Chapter 50

Chu Cheng deliberately did not set the teleportation location directly to the bedroom, but returned to the auction house first and immediately hid the token and hood, making sure there was nothing suspicious on his body before pushing the door open.

"Wow, you came back pretty quickly, I thought I would have to wait for a while."

Black Eagle in the house was still wearing clothes of similar style as last time, but with a silver-white necklace. Noticing that Chu Cheng's eyes fell on the necklace on his chest, Black Eagle lifted it up so that Chu Cheng could see it more clearly. There

were two creatures entangled together hanging on the necklace. Although it looked a little difficult to recognize, Chu Cheng still saw it with his amazing painting skills. These were two dragons. Black Hawk probably knew that this chain was somewhat abstract, so he took the initiative to introduce it before Chu Cheng asked.

"This is the Ice Dragon, you must know it, this is..."

"Paret Electric Dragon"

Hearing Chu Cheng's answer, Black Hawk looked up at him in surprise, and then nodded.

"You are right, this is the Paret Electric Dragon. You are amazing to be able to tell it."

Chu Cheng didn't know how he recognized it as the Paret Electric Dragon, but there was an intuition telling him so. Perhaps it was because the purple figure on the flying train was too impressive and firmly imprinted in his mind.

But Chu Cheng didn't come here to listen to Black Eagle's introduction of what an ice dragon is and what a Pallet Electric Dragon is. He now needed to find out the attitude of Ferrog, which would determine where he should go next.

"How are you going to deal with the Golden Hat?"

If Chu Cheng didn't know the relationship between Black Eagle and Golden Hat, he certainly wouldn't ask such a rash question. But since it has been confirmed by many parties that Black Eagle definitely has a grudge against Golden Hat, he doesn't need to hide it. Just speaking directly and straightforwardly saves both parties' time, so why not do it?

Black Eagle didn't seem to expect Chu Cheng to cut into the topic so directly. He was stunned for a few seconds, then put his forehead on his head and chuckled, looking at Chu Cheng's smiling face through his fingers, and then spread his hands to support the back of the chair behind him. His close-fitting shirt tightly wrapped his seemingly explosive muscles to reveal the curvature. Black Eagle raised his eyebrows and raised his hand. What he held in his hand was a token of the same style as the one held by Chu Cheng.

"Got it? That's right, it would be strange if you didn't know it. Sorry, sorry, I deceived you a little bit before, but it doesn't really count, after all, I just didn't tell you."

There was no tense atmosphere, nor was there any aggression. It looked like two old friends who had known each other for a long time playing a harmless joke, and one side fawned and begged for mercy after being honest about the injustice. Such a conversation atmosphere is indeed good, but Chu Cheng didn't want to say such meaningless words. He needed to hide what he wanted to say, or what he wanted Black Eagle to say, in this conversation.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. It doesn't matter if you know it earlier or later. The last thing I need now is waiting."

After speaking, Chu Cheng untied his robe and casually put it on the back of the chair, leaning against the wall with his hands on his chest. This pose would certainly look good in a painting. The leg rings on his thighs make his flesh show through. His shirt hangs loosely on his body, and the hem is tightened by the belt. Under the sunlight, a little waistline is faintly revealed. It would definitely be a cover-level close-up.

But the problem is the leg rings. Although the leg rings can increase the aura, it makes Chu Cheng's thighs itchy because it makes his thighs show through. The leg rings are made of thick leather, which makes his thighs uncomfortable when he walks. But when you can still see the comments, many people have a special liking for his leg rings. So he won't wear this black suit for too long, so he'll just have to endure it for two days.

"But you do have personality. I thought the third dimension was full of people holding goblets and controlling their tone."

"Have you seen people from other third dimensions?"

Chu Cheng neither nodded nor shook his head. He just leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the white bird flying outside the window. His eyes revealed some silence and memories that Black Hawk could not understand.

Chu Cheng stared at a small gray sparrow that landed on the window frame, chirping for a while, and shrugged.

"It happened a long time ago. There's nothing much to say."

Seeing Chu Cheng's unclear and vague words, Black Hawk did not ask questions without interest. He did not have the hobby of exposing other people's privacy casually.

But he keenly captured a message that Chu Cheng released to him. Chu Cheng is not a "greenhorn" as Black Eagle said when they first met. He knows about the third dimension and even saw it long before he met Black Eagle. Although Black Eagle doesn't know how long ago this long time is, from the fleeting look of Chu Cheng just now, Black Eagle intends to overturn his previous conclusion.

