"How do you know I want to go back?" Wang Xiaohai asked.

"I also know you have the holy medal on you," Fowles whispered.

"Oh, how did you know that?" Wang Xiaohai said as he walked. "People who know too much usually don't live long."

Fowles's forehead was covered with sweat as he recalled the story of a clever prophet who was asked by the emperor to predict the time of his own death.

"That's what I deduced. After all, I'm a detective novelist," Fowles replied. "I only want to make money, not do anything that would get me killed. So I won't tell anyone about your story. My life is more important than money. I can join your team. All you have to do is pay me a small salary, and I'll do my job for you."

Fowles's rule of survival is - if you can't beat them, then join them!

"Yeah?"

Wang Xiaohai felt that Fowles was very smart. There were people all around him now. If he killed him, they would definitely guess that something was wrong with him, so he chose to speak in a crowded place, which was also a kind of protection. Besides, there was no need for him to kill him now, because exposing him would at most cause some trouble and would not pose a fatal threat. Also, this guy was smart, so it would be nice to have his help.

"How much money do you want?" Wang Xiaohai asked.

"I'm not trying to cheat you out of your money. As a regular warrior, I can earn at least 50,000 to 100,000 a day as a mercenary." Fowles thought there was a chance and replied immediately.

"Who are you trying to fool? Although mercenaries earn a lot of money, the job is very dangerous and you may die at any time. You will probably be killed by the enemy within a month. That means your life is worth less than three million." Wang Xiaohai retorted, "Assuming you can live for a hundred years, I will give you three million yuan for your life, which is thirty thousand yuan a year. The average day's wage is less than one hundred yuan. Yet you're asking me for fifty to one hundred thousand yuan a day?" He had no choice but to say this to bargain.

"You're such a logical genius! How do you calculate wages like that?" Fowles said. "If you were the boss, you'd be a really ruthless one."

"You're overthinking it. I'm not a black-hearted person at all. I just don't want to be taken advantage of," Wang Xiaohai explained. "Does it mean that every business competitor who negotiates with you lowers the price, and then you call them black-hearted?"

"That's right, that's what I told them, haha!" Fowles laughed. "So I can't do business because no one wants to cooperate with me. Okay, I won't talk to you about anything else. The lowest price is 10,000 dollars a day, and there are additional conditions. If you ask me to do something that puts my life in danger, I have the right to refuse."

"In this place, what can you do without endangering your life?" Wang Xiaohai asked. "Do you want to clean the toilet or help me carry my luggage?"

"Anyway, your request is dangerous, so I will consider whether I can do it before I agree to it." Fowles took a step back on his conditions.

"Then we can't calculate wages on a daily basis. We'll be paid based on the number of pieces, one job at a time," Wang Xiaohai said. "If you don't have work, you don't have money."

"Okay, ten thousand each time, no matter what it is, but I have to finish it within one day, otherwise I will add ten thousand if it exceeds one day." Fowles agreed.

"Just don't delay on purpose." Wang Xiaohai didn't care. It would be good to have more people to help. He didn't have to do everything himself.

After the two of them finished talking, they stopped talking and walked quietly among the crowd.

Time passed slowly and the sky turned pale.

The team's marching speed was a bit slow, at least several times slower than Wang Xiaohai's march alone.

At the current speed, it would take at least a week to reach the border town, and that's even if we had to travel day and night without eating or sleeping.

"Fowles, wait until nightfall. I guess the team will rest for a while. Then you can go out and find some food. It shouldn't be dangerous." Wang Xiaohai said, "I'll pay you your wages when we get back to town."

"You can find food yourself." Fowles was a little reluctant, he also wanted to sleep.

"The commander can cook, too, but why are all the jobs done by the cooks? Do you need a reason?" Wang Xiaohai said. "Stop talking nonsense. If you can't do this job well, I won't hire you anymore."

Fowles wondered if he had met an unreliable employer and whether he should cancel the agreement. However, the consequences of violating the agreement would most likely be death and loss of wealth. With this in mind, he nodded obediently and agreed to find food during his night's rest.

There were more than 200 people in this group who returned, with a male-to-female ratio of 73. There was only one martial arts master, Wang Xiaohai, and the rest went to other marked points. After all, many people would not give up until they saw the holy medal.

"Handsome guy, I'm so cold." A female contestant walked towards Wang Xiaohai.

"Are you sick?" Wang Xiaohai asked, "I'm not a doctor. Can you ask the rest of the team if there are any doctors or therapists?"

"You should heal your brain." The female contestant left angrily.

Wang Xiaohai felt that he was not wrong. No matter how his aesthetic standards changed, he would never hug a female orc with a human body and a sheep's head for warmth.

"Handsome guy, I'm cold too." Another female contestant came over. It seems that the identity of a martial arts master is quite popular.

This female contestant was a human being. Wang Xiaohai was about to speak when he suddenly saw her Adam's apple and was shocked. This was obviously a cross-dresser, a pseudo-girl pretending to be a girl.

"If you feel cold, then shiver quickly. This way your body will warm up due to the exercise and you won't feel cold anymore," said Wang Xiaohai.

"You're kidding me!" The transvestite reached into her clothes, took out two big white buns and threw them at Wang Xiaohai, then turned and ran away.

What's going on? Are you angry out of shame?

Wang Xiaohai dodged hurriedly, and the steamed bun brushed past his ear and fell to the ground, exploding like a grenade, with ice and snow flying everywhere.

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