As the second-ranked gang in Yunqing City, it naturally can't get into the eyes of the military, but this doesn't mean that the Black Tiger Gang is a small role, just the big man who sits on the main seat with the big horse golden sword, and a seventh-level cultivation, is enough to crush Han Qingchu and Fang Zhuo.

"We don't have any friendship, if you have something to say, don't waste my time!" Han Qingchu said coldly.

"Yes, happy, a woman I admire. In that case, Qing'er brought the bill!I guess you never counted how many gold coins you borrowed from me, did you?" Chonghei Hu sat up straight, smiling all over his face.

As soon as the words fell, a bewitching woman walked out, holding an account book in her hand and handing it to Han Qingchu.

A woman's appearance is not how to captivate the country and the city, but she is better than having a bewitching look, a big enough chest, a cocked enough buttocks, and enough to wear enough. So as soon as he appeared, he snatched the attention of everyone in the field, and almost all the men stared at every step of it, and even Fang Zhuo subconsciously looked at it twice.

Han Qingchu snorted coldly, gently knocked on Fang Zhuo's waist with a swing of his arm, and then took a step forward with his long legs to get the bill back, but when he saw the account, he subconsciously exclaimed: "How can there be so many?!"

Fang Zhuo looked at Han Qingchu, who was frowning, but only staring at the final number, realizing that this nervous huntress was very likely not very interested in these numbers, so he hesitated, and then said, "Give it to me!"

Hearing this, Han Qingchu hesitated, but still handed it to Fang Zhuo, after all, she knew that she was bad at numbers.

Looking at the counting method and base of the interest rate, Fang Zhuo made a simple estimate, and then looked at Han Qingchu and said, "If the number recorded in this account is correct, then you have indeed borrowed more than four hundred gold coins before and after." ”

The courses of numbers and measurement are all the basic courses of Fang Zhuo in Bailu Academy, of course, the vast majority of children, including Li Wuhu and Li Yu, scoff at such courses.

On this account book, Han Qingchu borrowed a total of more than 200 gold coins three times, plus the interest caused by the interest rate and the various handling fees, adding up to more than 400 gold coins.

"How is it? My Black Tiger Gang has always done things fairly, every account on the books is clear, you don't believe me, you have to trust the little guy next to you, right?" Chong Heihu pulled Qing'er who was standing aside into his arms with one hand, let out a loud laugh, and spoke.

Now that the accounts have been confirmed, Han Qingchu said calmly: "Anyway, what do you want?"

"How about it? Of course, I paid back the account, my Black Tiger Gang does business, and the money lent out has to be recovered with interest, we can't do a loss-making transaction! However, if you really can't pay it back, it doesn't matter, I can go to the second master, or take that group of little guys, and wait for ...... slowly" Chonghei Hu smiled, and said casually.

"You dare, don't even think about it......" This is obviously Han Qingchu's forbidden area!

"Since you don't want to, then we can do it in another way, sign this agreement, and write it off, how about it?" Chongheihu said coldly, but only Qing'er, who was lying in his arms, knew the excitement of stroking the big hand on her waist.

With Chongheihu's gesture, the man in black, who seemed to have been prepared, gave another piece of paper.

Bloody duel, Margaery!

Looking at the few words on the agreement, coupled with the actions that Chonghei Tiger thought were hidden, Fang Zhuo finally understood Chongheihu's true intentions.

The Margaret of Yunqing City and the underground gladiatorial arena of Xuancheng belong to the same kind, but they are indeed open, and they have always been in the hands of the two major gangs in the city, and the excitement of facing blood and violence is very popular for the city that sticks to the front line of the demon clan at this moment.

This kind of dark and bloody duel, because there is no limit, so once the difference in strength between the two sides is too large, it is difficult to guarantee what will happen. Once a beautiful contestant appears, it will become an open and irregular*.

Even sometimes, in order to increase attendance, a group of female contestants will be invested in the Black Tiger Gang, which is behind the scenes, to stimulate the enthusiasm of the audience. A beautiful woman like Han Qingchu, who is hot, strong and famous, will inevitably cause madness once she participates, and people are very eager to see any "unexpected situations" or "entertainment programs".

At that time, it was easy to increase the ticket price by five or six times each.

"Three bloody fights can be exchanged for a write-off, it seems that I am worth a lot!" Han Qingchu looked at the agreement in his hand and said coldly.

"Not high, not high, not high at all!" Chonghei Hu smiled, his eyes flashing with desire, but most of them were the desire for the gold coins behind this thing.

After flashing some faces, Han Qingchu's face changed, he reached out and took out his pen, and said fiercely: "I'll sign!"

It's just that the pen didn't fall, but was grasped by a slender and white hand.

Han Qingchu turned his head and looked at Fang Zhuo, puzzlement flashed in his eyes.

Fang Zhuo didn't explain, took the agreement and the pen together, then reached out and took out a dark gold short gun, gently pushed it onto the table in front of Chongheihu, and said lightly: "This gun belongs to you, and the account book belongs to me, how about writing off this account?"

Fang Zhuo's tone was flat and unquestionable, Chonghei Hu was stunned for a moment, but when Fang Zhuo saw the "Grim Reaper" on the table in front of him, he withdrew Qing'er in his arms, threw himself on the table and picked up the "Grim Reaper" to examine it carefully, and even looked at the magazine and tested the conversion system.