Chu Cheng is not only not a follower who has just started out, but may be a real apostle, not the so-called second-generation apostles, he may very well be a first-generation apostle.

These are not words that Chu Cheng said in person, but Chu Cheng guided Black Eagle to think this way through his facial expressions, actions, and hints in his words. There is no other purpose for doing this, it is just to keep fitting in with the personality that Chu Cheng has set for himself.

In fact, Chu Cheng could have arranged his own character according to Black Eagle's original idea. Such a character would be more convenient and not easy to be exposed. If he created such an apostle

with a long-standing identity, it would be easy to get into big trouble once he met a serious Nerobo apostle. But since the comics have already created him with such a firm belief, such a lonely figure, and also given him an ambiguous identity in the laboratory, wouldn't it be a pity not to use it?

So Chu Cheng waved his hand and simply adjusted the age of his character forward by a thousand years. This is in line with the direction he wanted to set as the immortal species. After all, most of the powerful and powerful races on the continent of Ten Thousand Worlds are immortal species. Immortal species also means inheritance, which is all conducive to Chu Cheng's compilation.

As for the race, he naturally thought about it and leaned towards the direction of elves. There are not many pure humanoid races with high IQ on the Wanjie Continent. They must be native to Artacot, have the ability to control ice, be close to nature, and be immortal. After eliminating some of the less suitable ones, Chu Cheng can only choose the elves.

What's more, with his face like this, who would not believe in him as an elf? Of course, Chu Cheng didn't know that this was a decision that completely changed his fate.

Black Eagle didn't forget Chu Cheng's initial question. He also frankly admitted that he had a grudge against the Golden Hat, and the real reason he targeted Chu Cheng was the Golden Hat.

It shouldn't be difficult to explain. Not to mention that Chu Cheng had just parted ways with Black Eagle and the others, he guessed that the fuse must be the Golden Hat. Otherwise, even if Nerobo has long since fallen, it does not prevent some people from going around and cheating under the name of Nerobo apostles. This kind of thing is not uncommon at any time and in any place.

So if it was just because Chu Cheng was using the banner of Nerobo, it would not be so serious. And what really attracted Black Eagle was the Golden Hat, because Chu Cheng originally asked the Golden Hat to spread the news, which naturally lured Black Eagle.

It is impossible for the Golden Hat to not know that his deliberate rumor would attract Black Hawk, but he still did it, so he must have known that Chu Cheng would meet Black Hawk. And he was undoubtedly pushing Chu Cheng into the fire pit by trying to match Chu Cheng, an apostle whose authenticity was unknown, with Black Hawk, the real apostle of the Night Goddess.

Thinking about it carefully, this was the Golden Hat's real first test of Chu Cheng. Neropo and the Night Goddess were in the same faction. If the apostles of the Night Goddess found someone pretending to be an apostle of Neropo, they would certainly not let him go easily, and Chu Cheng would be beaten to a pulp at the very least. But if Chu Cheng came back intact, it would prove that Chu Cheng1 was indeed related to the apostles, and then the Golden Hat would dare to accept Chu Cheng's invitation.

From this point of view, Golden Hat is indeed a shrewd and calculating man. Chu Cheng had not even taken over the auction house at that time, but Golden Hat had already calculated whether Chu Cheng had the ability to get to the table.

Chu Cheng had to admit that Golden Hat was a really smart man. Then Black Eagle, who could fight with Golden Hat for so long, must not be an ordinary person. But this is where Chu Cheng felt

something was wrong. This is not Chu Cheng bragging, Chu Cheng is really good at judging people. Even though he did not notice that Golden Hat was setting traps for him at the beginning, this did not prevent him from always being on guard against Golden Hat, and he never let Golden Hat really succeed. This is enough to prove Chu Cheng's prudence and knowledge of people.

But in just two meetings, Chu Cheng could feel that Black Eagle was not a scheming person, at least not as scheming as Gold Hat. Otherwise, if it was Gold Hat, he would certainly not fall for such an obvious trap and then reveal his true intentions. Gold Hat would certainly try to divert Chu Cheng's thoughts.

Since Black Eagle is not as good as Gold Hat in this regard, and the two are old enemies, Chu Cheng can only think of two possibilities. One is that Black Eagle has absolute force, and even a way to kill Gold Hat, which makes Gold Hat avoid him. After all, the saying is true, fear comes from insufficient firepower.

There is another possibility...that is, the hatred between Gold Hat and Black Eagle is not that simple, and Gold Hat may be ashamed of Black Eagle, which forces him to avoid his sharp edge.

