Chapter 350： Is it not too much to charge some interest?

Chapter 350 Is it not too much to charge some interest?

"benefit…"

Anderson was slightly taken aback.

He didn't expect the other party to ask such a question.

But soon, Andersson reacted, showing an expression of course.

"May I ask Mr. Jack what you need, you can tell me and listen... If you agree to join the evening tea party, we will try our best to satisfy you."

Chen Lun grinned, raised his eyelids and said:

"Since you are an organization of extraordinary people of the destiny path, you must have relatively complete extraordinary knowledge of the destiny faction?"

Anders understood clearly.

Jack Speight was born as an extraordinary person in the wild. Although he later joined the Mutual Aid Murder Club, it was the base camp of the extraordinary who conspired through it. It is reasonable for him to lack the knowledge of follow-up promotion.

That's fine, as long as the other party asks, then things will be easy...

Andersson thought so.

"Of course, as long as you agree to join us, then I will personally deliver the extraordinary knowledge of [Sequence 5 - Juggler] to you as a gift..."

'really have…'

Chen Lun changed his mind and already had a plan.

He pretended to be happy and clapped his hands together.

"This is really great! I'm missing follow-up extraordinary knowledge!"

"It's a win-win situation, Mr. Jack."

Anderson smiled in relief.

"How do I join you? Verbal promise or sign a document?"

Chen Lun changed the subject and asked aloud.

Andersson coughed twice in embarrassment, and explained:

"Of course it's the signing of the ceremony contract. Only under the witness of the high-ranking people, the members of the tea party will not betray at will... As the leader of the circus, you should not be unaware of this."

"Well, that makes sense."

Chen Lun nodded in agreement.

At the same time, his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to maximize the benefits.

Anderson flicked his finger, a red ball flew out, and suddenly exploded. The gorgeous dust that exploded was scattered in the air, forming a contract text full of mysterious words and patterns.

"This is the 'numerical contract' left by the president. After signing the name, one's own destiny will be closely linked with the evening tea party..."

Looking at this contract, Chen Lun faintly felt that the person it pointed to was a high-ranking person of fate.

And make him very familiar.

'This breath...how is it a bit like Howard? ! '

He had strong doubts and vigilance in his heart, so he said to Andersson calmly:

"May I ask, who is the president of the expensive tea party?"

Inexplicable emotions flashed in Andersson's heart.

Almost everyone at the tea party knew that Jack’s fate had been manipulated by the chairman, but Jack, who was a character in the play, was ignorant of the truth like all the poor people who have been manipulated by fate.

He felt that the scene in front of him was quite dramatic, so he said naturally:

"Mr. Howard."

Andersson looked at Jack with a blank face, and continued to explain with a smile:

"He is a lofty saint of destiny, only one step away from the rank of angel... It's a pity that the president is not at the tea party for the time being, otherwise he will be very happy to know that you joined."

"So that's how it is. I didn't expect Gui Tea Club to have such a rich heritage!"

Chen Lun pretended to be astonished without knowing it.

But inside he was sneering.

Anderson never imagined that he had already learned the truth from Maggie, the cat god, and knew clearly that Howard was the mastermind behind his fate!

‘It turns out that the evening tea party is his organization...’

Chen Lun thought to himself.

'And the guys under him still want to play me for a fool. Although they haven't revealed their plan with the Black Knife Brotherhood from the beginning to the end, once I sign this contract, it is equivalent to living and dying with the evening tea party... At that time, we will have to put water in the seat competition, and even backstab the club to help the Brotherhood of the Black Knife become an Orthodox church. '

He slowly raised his hand, preparing to sign the contract.

Andersson's smile became more obvious, and Weiss's face, which was originally distorted by the backlash, became more ferocious, and a smug flash of pride flashed in his eyes.

'Howard...'

Chen Lun secretly sneered.

‘It’s not too much for me to charge some interest. '

His movements froze, and his fingers stopped in mid-air.

Anderson's smile was slightly stiff, and he asked with some doubts:

"What's wrong? Mr. Jack?"

"Did you send two people over to negotiate with me at the tea party?"

Chen Lun asked curiously.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in Andersson's heart, and Weiss beside him frowned.

"Why are you asking this? Do you think our tea party doesn't pay enough attention to you?"

Wess endured the headache and the resentment in his heart, and gritted his teeth.

"Hurry up and sign the contract, so we can go back and report..."

Andersson only felt the blood rushing up, wishing he could strangle this idiot to death on the spot.

It is obvious that something is wrong when the other party asks this question, and now they are revealing the details of their own side, is it because they are impatient? !

as predicted.

Andersson noticed that Jack had a strange smile on his face.

"You guys are nice."

The other party said so.

"Since you're here, don't leave..."

In the calm words, there is a deep indifference.

Anderson's face changed drastically.

Boom!

A violent explosion suddenly occurred.

Andersson immediately threw two juggling balls, one yellow and one black, the yellow one exploded, and the black one spewed out thick smoke, blocking sight.

"Tsk tsk... almost ruined Floy's beloved garden, you guys are really damned!"

Jack's voice came from the smoke.

Anderson supported Weiss with a dignified face, and suddenly found that the surrounding environment had changed, the surroundings were covered with a layer of fuzzy blue, and the scene looked a little distorted.

They were dragged into the spirit world!

When exactly...? !

Andersson's pupils shrunk.

"You bastard! Not only did you reject our kindness, but you dare to do it?!"

