Chapter 20 Hunters' Union Promotes

"Friend, who sent you here?"

The white-haired young man with a hooked nose stood in the corridor on the second floor, leaning against the guardrail and staring coldly at the old beggar.

The old beggar obviously looked down on this kid, pointing at him and cursing:

"Your mother sent me here!"

The white-haired young man's eyes became vicious:

"Are you from the Black Dragon Gang? You come here to act wild without even knowing how much you weigh!"

The old beggar was so angry. I'm already C-level, so how much do I weigh?

I'm so awesome!

He waved his hand and threw out several wind blades, killing the white-haired young man.

The white-haired young man's feet were full of wind, and he appeared behind the old beggar in an instant.

"Boom!"

The white-haired young man was surprised to see several wind blades chopped the guardrail on the second floor.

"Your move is quite powerful."

The old beggar was stunned. How did he dodge?

I didn't see it clearly!

He waved his hand and threw out wind blades at the young man behind him.

The white-haired young man dodged again.

The old beggar kept throwing wind blades, and the white-haired young man kept dodging.

It seemed that the old beggar was chasing the white-haired young man, but those who knew the business could see that the white-haired young man was teasing the old beggar.

Like a cat teasing a mouse.

In less than two minutes, the old beggar began to breathe heavily, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was not spiritual enough to use his supernatural power again.

The white-haired young man was a little disappointed:

"Why is it like this? I should have killed you at the beginning."

The white-haired young man stretched out his hand to the old beggar, and a strong suction force pulled the old beggar over.

He pinched the old beggar's neck and exerted force.

"Crack!"

The old beggar's neck was broken, his eyes were dull, and he fell straight to the ground.

Before he died, he said:

"How could you kill someone?"

The white-haired young man felt puzzled, then smiled and said to the guests:

"Sorry, gentlemen, I ruined your mood. I'll save some good wine for you tonight. I'll treat you!"

Several security guards dragged the old beggar's body out, and a smiley mask with a ten-yuan banknote fell off the old beggar.

The white-haired young man didn't even notice the banknote, and stepped on it to pick up the smiley mask.

The maintenance department quickly arrived at the scene and repaired the broken parts.

The music and the girls' playful voices sounded again.

The episode of the old beggar seemed to have never appeared.

. . . . . .

Meng Xing, sitting on a bench 500 meters away from the entrance of Dihao Nightclub, held a mobile phone in his hand.

Since Su Manman had implanted a virus in the old beggar's mobile phone, Meng Xing could monitor everything that happened to him.

When Meng Xing heard the news of the old beggar's death, he was stunned for a full ten minutes.

Finally, he couldn't help laughing, laughing crazily, and passers-by looked at him like a madman.

"It turns out that the humble people at the bottom of society, even if they want to satisfy their desires, can't make any waves in this world!"

The first thing he did after gaining power was to rob his own bridge hole!

He tried so hard to find the lowest-level prostitutes in the brothel, even if you go to the bath center!

It's not that the ability is not enough, but the thinking is not enough.

I remember a novel I read before, the first thing the protagonist did after awakening the Godly Rich System was to buy a refrigerator full of iced black tea!

Then? What happened?

He was so crazy that he wanted to go to the Dihao Nightclub?

He didn't really think that C-level was invincible, right?

Maybe in his world, C-level is already a god that can't be looked at directly.

Meng Xing sighed for a while and called Su Manman:

"Sister Manman, the Hunter Guild is officially promoted on a large scale.

Leave two devil fruits and give away the rest. Tell Huang Jie to do things beautifully."

Meng Xing felt that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Smart people will not expose the Hunter Guild.

Unintelligent people have no chance to expose the Hunter Guild.

Tonight is an uneasy night for many people.

. . . . . .

"Doctor Du! Why did you take the initiative to use the hyperbaric oxygen chamber on the patient in bed 16?"

The leader's voice was roaring on the other end of the phone.

Doctor Du explained helplessly:

"The patient's condition is deteriorating seriously. If the hyperbaric oxygen chamber is not used in time, the patient will be in danger!"

The leader was even more angry:

"Do you know that the patient has no money? Who will pay the more than 20,000 yuan?!

The hospital is to make money, not to do charity for you!"

Dr. Du was silent for a while:

"Deduct it from my bonus."

Leader:

"It's almost deducted! You will lose your salary next month! You are such a selfish person and you want to evaluate your professional title? Dream on!"

Dr. Du looked at the hung up phone and sighed deeply.

The hospital obviously has a special treatment subsidy from the state every year.

For the sake of hospital efficiency and to apply for the title of "provincial key hospital", the leaders do not allow others to touch this money.

The dean will be promoted and transferred to leave the hospital, but what about the patients?

"If I can awaken a fighting talent, it would be great. I've really had enough of staying in this hospital."

Dr. Du couldn't stand the pitiful eyes of the patients, and he couldn't stand the faces of the upper-level leaders who regarded life as worthless and racked their brains for their own careers.

"No, even if I awaken my fighting talent, I have to stay in the hospital. At least I can help a few patients."

Dr. Du was imagining.

He likes Batman very much. He is Bruce Wayne during the day and the Dark Knight at night.

At this moment, a push notification popped up on his phone.

[Do you crave power? - Hunter Guild]

Dr. Du thought it was a novel and clicked it out of curiosity.

But he didn't know that this would completely change his life.

Many people received this kind of push advertisement this evening.

Most of those who received this advertisement were kind people.

Meng Xing told Su Manman that it didn't matter who got the devil fruit, as long as that person was extremely eager for extraordinary power.

Anyway, Meng Xing could control the life and death of the awakened devil fruit.

Character and personality didn't matter.

Perhaps because Su Manman had been caught in the rain, she tried to push the devil fruit to people who had a pure heart but were frustrated.

With the database of the Public Security Bureau and the AI ​​analysis of S-level hackers, it is not difficult to find these people.

Tonight, it was not just Dr. Du who received an invitation from the Hunter Guild.

A female anchor who feeds children in the mountains by dancing.

A teacher who has devoted his life to education but has no background and is bullied by his leaders.

A male internet celebrity who takes care of his seriously ill brother and is unwilling to open a live broadcast to give rewards even if he starves to death.

. . . . . . .

The next morning.

Dihao Nightclub, a grand office.

A burly man was dozing on an office chair.

He looked like a gangster in a black suit.

The white-haired young man knocked on the door and walked in respectfully:

"Brother Jun."

Zhu Dajun didn't even raise his eyelids:

"Have you found out? Where did that madman come from last night?"

The white-haired young man said:

"No, that old man should have a C-level combat talent. I guess only the Black Dragon Gang can do this."

Zhu Dajun sneered:

"What do you think they are doing this for? Sending me a master's head?"

The white-haired young man shook his head to indicate that he didn't know:

"That old man is actually quite strange. He obviously has a C-level talent, but his spirituality and combat experience are pitifully poor."

He remembered something and took out a mask from his arms:

"This fell from the beggar. I don't think such a master would carry meaningless things."