novelaction Chapter 1421 Kill him
Chapter 1421 Kill him
After taking the money in his hand, the administrator quickly touched it.
Absolutely certain!
Real ghost money!
It's real ghost money!
The administrator was so excited he almost jumped for joy.
If it weren't for the two gentlemen in the cage, I probably would never have been able to touch so much ghost money again in my life.
After receiving the money, the administrator no longer dared to underestimate Chen Mu and his companion.
Long, long ago, it had seen unfortunate outsiders before. But to be able to pull out so many at once was truly unprecedented!
The administrator had a premonition that the two people in front of him were powerful and influential, and that he not only couldn't afford to offend them, but he also had to serve them well.
"Sir, what are your orders?" The administrator bowed, his manner obsequious.
Chen Mu brought it closer and whispered a few words in its ear.
Upon hearing this, the administrator's eyes widened, and he looked at Chen Mu in disbelief.
"Sir, are you really going to do this? That's a huge waste of money. No, no, no, I'm the one wasting money, you're just throwing money away."
Although it wasn't the administrator's money, the administrator still felt sorry for Chen Mu when he heard it.
"It's just a small amount of money, nothing to worry about. You're allowed to keep 1% of it as pocket money," Chen Mu said.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a thud was heard, and the administrator knelt down before Chen Mu again.
Chen Mu:......
“You don’t have to kneel all the time. After all, there’s a saying: ‘A man’s knees are worth gold,’” Chen Mu said.
The administrator said sincerely, "Sir, you are right. But it was only after meeting this gentleman that I found a way to convert gold into cash."
Chen Mu: ... (Something feels off, but I can't quite put my finger on it)
"Don't worry, sir, I'll take care of it right away."
The administrator quickly said, and it hurriedly stood up, preparing to walk towards the audience seats.
Before leaving, it seemed to remember something, reached for its waist, and pulled out a key.
Just as it was about to throw the key into the cage, it felt something was amiss. Tempted by the 1% commission, it walked to the cage and voluntarily helped Chen Mu and the other person unlock the chains.
It's not that Chen Mu can't drive it himself, but one has to have a conscience when it comes to doing things cunningly; the 1% commission is tempting his conscience.
"Gentlemen, due to the rules, I cannot release you. Please forgive me," the administrator said.
"You can just call me Xiao Yuan. If you need anything, just call me."
Let me help you untie the chains so your hands can move around and won't feel so uncomfortable.
These are my recliner and cushions; I've put them in the cage. You two can enjoy them.
As the administrator spoke, he respectfully placed his own recliner and the cushions on it into the cage.
After a flurry of activity to ensure Chen Mu and his companion's comfort, the administrator respectfully withdrew from Chen Mu's side.
Even when it retreats, it does so backwards, bending over as it goes.
After the administrator left, Xiaoye looked at Chen Mu with eyes full of admiration.
"Boss, you're amazing!" Xiao Ye gave him a thumbs up repeatedly.
Xiao Ye also had several hundred thousand yuan in ghost money in his pocket. But Xiao Ye admitted that he couldn't create an advantage like Boss Chen.
Chen Mu smiled slightly, "You're still young, you can learn slowly. Having money in your hands doesn't mean everything. When to spend money, who to spend it on, and how much to spend all require careful consideration."
Xiaoye admitted that she had always been a primary school student in front of Boss Chen.
Only a master like Mr. Chen can turn spending money into an art.
On the other side, on the arena stage.
That unfortunate employee had been knocked out in the ring for the tenth time.
The referee is counting down. If he hasn't stood up by the time the countdown ends, it means he has already lost.
However, judging from his motionless appearance, everyone knew that he had been knocked unconscious.
He couldn't even open his eyes, let alone stand up; he was already in a state of unconsciousness.
"5!
4!
3!
2!
1! "
As the referee's countdown ended, a chorus of boos erupted from the crowd.
"This piece of trash got knocked down 10 times and didn't even get a chance to fight back once!"
"I've never seen anyone fight so pathetically. People like that are just wasting air."
"He made me lose five ghost coins, use his life to quell my anger!"
"kill him!"
"Yes, this kind of trash doesn't deserve to live!"
"There's no point in him playing anymore; he's just wasting our bet money."
"Just kill him!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Amidst shouts from the stands, the audience in the arena roared in unison.
None of the spectators who lost money raised their hands.
Raising one's hand signifies allowing the gladiator to live.
No one raised their hand, which meant unanimous agreement to execute them.
Inside the iron cage on the other side, the remaining six employees all looked grim.
They never imagined that this bizarre scene would be so dangerous. Their colleague died right before their eyes, and they were powerless to stop it.
"Have our reinforcements arrived yet?"
"It's only been a little over an hour. Our spaceship is more than a day away from the ground. The support from the survival institute won't arrive that quickly."
"Even if they come, there's nothing we can do. We have a survival center here, but it's too difficult; there's no way to find a way out."
"Yes, there's nothing we can do even if they come. The rules state that the audience votes to kill someone, and even if the Ghost King comes to support us, he can't change the rules."
"Those spectators won't listen to our strongmen either."
On the ring, the opponent, a fierce warrior, raised his hands high, welcoming the cheers of the spectators who had placed their bets.
Although it was called a cheer, the cheers weren't actually that loud.
The reason is simple—people haven't made much money, so what motivation is there to cheer?
The Weird isn't stupid; the strength of human gladiators is limited by the rules to the level of the Weird or even lower.
The warriors in the arena are all highly skilled and cunning.
With such a huge gap, isn't it obvious they're not letting anyone win?
Who would dare to bet on humanity?
Out of ten spectators, probably not one would dare to bet on the human side.
Even if someone places a bet, it won't exceed ten ghost coins.
The ratio between the two sides is approximately 1 to 100.
This means that only those who bet 100 ghost coins on the strange and powerful can share the prize of 1 ghost coin bet on the human.
Many who win only get 0.01 yuan in ghost money.
Such a small amount of money, if it were kept in Wangjiang Shouwang, probably no one would have ever seen it.
You need to win 100 rounds of betting to earn 1 piece of ghost money.
With such a small profit, the audience naturally had no interest in cheering. They gave a perfunctory clap, just going through the motions.
The warriors in the arena, hearing the sparse applause, couldn't help but feel a little angry.
I played so well, but I only got so little applause.
It vents all its anger on the losers.