Chapter 505

"Solar, Hal, should I be good to you two? Why did you betray me? " Tiram looked at them with a puzzled look.

"Mr. tiram, our relationship is just an employment relationship, and there is no such saying of betrayal," the two fighters are not red hearted and do not jump. "Moreover, our liquidated damages have been paid in full. This gentleman offered to hire us at the price of one hundred billion Mola a a year, which we can't refuse."

"One trillion molas a year?" Hearing this figure, even tiram trembled, which was equivalent to 40 billion molas. He could even buy a level-2 divine power. Who would hire a bodyguard at such a price? Is it too much money or a brain problem?

"But don't worry, Mr. tiram. We have our own professional ethics. Although we have terminated the contract, it won't hurt you. It's just that our boss wants to talk about a business with you now."

"Your boss?" At this time, tiram's eyes fell on Fang jueyu. He was a little relieved. He thought Fang jueyu was looking for trouble.

The real boss behind tiram will not personally sell slaves, so if the slave people want to seek revenge, it must be tiram. Just now he thought Fang jueyu was a person who came to avenge his own people. Now it seems that he is not.

"I'm here to talk about business," tiram sat down again in his position, and a massage sofa made of unknown biological skin slid behind Fang jueyu. "Please sit down, guest."

Fang jueyu sat down. Unexpectedly, the sofa was very comfortable. His muscles were relieved by a slight vibration.

"What's your name, guest?" At ordinary times, tiram would not treat ordinary guests with such a respectful and polite attitude, but now his two bodyguards have turned the water. Fang jueyu's fist is much harder than him. Naturally, he can't use that condescending attitude.

Moreover, when someone makes a move, it is one trillion molas. Such a person has a great source. He can't provoke him, and the boss behind him may not be able to provoke him.

"Host, don't use your real name. Try not to reveal your real information in this black market." Xiao Yi warned.

Although Fang jueyu doesn't have the status of cosmic federal citizen yet, everything should be cautious in this place.

"I see," a funny smile flashed across Fang jueyu's face.

"My name is Ma Yun, from Shenhao civilization."

"What a domineering name," although I don't know what these two words mean, the name is quite powerful to read. As for the God trench civilization, although tiram hasn't heard of it, it should also be a very powerful civilization above level 4?

"Mr. Ma, since you are here to talk about business, you should come with sincerity. Why do you buy my bodyguard in this way?" Tim was a little puzzled. He had offended people before doing business. Are there any people doing business like this in the world?

"Hehe, to be honest with Mr. tiram, I have little courage since childhood. I didn't bring my own bodyguard when I came to the Morar civilization this time. If I came to talk about this business with Mr. tiram alone, I would always feel less secure."

As soon as tiram took a swipe at the corner of his mouth, he bought someone's bodyguard directly because he didn't feel safe? What is this operation?

But it can also be seen from here that the financial resources of this strange young man can not be underestimated.

"Since Mr. Ma is here to talk about business, let's get back to the point. Since Mr. Ma found me here, he must know what business I do."

"Of course, I'm looking for Mr. tiram this time to buy a batch of slaves."

"A batch?" Tiram's eyes brightened. "I don't know what kind of slaves Mr. Ma wants. I don't boast. Let alone the black market. Even there are no slave traders bigger than me on the whole Morar mother planet."

"I want a group of slaves at the level of divine power. I don't know if Mr. tiram sells them here?" Fang jueyu asked directly.

"It's really big business!" When tiram heard these three words, he was inspired. Although the business of the divine power was difficult to do, the profit was the largest. Even the weakest divine power was priced at more than 10 billion cosmic coins.

Cosmic slaves are almost a business without capital. In addition to the relatively high price of slave controllers, the boss behind tiram can earn about 5 billion cosmic coins, and tiram can earn at least hundreds of millions of cosmic coins.

"Mr. Ma, you're looking for the right person for me," said tiram. With a stroke of his finger in the void, a holographic screen was directly drawn in front of Fang jueyu.

"Mr. Ma, there are great differences in the strength of warriors of different cosmic races, and the price will fluctuate greatly. You can choose first. This is the data of all God level slaves in my inventory."

"Oh?" Fang jueyu was really curious about this strange race.

He clicked on a racial message.

The information on the first page is a slave called the wind demon clan. The warrior of the wind demon clan has a slender body and light cyan skin. They grow sharp external bones at their elbows and knees. They are a race that is very good at fighting.

"Host, the wind demon clan is a very famous race. They are found in many regions of the universe. Their combat effectiveness is very strong. Each individual has the peak strength of the source after adulthood."

"We worked hard to cultivate so many energy sources. Are they the peak of energy sources when they grow up? What a darling of God! "

"It's no surprise that some powerful races can even have the strength of the controller when they grow up. Those races are strong and unparalleled!"

"The price is really not cheap!" Fang jueyu glanced. The first-order price of the divine power was 1.2 trillion mora, the second-order price was 2.5 trillion mora, the third-order price was 5 trillion mora, and the fourth-order price was 12 trillion Mora. As for the seventh-order price, it soared to 120 trillion Mora!

"Host, this price is worth it! The warriors of the wind demon clan can surpass one or two small states and draw against the warriors of most races. You can buy them all! Even if it's useless in the future, it's still possible to stay on the earth to protect the safety of the earth. "

"Only 68? So little? " Fang jueyu said, "Mr. tiram, I want all 68 slaves of the wind demon clan."

"All?" Tiram felt that he was about to become a repeater today. Mr. long Aotian spoke surprisingly. He had to make sure again and again.

"The sickle weasel clan wants all 36."

"And 102 slaves of the Baiyu clan."

"These too!"

"All this!"

Fang jueyu slid down page by page. The number of cosmic slaves in tiram's hands was indeed quite large, and the quality was quite high, but the number did not seem to meet Fang jueyu's requirements.

Fang jueyu's two bodyguards and tiram are almost stupid. People come to the slave market to buy cosmic slaves to be servants, bodyguards and thugs. Mr. long Aotian from Japan's civilization comes to wholesale!