After a long time, he slowly put it down, nodded and said: "Yes, it turned out to be a fourth-level Force gun with the fine craftsmanship of the Demon Clan, even if it is the heirs of the upper continent, this gun is reasonable!"

But then his voice changed, his body leaned forward slightly, and he just stared at Fang Zhuo and said, "But, who said it was yours?" I have a friend who just lost a Force Gun before, and it seems that it is also a master-level product of the Demon Clan. ”

"Oh, that's a coincidence, it turns out that the friend of the Chong Gang Master is a demon warrior. Fang Zhuo said lightly.

But this is not a good word, any human race dares to have anything to do with the demon race, it is a great crime of treason.

Chongheihu scolded, and said viciously: "Boy, you want to buckle the basin on my head, when Lao Tzu was fighting on the front line, you were not born yet!"

"Don't talk about these useless things, what about my proposal just now?"

"Hehe, since I'm not sure if it's my friend's, of course I need to hand it over to him for verification, let's go, I'm giving you three days!" Chonghehu waved his hand, and he was about to pocket the "Grim Reaper" on the table, but suddenly felt an extremely rich killing intent that pierced the Heavenly Spirit Gai appeared in the back of his head, and the whole movement stopped instantly.

On the other side was a fifth-level hunter, with a sixth-level cultivation that was extremely strong.

Chonghei Hu slowly raised his head, but found that this killing intent did not come from Han Qingchu, but the big boy he had always thought was just an entourage, and he really ignored it before, this is not a normal phenomenon.

In the face of this wisp of killing intent that seemed to be substantial, Chongheihu's pupils shrank, and under the two continuous stimuli, Chongheihu's deliberately arrogant and rude posture was swept away, just staring at Fang Zhuo in front of him quietly.

"Chongheihu, don't you give a shame?!" A sound of pulling the bolt sounded, Fang Zhuo sighed, Han Qingchu's words can be regarded as completely disrupting the situation. It's just that the effect may be the opposite.

"Yo, if you want to do something on my Black Tiger Gang's territory, just come, if you can kill me, count me as losing!" Chong Heihu sat back on the sofa with a relaxed expression and said leisurely.

In this way, there are some real "difficult to ride a tiger"! Making a move here is tantamount to looking for death, and what Han Qingchu has in his hand is still the reformed * weapon, which is naturally a sharp weapon to deal with the fighting mob, but for a strong person of the level of the Black Tiger, it is just an itch!

Once a gun is fired here, the consequences are self-evident.

Fang Zhuo stretched out his hand, steadily pressed down the * weapon, looked at the Black Tiger and slowly spoke: "This is the rule of the Black Tiger Gang?"

"The rules of my Black Tiger Gang are that they will not let people hold guns to their heads, and those who dare to do this have their heads already screwed off by us!"

"In that case, then this gun will be exchanged for a month with you, Chong Gang Master, I don't think this is too much, can there be?" Fang Zhuo glanced at the Grim Reaper on the table, and this opening was equivalent to giving the Grim Reaper to the other party.

"Haha, of course there can be, then I won't send the two, how can I see you in a month!" Chonghei Hu patted his thigh and laughed and agreed.

"But, then ......" Han Qingchu still wanted to say something, but Fang Zhuo shook his head, stretched out a hand, and pulled her out irreversibly like steel poured, Han Qingchu didn't realize that this power actually crushed himself with a sixth-level cultivation.

The men around him all looked incredible, and this Han Qingchu in front of him was one of the main targets of Chongheihu, so they also knew a little bit about Han Qingchu, so they naturally knew her character. Who has ever seen Han Qingchu be persuaded by anyone?! Not to mention that he is still a kid who doesn't look big.

Han Qingchu didn't know the background of the dark gold firearm on the table, but she was also a firearms expert, and at a glance, the value of this firearm had to be at least several times higher than her own debt, but now she gave it to the other party almost for nothing, how is this good?

I can't say it, I'm going to have to trouble the Bounty Hunters Guild to get involved!

"Wait!" A deep voice came out from behind him, and Han Qingchu, who was halfway away, was like a fried tiger in an instant, his body fluctuated with the force, and he slowly spoke: "What do you want to do?"

At this time, Chonghei Hu had no doubt that once he made any moves beyond the boundary, it would inevitably provoke a thunderous version of the attack. But obviously this is not his purpose, Chonghei Tiger held the "Grim Reaper" in his hand, and said lazily: "For the sake of this Grim Reaper's face, your interest is waived, as long as you return the principal to me on time, we'll see you in a month!"

Han Qingchu's momentum suddenly suffocated, this was obviously unexpected, but Fang Zhuo took a deep look at Chongheihu, and then pulled her to turn around and leave.

"Why ......"

"There is no reason, only what the Black Tiger Gang does seems to be in line with the rules, then the Bounty Hunters Guild has no reason to interfere!" Fang Zhuo interrupted Han Qingchu's words and explained.

"It seems that those who can do that position are all old and spicy guys, and there are no fools!" Fang Zhuo sighed, Chonghei Hu looked like he had taken the initiative to give up some of his interests, but he firmly pinched out the possibility of the second master reaching out!

This hungry tiger is greedy but spicy!