Zhang Yi came to a medium-sized football field. The stadium was still very empty, and there were only half of the seats in the audience, and everyone held up some slogans that Zhang Yi couldn't understand.

Charlie then appeared beside him.

【Xiali: What's going on?】

"The dungeon in the dungeon? Let's play rugby..." Zhang Yi tried to call out the system prompt, but this time he received no news.

[Xiali: I have tried it too. Compared with other copies, it is a bit different here.]

"Okay, it's right for us to remember the goal. Find that greedy nightmare and kill him." Zhang Yi adjusted his perspective and looked around the venue. Although the stadium was not too big, there were thousands of spectators. It was not easy to find that black man.

【Xiali: Look for it separately.】

"Wait... it seems no longer necessary." Zhang Yi looked at the audience and smiled, "Someone is holding a photo of the black brother."

In the corner, there was a large black man excitedly holding a huge photo together. It was a close-up of the black brother's charge while holding the ball, and a line of big words below it.

"Jones...you are the best. It seems that English class is still useful..." Zhang Yi turned around and walked towards the locker room. "He should be Jones, he is an athlete, let's go find it."

【Charlie: OK.】

She said, raising her staff again into a state of fighting.

"Don't do this...I feel like this copy...is not something to be used." Zhang Yi walked into the contestant's exit according to his feelings, walked along the passage, flew to the locker room with the noisy sound.

Soon, they reached a fork and led to the rooms of the teams on both sides.

"This time I really have to take action separately..."

【Charlie: Yes.】

Zhang Yi listened to the sound coming from the speaker, and it became clearer and clearer. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this was Mandarin. Thanks to the full Chinese voice environment, otherwise he would not expect to pass this copy.

The door of the locker room was open. Before the game time was reached, most of the players were sluggish. They gathered in groups and chatted casually, but still couldn't find Zhang Yi's existence.

"Xia Li... did you see it?" Zhang Yi asked blankly.

【Charlie:…】

"Is the foreigner's figure great?"

[Xiali: Go to death, it's all about completing the task...I don't like muscle type...]

"Haha." Zhang Yi smiled and walked in, walked through the changing place, and came to the shower room.

He clearly saw that in the corner, Jones was chatting with a guy whose face was blocked by a partition.

"Listen to Jones, this is the last game..." the man advised earnestly, "Besides, we are not competing for the championship... We are the bottom team in the college league, and we are still the bottom regardless of the outcome of this game."

Jones shrugged: "There are always some winners, and there are always some people at the bottom."

"You don't belong here, Jones!" the man grabbed Jones' shoulder and shouted, "Did you see, what car I drive today?"

Jones Mumu shook his head: "I don't know...but I guess it costs hundreds of thousands..."

"Yes, it's enough to know its price. Then Jones, did you see the girls looking at me?" the man said excitedly. "As a black man, you can never imagine such expressions, those who long to approach me, go to bed with me, and then the next morning, take the tip I threw out casually."

Jones smiled and said, "I occasionally get the same treatment when I win the game, but they didn't come for my money. I'm penniless, and I like this feeling more."

"Haha, how many games have you won in the whole season?"

“…two games.”

"But that car, it will always belong to mine, do you understand?" The man hit Jones' chest hard, "Forget football, even if you become a professional player, your talent can only serve as a sacrifice for victory in the most ordinary team, sitting on the sidelines, hoping that the main force will be injured. Now is the golden age, and the economic situation is a mess. As long as you have a mouth, you can make a fortune in the financial market!!"

"But I like rugby... Besides, my major has nothing to do with finance..."

"It's enough to have a mouth." The man pointed at Jones' thick lips. "Jones, for you, you don't even need a mouth. People have seen enough of the sweet words of the young man. And you, by nature, look honest and trustworthy, will you do not do worse than me with this."

"No, I still like football." Jones pushed it away, "two major league teams have expressed their intentions to me."

"Well, don't be stupid. They invite many people to try out every year, and in the end they can't stay a few. Even if they stay, they don't know if they can become famous. With this, to make money, at least you have to become a top star. Do you have this confidence?"

"……I……"

"Jones, you're strong enough, but your speed and response aren't up to standard, and you know that very well yourself."

“…”

"Believe me, come here and you will earn more money in a year than you earn in your entire career." The man smiled confidently, "Miller has earned his first 1 million in his life here."

"Miller?!" Jones said angrily, "That idiot, 1 million?"

"Of course, I said, just have a mouth. You really should meet his current model girlfriend, who is a bit taller than him, a standard blonde girl, I really don't know what position they use in bed, haha!"

"Damn it." Jones yelled, waving his fist and smashing the wall, "He shouldn't have these, he's a scumbag!"

"Yes, I agree. But Jones, if you're here forever, I'm afraid you're not as good as him - not even as scumbag."

"..." Jones breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll think about it again."

"I don't have much time, tell me the result after the game."

"Well..." Jones walked out in anger with a towel.

Zhang Yi was deeply curious and walked step by step into the bathroom to see the true face of this lobbyist.

Turning over the partition, Zhang Yi was stunned.

The lobbyist is Jones himself, with horns and bright red all over.

This Jones seemed to be able to see Zhang Yi, and when he saw him, he laughed: "I know you are here, but it's too late."

"Just a little devil, why are you pretending to be deep?" Zhang Yi pulled out his machete and slashed over without thinking.

The nightmare did not resist, and let the machete cut his chest and splashed out black mist.

He fell to the ground, dying.

"It's useless, dream-driven, the seeds of greed have been planted... All that remains is to take root, sprout, and produce more greed!"

Puff.

Zhang Yi added another knife, hitting the nightmare's eyebrows.

"My mission is not to save Jones, but to eliminate the nightmare."

【Task Progress: Eliminate Greed Nightmare 1/3.】

At this moment, Shali's secret words came.

[Charlie: Come here, Jones is here.]

"What?" Zhang Yi frowned, "How many Jones are there?"

[Charlie: I have two...they are talking, one of them wants to convince the other to give up football...to join his company.]

"Mirror?"

【Task Progress: Eliminate Greed Nightmare 2/3.】

"??what happens?"

【Xiali: I killed one.】

"This is OK..." Zhang Yishui said, "So, there are three nightmares that entangle Jones, not one?"

【Xiali: Maybe…】

As he was talking, the stadium radio rang.

"Please prepare for entry, the game will start in 5 minutes."

"The contestants gathered at the entrance of the venue." Zhang Yi hurried over while giving the order.

There is one Jones on each side...

So inevitably, one of them is a nightmare.
Chapter completed!