In the main city thousands of miles away, four fathers witnessed their sons' tragic death in the arena, their faces changed color! They gathered together to discuss how to distribute the cosmic artifact after they succeeded, but who knew that they actually lost! They had no money and no goods, so they thought of the only way, that is to rob!

While they were discussing, they heard the servants come to report that the young master had joined the arena! He didn't expect his son to take the initiative to duel. At the same time, he thought to himself that they must be sure that as long as they kill that man, they can get the cosmic artifact!

Thinking about it this way, my son's approach was quite smart.

However, the battle had just begun. My son performed well and was full of momentum, but in a moment, he turned into four corpses!

All four fathers were frightened! Being able to kill at such a fast speed shows how terrifying his strength is. How could he be an ordinary person who can take out the cosmic artifact! What a miscalculation! While being angry, he dared not retaliate, and he could not retaliate at all! The opponent is really strong! "Brother Zhao, why don't you kill someone with a borrowed knife and spread the news of the cosmic artifact."

"Brother Dai, this idea of ​​yours is great! There are so many people who want the cosmic artifact. We just need to send the message out and someone will naturally go find this man!"

"Then he will die in a group attack, and he won't die a good death!"

"I have also avenged my son, hahaha!!!" The four fathers seemed crazy, but this was also a normal behavior.

At this time, Ye Hua didn't know that someone had already arranged an opponent for him, and he was hugging his two coquettish wives.

Facing the coquettish offensive of Qingya and Donghuang Baizhi, Ye Hua was unable to control himself and agreed to everything without thinking. It was a kind of "whatever you want, whatever you want, I can satisfy you!" Xi Tingting hid aside, with goose bumps all over her body. The gentleman and the lady were so disgusting, it was unbearable.

Suddenly, the manual phone rang, and then a voice said, "Sir, your child is here."

Ye Hua hugged his wife and turned around and said, "Oh? Ali, have you had enough fun? Then let's go back. Have we reached Brett's place?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's good."

The floating private room returned to the bar, and several people left immediately, leaving Feng Lulan in a dizzy state.

"Dad~Mom~" Donghuang Li jumped out of Zi Che Qingyi's arms and ran towards his parents. He hadn't seen his dad and mom for several hours and missed them so much.

Donghuang Baizhi hugged her daughter and asked with concern: "Little one, you still remember to come back."

"I'm sorry, Mom." Donghuang Li said pitifully.

Ye Hua smiled and said, "Okay, it doesn't matter. Ali has grown up."

"Dad is right, A-Li has grown up~"

Feibai and Ziche Qingyi walked over slowly and said respectfully, "Sir, Madam."

Qingya smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your care, Ali."

Feibai and Ziche Qingyi were frightened. It was Ali who took care of them.

"You're too polite, ma'am. It's our duty. If there's nothing else, we'll leave first." Feibai said softly, showing excellent manners.

Ye Hua nodded, and Dong Huangli waved his hand: "Brother Fei, Sister Qingyi, goodbye~ Let's meet again another day~"

The two of them also turned around and raised their hands with a smile.

"Little brat, let's make an appointment another day." Donghuang Baizhi pinched the flesh on her daughter's face.

Dong Huangli smiled and fell asleep while hugging his mother. It was so comfortable...

Xi Tingting said respectfully, "Sir, Madam, the organizer said that the money you won will be repaid within ten days. The principal has been returned."

"The money you won?" Ye Hua asked doubtfully.

When Ye Hua heard that his wives had just participated in the gambling and won money, he was very happy. His wives finally behaved a little bit like bad guys.

"Xi Tingting, where does Brett live?" Ye Hua asked.

"Sir, Bright's family lives in the slums."

"Let's go."

If Long'an City on Canglie Star is as big as a province, then the area of ​​this slum is equivalent to that of an urban area.

Brett got 1,000 gold coins and took the light-speed tram back to the slums. Touching his sore shoulders, Brett smiled slightly. It was all worth it. Grandpa could be sent to the best hospital for treatment.

After getting off the tram, Brett felt as if he had come to another world. The streets of the slums were littered with garbage and full of violence and sex. All the buildings were made of scrap iron. Streetwalkers leaned against street lights, swaying their bodies. As long as they could make money, they would do anything.

"Brett, you actually came back alive! Looks like you got the bonus!"

I saw three bad boys walking slowly towards me, their faces were covered with tattoos, there were iron nails on their lips and noses, and they were holding thick sticks in their hands.

If it was before, Brett would be afraid, but he had just killed a minotaur, and defeated that strong opponent, so why would he be afraid of these three thugs! "Yes, 1,000 gold coins!" Brett said in a deep voice with his cyan eyes open.

"That's good. We have 999 gold coins, and you can keep one for yourself!"

Brett asked, "Aren't you curious about how I survived the arena?"

"Your opponent must have committed suicide." After saying this, the three teenagers burst into laughter.

Suddenly an old man came over and said, "He is the minotaur who won five consecutive championships! He chopped off the opponent's head with an iron axe!"

"What! This is impossible!" The three bad boys were shocked.

Bright said in a deep voice: "I can kill the minotaur for my grandfather, let alone a small-bodied human like you!"

"You! You! Just wait! I'll go call my brother." The three bad boys ran away in a hurry.

The old man said to Brett, "Go back and see your grandfather. Maybe you can see him for the last time."

Brett didn't have time to say thank you and ran home.

In a waste disposal station in the slums, there is a row of bungalows, all of which are occupied by people, who are now gathered outside one of the houses.

Brett ran anxiously until he was sweating. He finally ran to the door and shouted, "Grandpa, I have money. We can go to the hospital."

The people standing outside turned around and looked at Brett, their eyes filled with pity and sadness.

Brett stopped walking. The person in front of him gave him a bad feeling, especially the sad look in his eyes.

No way! Brett ran to the door and gently opened it, fearing that he would disturb his grandfather and make him cough.

In the room of several square meters, there was a bed, a small table, a basin for drawing water, and on the table there was some porridge that grandpa had not finished.

Although poor, this small home was Bright's warmth, a hundred times warmer than the outside world! But now there was no warmth in the house, only the cold air and the pale grandfather.