People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

In the vast desert.

A very large tent made of dark red camel hair was pitched on the sand dunes.

Gold and stone flowed out of the tent, burning like purgatory.

There are a lot of ice cubes placed in the tent, which is refreshing and refreshing.

There is only a tent between hell and heaven.

And money making ability.

Wearing face scarves and exposing their navels, the exotic maids stood aside, ready to fulfill any wish of the owner here.

"Huh~ cool!" Mike tilted his neck and drank the ice soda in the glass in one gulp.

Drinking ice soda in the desert is refreshing just thinking about it.

There are also snowflakes and beef on the table, fried on stones exposed in the desert until medium-rare, and supplemented with special seasonings, which really has a unique flavor.

It's just that Mike looks a little ugly when he eats.

Just fork the whole piece of beef, bite, chew, and swallow. The eating and broadcasting posture makes people salivate and create appetite.

A piece of top-quality beef that was as big as a palm and as thick as a finger. Mike ate more than a dozen pieces and felt full.

Now he is a camel.

If you eat hard once, you will be hungry for several days.

Of course, under normal circumstances, Mike still eats three meals a day.

dun dun dun...

A bottle of red wine costs tens of thousands of dollars, and the money may not buy it. The treatment is similar to that of ice soda: a cow drink.

Sitting across from Mike was the second prince of a small country in the Middle East. His name was long and difficult to pronounce, and he couldn't remember it.

I don’t plan to remember it either.

The second prince looks a bit ugly, so we simply call him "Second Ugly Son". (Zoron showed a mocking smile, this naming ability...)

Er Chouzi was trembling and sweating on his forehead.Behind him were the corpses of two royal bodyguards, with blood and brains splattered all over him.

A certain small king has supreme power, has a large amount of oil stored underground, and is extremely rich.The country was wealthy but the people were poor because all property including the people belonged to the royal family.

Excuse me, did Milijian, the Mauritian human rights activist, remain silent?

Answer: Because it’s in America’s interest?

For capitalists, human rights are not as good as money.

What do you think?

According to the law of this country, the eldest son inherits the throne, and the second prince inherits a fortune that is enough to be squandered.

Some people become particularly empty when they have money and status but no goals to strive for.

Very normal.

But some people use inappropriate methods to fill the void.

For example, this ugly man became a member of the High Table organization and liked to watch videos of killers torturing and killing their targets.

"Don't, don't... don't kill me! I have money!"

"I know you are rich. I heard that in your country, you can dig out oil with a shovel." Mike said gently: "Don't be afraid, I also like money. Since we have common interests, we should be able to talk. What are we talking about? ?How about we talk about High Table’s compensation for my personal losses?”

"Okay, okay!" Er Chouzi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hands.

Normally, he wipes sweat with a silk handkerchief.

And throw it away after wiping it.

Er Chouzi breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he wanted to talk, he was most afraid of a reckless man who would explode his brain if he disagreed.

Mike took out two crumpled tissues and pushed them in front of Er Chouzi.

The first one lists the damage done by the killers to the supermarket door glass, exterior walls, flowers and plants, totaling about [-] US dollars.The materials don't cost much, but the labor is expensive.There are also the fees for Mike's use of the Nichirin Sword, possessed cards, etc.

Looking at the figure of less than [-] US dollars, Er Chouzi's mouth twitched, as if he was cursing someone.

The price of the beef and red wine that had just entered Mike's stomach, including transporting it from foreign countries to China by special plane and transporting it to the desert by helicopter, cost more than one hundred thousand dollars.

Resisting the urge to curse, Er Chouzi looked at the second tissue.

The second one just has a few words: [Mental damage fee: one billion US dollars. 】

The second ugly man really wanted to curse, and curse as hard as he could.

Mike sneered: "Why is the amount inappropriate?"

Er Chouzi: "No, no."

One billion US dollars is not a small sum for anyone, and since he is not the only one to pay for it, it is not unacceptable to share it.

Mike: "You can bargain, so..."

"Can this reduce the amount?"

"No, this will give me an excuse to kill you with one shot."

Er Chouzi: "(╥﹏╥)"

Mike stood up and patted the hem of his clothes: "Since you agree, I'll go and convince the next one. You won't regret it, right?"

Er Chouzi waved his hands repeatedly: "No! Absolutely not!"

Mike suddenly asked the maid next to him.

Very strange.

From the moment Mike killed Er Chouzi's bodyguard, these women barely reacted.If it weren't for the heartbeat and breathing apparatus, Mike would have thought they were robots.

Mike asked one of them: "Can you speak English?"

The maid turned her head and consulted Er Chouzi with her eyes.

Er Chouzi nodded at Mike's polite smile.

"Yes, I can talk normally." The maid replied.

"Then why are you so...calm?" Mike asked again, "Aren't you afraid?"

The maid replied: "After being sent to the palace by our families, we became tools called 'personal maids', not women, not even people. The master did not give orders, and as tools, we have no right to make our own decisions. This is the country's 'Customs'."

Call ~

It’s hard to imagine that in this day and age, such “customs and habits” still exist. Where are the human rights fighters?

Mike asked: "When the owner dies, the tools must also be buried, right?"

The maid's tone was terrifyingly calm: "Yes."

Er Chouzi breathed a sigh of relief.

Feel safe now.

However, Mike didn't look back, and shot Erugouzi's head off with one shot. The latter refused to rest in silence, his eyes full of confusion of "why".

If Mike sympathized with these maids, it would be even more inappropriate to kill him.

Mike took out a tissue and added to the list of damages: "One bullet."

"You're not living like this at all, are you? Why not take a gamble and bet on how much face I have." Mike took out a business card and put it on the table. "If the king gives me face, you can survive as human beings. If face is If it's not big enough, then I'm sorry, you will die. But I promise, I will personally give him a bullet."

After saying that, these maids did not respond, like tools that shut down without the master's order.

A helicopter waits for Mike behind the dunes.

The pilot smiled and asked, "Did the conversation go well?"

Mike smiled and said: "Well, it went very well."

If you want the high table to surrender, you must kill the chicken to scare the monkeys. Er Chouzi's bones are too soft, so he is not qualified as a chicken to scare the monkeys.Mike really didn't intend to kill him.

But, it’s not like you can’t kill, right?

If a chicken can't scare a monkey, then kill a few more.If it doesn't work, just uproot the high table.

It's not difficult anyway, it's just a waste of time.

Until the helicopter disappeared over the horizon, the wood-like maids finally moved, and they prostrated themselves in the direction of Mike - this is the highest etiquette in this country, used to worship the king... and God.

Mike is very busy. After leaving the Middle East, there are still many places he needs to visit: Sicily, Italy, St. Petersburg, Hokkaido, Guangdong and Hong Kong, Edinburgh, the country of gentlemen, and Marseille, the country of Gaul.

He is really busier than the President of the United States, but fortunately there is the temptation of a billion dollars, so I just treat it as a trip.