Compared to the former, Chu Cheng would rather believe the latter. It's not that Chu Cheng thinks Black Eagle is weak, but he simply thinks that a supporting character with such a complicated story, with a tortuous entanglement of love, hatred, and vengeance, will make the character more three-dimensional, more full, and more interesting. Of course, if it is really the first one, then just pretend he didn't say it.

"I'm nothing special... I want him to die."

The answer was as expected. Chu Cheng's face did not reveal the slightest surprise. He pinned the few strands of long hair that fell in front of him behind his ears, and without any mercy, he proposed many different ways of death.

"What do you want to do? Pierce the heart? Pour holy water? Or chant to death?"

Black Eagle did not think that Chu Cheng was mocking him. Instead, he discussed with some interest how to kill the Golden Hat. Chu Cheng also became interested when he heard Black Eagle's serious discussion. If there was a way to kill the Golden Hat, he would be the first to participate.

After a period of detailed and rigorous communication, Chu Cheng roughly summarized Black Eagle's murder plan. To be honest, it was somewhat related to his guess.

First, he had to pierce his heart with a silver dagger, and throw his heart into the fire lit by the witch before sunset to burn it into ashes. Finally, he had to hand over the ashes to the devil, and the devil would sign the soul exchange parchment to ensure that there was no possibility of escape.

"Do you know such a high-level witch?"

"I know one. She is an outlier among witches. She doesn't like to study boiling and collecting herbs. She likes to bet on horses every day. The little money she earns from buying potions is thrown into the casino. When she has no money, she will take some shady jobs, such as casting curses. Her curses are incomparable to other witches. Her curses can be engraved on the soul."

Seeing that Black Eagle had such a high opinion of this witch, Chu Cheng was also curious. But Chu Cheng was most curious about the details. He remembered that in the Wanjie Continent, the vampires' military strength was set very high, basically immortal. Although the race was not large, their fighting power was real. The most important point was that vampires would not die from heart disease or brain death.

Unless the age limit was reduced, it would take a very complicated process to kill a vampire. What Black Eagle just said was a simplified version.

"Golden Hat is a transformed vampire. He looked like a human at first glance."

Black Eagle looked at Chu Cheng. It was the first time he looked at Chu Cheng with such eyes. The naked temptation was written on his face, like a beast staring at its prey. At this moment, Chu Cheng suddenly felt that Black Eagle had a strong werewolf quality.

"No, it's different."

Chu Cheng tilted his head and chuckled. He pulled the half-palm gloves down, put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked to the table, and looked down at Black Eagle sitting on the chair.

"I thought you knew."

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"Tata, are you sure you can really protect your identity here?"

Lima touched the mask on his face with some discomfort. This mask is different from the half-face mask that Chu Cheng wore as a magician. This mask is full-coverage and can cover all the details on the face. But there is no need to consider breathing problems. After all, this is a world with magic and superpowers.

"Really, these masks are the same as the big shots on the stands. They are more afraid of being exposed than you."

Hearing this, Lima could only follow Tatarina's steps and stepped into the other side of the city with Carl. The underground boxing ring is actually not accurate. It is more like a large-scale underground entertainment venue, but the entertainment facilities are not so green and healthy.

Not to mention the golden sign boxing ring here, there is also a large-scale casino next to it. Whether it is beautiful dealers or casino games, they are quite complete. There is even a racecourse next to the casino. In the stables, you can see many horses with smooth fur and expensive looks.

This is quite different from Carl's imagination. In his mind, Tatarina1 should have taken them to a place that was not too big but well hidden, such as a small boxing ring that might only be a few square meters, with people bustling around. There might be rude men with accents cheering and insulting the players on the stage, or women wearing cheap clothes and heavy makeup holding signs to collect tips from the spectators. But

this place was not what Carl had imagined. Even the boxing ring was huge, with stands that could accommodate at least 10,000 people, not to mention all kinds of exquisite facilities and beautiful waiters in custom-made clothes. Compared to the so-called underground1 entertainment venue, this place was more like an extremely luxurious place for the rich to relax.

Tatarina must be really good at discerning people's moods. Even through the thick mask, she could sense Carl's discomfort.

"Don't think too much. This place is Bellit's real source of income. It's normal for it to be like this. So you two just go all out. We'll definitely be able to earn enough for the travel expenses and food expenses."

Compared to Carl, Lima accepted the fact faster and even thought about what kind of boxing he would do. After all, boxing is also a way to make a living. As the eldest son of the Windsor family, if he can't even support himself, how can he take over the family?