Weiss' eyes were red, and he yelled angrily, suppressing his headache.

He also cursed a few times.

The gentleman in the black hat slowly walked out of the smoke and stood not far from the two of them, his body unscathed.

"You're not doing anyone any good, Mr. Jack."

Anderson said in a deep voice.

"How could it be no good?"

Chen Lun was a little surprised, and spoke slowly.

"Zhengchou has no evidence to prove that you and the Brotherhood of the Black Knife are mixed together. It must be a great credit for you to arrest and send them to the Knights of the Round Table now... I really want to thank you for sending them to your door."

"you…?!"

Anderson froze for a moment.

His face was full of disbelief.

The other party actually knew it!

How did he know? !

**** it…

It turns out that everything is under the control of the other party, and the negotiations just now were all acting, and they were telling their own words!

Anderson almost vomited blood from depression.

Meanwhile, Weiss on the side was obviously not as tolerant as him, and the feeling of being teased made the young man yell at him.

"You **** pig! Trash!"

Wes blushed and showed veins.

"It's just a plaything in the hands of the president, but you dare to be so arrogant! What do you want? Capture us? It's ridiculous! Everyone is a destiny path extraordinary person, why do you think you can catch us?!"

He pointed at Chen Lun, and said to Anderson beside him in a dark voice:

"He's just a Sequence 6! Mr. Andersson, let's join hands to suppress him! This can save a piece of extraordinary knowledge, can't it? It's such a simple thing, this guy shouldn't be given a chance in the first place!"

Unexpectedly, Andersson ignored him at all, and instead stared at the black-hat gentleman solemnly, with deep fear in his eyes.

Chen Lun looked indifferent, glanced at Weiss who was out of breath, and chuckled lightly.

"It turns out that this is your confidence. No wonder only two people dare to set foot on my territory... What you rely on is the long-distance transmission of the [trapeze], and you feel that you can leave at any time."

Weiss snorted coldly and continued to curse.

Chen Lun shook his head and looked at the other party with great interest.

"Why don't you try? See if you can leave now?"

He spread his hands.

Andersson was shocked all over.

He looked around again and observed carefully, but his heart became more and more frightened. Because he discovered that the distorted horizons in the spiritual world area he was in were not normal, but actually a kind of distortion of space...

The space in this field has been disturbed!

Andersson tried to use cloud leap and teleportation, but he couldn't do it at all!

Their escape route is blocked!

"Shut up!"

Andersson yelled at Weiss.

The latter froze for a moment, not knowing why Mr. Andersson was so furious.

"Mr. Jack, we have no intention of being your enemy."

He said in a deep voice.

"Let us go, this matter ends here."

Chen Lun shook his head.

"Let me see, as the vice-chairman of the Evening Tea Party, what's so special about [Sequence 5 - Juggler]!"

After he finished speaking, several cards and throwing knives flew out with a wave of his hand.

Whoo, whoo, whoo...!

Andersson took a deep breath, knowing that things could not end well.

He immediately entered the fighting state, took out three white juggling **** from his coat pocket with a cold face, and threw them violently.

Jingle Bells!

Three streamers of white light circled in front of him, knocking the flying cards into the air. The collision between the two made a metallic sound and sparks were sparked.

But Andersson frowned.

Because he saw that, with a smile on his face, the gentleman in black hat took out a silver cane, twirled it in a random circle, and pointed it at himself.

Clatter...

Hundreds of cards appeared around Jack, spinning and circling, creating a hurricane.

Immediately, like a billowing torrent, rushing head-on!

"It's really bad!"

Andersson cursed secretly.

He has been deprived of the most core skill "teleportation" in the combat system at this moment. Facing such a large-scale attack, he can only choose head-to-head.

It can be said that if the destiny path transcendent lacks this skill, their combat effectiveness will be reduced by half!

I saw the middle-aged gentleman throw his top hat into the air.

Bang bang bang...!

The hat is suspended upside down, and from the dark recess, white juggling **** are ejected like machine guns. They are heavy and hard, and contain huge potential energy.

A burst of dense muffled sounds, accompanied by the sound of clanging, dozens of white **** bounced wantonly in this space, forming an airtight "white wall", isolating the storm of cards.

Chen Lun was a little surprised.

He also found that Andersson's hands suddenly left his body, floated up, and stagnated in the mid-air on the left and right sides.

This pair of left and right hands keeps receiving the white ball, and then throws it, and the cycle repeats. Andersson stood in place, his eyes flicked left and right at an extremely fast speed, as if he was staring at the trajectory of each ball, and was performing high-intensity precision calculations and operations.

A white ball the size of a fist flew towards Chen Lun's face.

Chen Lun raised his silver cane and swung it, hitting the white ball accurately.

Bang!

The huge force made Chen Lun fall back four or five meters, and his palms were numb due to the shock.

He looked up in surprise.

The white ball that was knocked into the air returned to the left hand in mid-air and was thrown again.

At the same time, the red and white plaid top hat was still spitting out white juggling balls.

There are more and more white **** that are as powerful as cannonballs, bouncing and attacking at weird angles!

‘Interesting... so many juggling **** at the same time, can you accurately calculate the trajectory of each one? I can't do this. The card storms seem to be numerous, but they are only moving in one direction, overwhelming people with power, and winning with volume. '

Chen Lun thought to himself.

‘It seems [juggling artist] should have stronger operation and precise calculation ability. '

Chapter 2 later

(end of this chapter)