Crockdahl's face, covered in smoke, was completely invisible.

"I want to say that not only will you not be able to get the prize money this time, but you will also be ineligible for it in all future competitions."

"What, what?" Wendy didn't react to what Crockdahl said for a moment, "Boss, what do you mean—"

"Because you are no longer needed by this sand crocodile estate. You are no longer eligible to participate in future competitions, and you are not eligible to stay here. Crockdahl took a deep puff on his cigar, "I hope you and your companions will be able to leave my territory as soon as possible." Preferably tomorrow. ”

"Why is this happening?!" Hearing this, Wendy still looked incredulous, "Boss, are you kidding us?" ”

"Because you're no longer of any use to me." Crockdahl slowly turned his back to the two of them, "What do you think I started the Sand Crocodile Manor and held this fighting tournament for?" Of course, interests, all kinds of interests, wealth, power, fame, and power. ”

"In the early days of the tournament, we couldn't attract enough spectators and mutants, so we had to find a lot of imps like you to enter the manor and participate in my fighting tournament. And now, my goal has been accomplished, a large number of powerful mutants have joined my team, and the required funds are basically raised, so what's the use of keeping your half-crippled tools? ”

Crockdahl spread his hands out towards the window.

"So I think it's time to give you up.