Seeing that the two companions beside him quickly accepted the reality and were eager to try, Carl did not continue to waste his energy, but quickly began to move his body. Either accept it or lie down. There is no such thing as lying down in Carl's dictionary, so he will try his best to do his best.

Soon, Tatarina took the two of them to the front desk to fill out the registration form. It was obviously a black boxing, but the formal process was much more than Carl and his friends taking jobs in the Hunter Guild.

Since they were not required to fill in their real names, the three of them wrote code names. Tatarina was more straightforward and directly used her previous rank and identity, which was written as Mouse. Lima and Carl filled in Diamond and Ocean respectively. The two big boys really had no talent for naming, so they just wrote whatever they saw. Even the staff couldn't help but raise their eyebrows when they saw three names that had no artistic beauty at all.

"Okay, Miss Mouse, Mr. Diamond and Mr. Ocean, please follow No. 49 to the preparation room. Mr. Ocean's competition will start in half an hour, and Miss Mouse and Mr. Diamond will start in an hour. During this period, the three of you can walk around and consume as you like. Please arrive at the venue ten minutes before the competition." After

speaking, No. 49, who was waiting on the side, leaned over slightly and took the three people to the place where the players were preparing. Along the way, Carl and his team saw many people with bruised faces and bruised noses, and their masks could not even hold on. They all wore blue armbands, and the staff sister just gave them one each.

Tatarina was not surprised by this, but Carl and Lima were a little confused. No. 49 saw that the two people's eyes were always on the injured who were being dragged and carried away, so he spontaneously explained.

"These are the people who gave up the subsequent matches or ran away before the match. They will be blacklisted, and will leave the boxing ring after receiving certain punishments, and will not be able to participate in the competitions anymore."

"Run away before the match?"

"They will have bets from customers. If they give up the match or run away, it will cause dissatisfaction among the customers."

Perhaps because he felt that what he said was not very pleasant, No. 49 added another sentence.

"As long as there is no signed contract, it will not be like this. There will be no long-term bets in Sanquan."

At this time, a quarrel came from the other end of the corridor. The voices of several people were mixed together and could not be heard clearly. Carl and others looked in the direction of the sound and found that a man wearing a wide robe and with a very sweet appearance was arguing with a group of staff.

"Fuck! I told you I'll go back after this game! Why are you rushing me?!"

"Sir, please understand us... I..."

Without waiting for the staff to finish, the man rushed out of the encirclement with his robe, relying on his small and flexible body, and rushed towards Carl and others.

"Hey hey hey hey!???"

Just like when Bellit was used as a shield by the elf girl when he first arrived, Carl still felt at a loss and didn't know where to put his hands. The boy hid behind Carl, popped his head out, and made a face at the staff.

"I'm betting one million on the three of them now. If you insist on letting me go, I'll take the three of them away together! But you will be responsible for the compensation later!!"

"This..."

Upon hearing that they had to pay, the group of staff who wanted to rush up and pull the boy out from behind Carl lost their temper. Just make a few bucks, why risk your life here. No. 49 seemed to be accustomed to this kind of scene and waved to the staff a few meters away.

"I will take care of Master Bain. You guys go to work first. I believe Master Bain will come back after playing this game."

Hearing what No. 49 said, Bains didn't feel guilty at all, on the contrary, he was more confident.

"That's right! I'll go back by myself!! Don't worry about it!"

Seeing this, the staff stopped obstructing him and followed Bain. After making sure that the staff had completely left, Bain let go of Carl's hand and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he twisted his neck unhappily and blew out a strong breath through his nose.

"Really... I said it was the last bet, the last bet... and you're still urging me. It's so annoying."

After muttering and cursing for a long time, Bain remembered the three poor guys he suddenly bet on. Placing a bet means sitting at the table, and if you lose, you will be in debt. Carl and the other two are obviously retail investors. It is both a good thing and a bad thing to have an extra million bets on them for no reason.

Bain patted Carl on the shoulder and acted like a good brother to the three of them.

"What's your number? It doesn't matter, does it? Go ahead, I'll take care of the other three."

Bain chased No. 49 away and took Carl to the lounge. Before Carl even sat down in the lounge, Bain stuffed a handful of snacks into his hands. He stared at the three people with his round eyes while chewing.

"Eat, why are you looking at me?"

"Who are you? Why did you bet a million dollars on us for no reason?"

Lima and Carl might not understand the situation for a while, but Tatarina was not stupid, she clearly understood what so many bets meant. Bain blinked, thought for two seconds, and stuffed another piece of cake into his mouth.

"Well... because I'm happy~"