"Leader Yang!!"
“Speak well if you have something to say!!”
"I have no grievances against you... I have long been dissatisfied with those two evil men, Lu Xiaohan and Yu Tiejun. If you kill them, I will kill them."
The remaining merchants of the apocalypse all shivered and backed away as if they had seen a ghost.
Especially after seeing Lu Xiaohan's tragic situation, he did not dare to resist this tyrant and murderous god.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The sound of heavy chewing came, but there was a strange person among the merchants.
Fat gold teeth.
Fat Jinya sat on the chair without saying a word and kept stuffing delicacies into his mouth.
Braised pork, eat! !
Crispy chicken, eat! !
Roast lamb, eat! !
Fat Jinya was like a starving ghost, showing off the food on the table.
interesting.
Yang Feng's eyes fell on Fat Jinya.
This man had some impression that he had heard of Fat Gold Tooth in his previous life. He was sinister and cunning, and was good at playing tricks on people behind their backs. What was even more amazing was that... he was also very honest.
It is said.
After Fat Gold Tooth haggled...even if he lost money, he would work hard to fulfill the agreed terms.
Credibility, commitment, contract spirit?
These qualities do not belong to the cruel and twisted apocalypse, but if Fat Gold Tooth is so famous, he should rarely take advantage of others.
At the very least... no one was found to be cheating on others.
"Fat Gold Tooth, right?"
Yang Feng directly called his name, and the fat man with a mouth full of gold teeth trembled all over, and the movement of stuffing food in his hand slowed down.
"yes."
"I am Fat Gold Tooth."
"Tyrant... no... Leader Yang, what are your orders..."
Fat Jinya was so flattered that he wiped his body with his greasy hands, revealing his gold teeth in embarrassment.
"You're almost dead and you're still working?" Yang Feng raised his eyebrows and said mockingly.
"I don't want to starve to death. It's so hard to prepare such a large table of food. It would be a pity not to eat it."
"And if you want to kill me, no matter how much I resist, it will be in vain."
Fat Gold Tooth is very perceptive, and what he said is true. Any resistance is in vain, it is better to eat to your heart's content.
"You should know how much corpse tumor material these people have, right?"
Yang Feng's tone was slightly teasing, and he glanced unkindly at the people in the room.
As the saying goes, peers are enemies.
Sanctuary base, maybe you don’t know how much supplies the apocalyptic merchants have hidden.
But... colleagues must know very well, their dark eyes are fixed on those pieces of meat, and anyone who takes a small piece will be resented.
"I know!!"
"I have calculated every account."
Fat Jinya's eyes flashed with a cunning light, and he always felt that something good was going to happen to him.
"Collect all corpse tumors and bring them to me."
"is that OK?"
Yang Feng's tone was cold and there was no room for maneuver.
Fat Jinya looked around, observed the faces of his colleagues, then patted his chest and said: "No problem!!"
"Let's divide the supplies between these two dead men."
Yang Feng glanced at the bodies of Yu Tiejun and Lu Xiaohan, then turned back to Xia Hai and said, "I'll leave the rest to you."
The business is done.
There are many more trivial things like wiping your butt.
Blocking news, redistributing interests, appeasing people, and collecting corpse tumors must also have certain rewards.
These things will definitely make Xia Hai extremely busy.
A few hours later.
Fat Gold Tooth "checked" the merchants in the last days door to door.
A very astonishing number was placed in front of everyone.
"Leader Yang."
"A total of 6,759 corpse tumors."
Even Xia Hai was shocked by the number that Fat Gold Tooth found.
what's the situation? ?
Under their noses, businessmen actually hid so many corpse tumors? ?
Six thousand seven hundred corpse tumors, even from the shelter base, would take a week to obtain.
Benefit exchange.
Buy low and sell high.
Search for people's fat and people's ointment.
Frantically sucking the blood of the shelter, the parasites became quite fat.
"Boss Lin, contributed 482 corpse tumors."
"Boss Liu, contributed 375 corpse tumors."
"Boss Wang, contributed 541 corpse tumors."
"Yu Tiejun, Lu Xiaohan... they found more corpse tumors, each with more than a thousand tumors."
I see.
A little adds up to a lot, you get a few hundred, he gets a few hundred, and when they are gathered together, the number becomes very considerable.
"It's really a worthwhile trip."
Yang Feng was very satisfied. With these more than 6,000 corpse tumors, he could complete his next plan.
"very good."
"Fat Jinya, I hope we can cooperate more in the future."
Yang Feng smiled lightly, but it made Fat Jinya shudder, and cold sweat continued to seep from his forehead.
This time is enough! !
Heavy bleeding.
After working hard for more than half a year, I returned to before liberation.
The apocalypse has erupted until now, and the opportunistic traders have just emerged and managed to accumulate a wave of wealth. However, before they could take a big mouthful of blood, they were severely bitten off a piece of flesh by others.
Who can bear it if it happens again?
"Cooperation, cooperation, I will definitely cooperate..."
Fat Jinya wiped the sweat from his forehead and agreed again and again, but he felt panicked in his heart.
"in addition."
"Captain Xia, don't forget that you still owe me some corpse tumors."
"I hope you won't default on your arrears. When the next batch of refugees arrives, will you pay the principal and interest together?"
Yang Feng turned to Xia Hai and said that the other party still owed a large number of corpse tumors, and the next batch of supplies and refugee survivors would be shipped soon.
The more you owe, the more you owe!
Most of the carrion monsters killed in the shelter base have to be used to repay debts.
Exploitation.
Yang Feng is the real big farmer.
Exploiting slaves, exploiting shelter bases, exploiting apocalyptic merchants... I'm afraid every dog that comes here will have to be slapped twice before leaving.
"I will do my best to supervise the shelter base."
Xia Hai also wiped the sweat from his temples, feeling that every minute and second spent with the tyrant Yang Feng was so painful.
"good."
"I believe you."
Yang Feng no longer embarrassed the two of them, and finally shook hands with them one by one and said goodbye: "Then, we will see you next time."
"goodbye."
"see you later."
Yang Feng and Long Er drove their car and disappeared into the night.
Natsumi and Fat Gold Tooth's shoulders slumped down at the same time, and they could truly relax.
Living King of Hell.
Ghosts are sad.
I really hope that when we meet again next time, we can spend less time together...
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after one day.
Old bomb shelter.
The corpse tumors in front of Yang Feng literally piled up into a hill.
Natsumi's 5000.
6700 pieces for the merchants in the last days.
Su Manman led the corpse hunting brigade, plus the blood hunting team, and collected 3,400 corpse tumors in just one week.
15,000 pieces.
Fifteen thousand corpse tumors were of extremely terrifying magnitude. Just chewing them up with ghost noodles would take a lot of time.
"It's finally here."
"The mature body of Ghost Face transforms and evolves."
"Thousands of corpse tumors represent ten times the killing, and all evils will be gathered into one."
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
After Yang Feng arranged everything, he began to chew on the corpse tumors.
One thousand, two thousand, five thousand.
Ten thousand...
The immeasurable residual consciousness seems to be gathering into a whirlpool, sweeping up obsession and filth, creating a spiritual storm.
A new trial begins! !
