"Hey, I need two million bitcoins."

The hoarse voice of the poplar sounded in this small supermarket in the city of Saint-Leon, and the air seemed to be silent for a second.

The next second, the owner Witt Miller, who was wearing only a second-rate vest, laughed out loud. He pointed a pistol at Bai Yang, as if he was looking at a madman:

"I also want people to give me two million bitcoins, and I still dream in broad daylight."

Obviously Witt Miller regards Poplar as a joke. Jokes appear every day in Saint Leon, and the chaos is so absurd. Madmen appear every day, but they can't live for too long. Death is not an overly heavy topic in the Alpha Empire. Here, life is not worth much, and chaos potions are worth it.

"Location?" Bai Yang ignored Wit Miller's words and looked up at the words on the supermarket's yellowed sign, "Wit Miller Supermarket."

"Yes." Witt Miller shook his head while revealing his yellowed front teeth. "Witt Miller Supermarket, remember to give you two million more bitcoins. I think you can get two million bitcoins if you borrow a mobile phone once."

Witt Miller's voice made Bai Yang feel noisy. He frowned and slowly looked up.

A pair of cold eyes without any emotion looked at Wit Miller. The fierce aura of Bai Yang naturally spread out. Wit Miller only felt that he was being targeted by some terrifying monster, and his body subconsciously froze.

"You're talking too much."

Before he could come to his senses, a cold voice rang in his ears, and the pistol in his hand had already run into the hands of the tall man opposite.

Bai Ping pressed the cold muzzle against Witt Miller's forehead and hit his head on the wall behind him. The cold touch of the gun made Witt Miller unable to help swallowing and stutter:

"Sorry...I'm not bad, I'm wrong, I'm really...wrong, don't shoot."

"shut your mouth."

After Bai Ping looked up at Wit Miller, Wit Miller immediately shut up.

Bai Yang continued to call at this time: "No, I didn't say you, okay... I'll wait for you here for thirty minutes."

In front of the cashier in the small supermarket, Bai Yang slowly hung up the phone with his left hand holding his cell phone, and his right hand pointed at the cold muzzle of Witt Miller slowly moved downwards, patting the fat on Witt Miller's face. Witt Miller's fat was trembling, and at the same time his heart was also hanging. The least valuable thing in the Alpha Empire was human life.

"I don't like guns pointing at me." Bai Yang's hoarse voice rang.

Witt Miller raised his hands and fell to his knees on the ground, his nose and tears mixed together to achieve: "I was wrong, please let me go as if I were a fart, how about we just treat it as never to see each other?"

Bai Yang looked down at the Witt Miller, and put his pistol across the Witt Miller's eyes and said:

"I'm in a good mood today, so you're alive and remember to talk less in the future."

The next moment, the pistol instantly scattered in Wit Miller's eyes, a pile of parts fell from mid-air on the cashier, as if the pistol had been disassembled in an instant. Wit Miller finally knew how his pistol had just run into the other party's hand. Since the other party could disassemble the pistol in an instant, he could take the pistol from his hand in an instant.

The parts of the pistol and the unloaded bullets collapsed, rolled from the cash register to the ground, making a crisp collision sound, as if they were falling into Witt Miller's heart, and he was as if he was amnesty.

And at this moment, Spielberg's voice sounded, making Witt Miller feel like hell again.

"Sir, didn't kill him?"

Bai Yang glanced at Spielberg and said lightly: "Am I a bloodthirsty person? I am a good person."

After saying this, Bai Yang threw the phone in her hand on the table and turned around and walked out of the supermarket. Spielberg looked at Witt Miller in front of him and showed a look of luck in your face, then turned around and followed Bai Yang and walked out of the supermarket.

When Spielberg held a gun and pointed a gun at Wit Miller in the head, he felt that this man was dead, but in the end the terrifying man did not kill him, which surprised Spielberg. He just thought that Bai Yang was in a good mood after leaving the borders of the Insit Empire and didn't want to kill anyone.

This is such a lucky guy!

As for Bai Yang's words, he was a good person, Spielberg felt that if he really believed it, he would be stupid.

The prisoners in Asals Prison are all evildoers, and a guy like Bai Yang who dares to spy on the secrets of the gods should be even more evildoers.

When Spielberg thought of this, he felt that he had become a little more evil.

Watching the two of them walking out of the supermarket, Witt Miller sat on the ground against the wall, feeling like he had a life of surviving the disaster.

His years of experience in mingling in Saint Leon told him that this is definitely a very dangerous monster. You should know that there will always be one or two monsters in the city of Saint Leon. After all, those without ability cannot escape the borders of the Insit Empire.

Witt Miller clasped his hands together and prayed, "I actually survived, it's really the blessing of the Sun God!"

………

The sun had risen above the head at this time, and the warm sunshine shone on the city on the border of the Alpha Empire, warming up the wind blowing through the city.

Spielberg, who walked out of Witt Miller supermarket, whispered: "Sir, who are you calling?"

Two million Bitcoins, this is definitely not a small amount. At least Spielberg has never seen so much money in his life.

Before he entered prison, his deposits did not exceed 100,000 bitcoins at most. Of course, this is also related to the concept of over-consumption in the Insit Empire. Every citizen of the Insit Empire has a large loan, and his monthly salary is basically repaying the loan, and there is basically no retention on him.

"Do you remember the person who ate bear meat with us by the Ronnie River?" Bai Yang raised her head and looked at the dazzling sunshine.

"Are you talking about the old gentleman who likes to pat people's heads? Or the bald man who was beaten up by you?" Spielberg said.

There is a saying that Spielberg didn't say it. No matter who it is, it doesn't seem like he can lend you two million bitcoins, especially if the bald man was beaten up by you, where can he borrow money for you?

Bai Yang did not answer Spielberg directly, just said lightly: "You will know when the person comes."

There are people coming and going on the streets of Saint-Leon, and people look at Witt Miller's supermarket from time to time. It is true that in Saint-Leon, there are very few people carrying swords like Bai Poplar. For the ordinary world, guns are far more intimidating than cold weapons.

About fifteen minutes later, Monk Jikong came to the door of Witt Miller supermarket. He was still wearing a sweatshirt and hooded to cover his bald head, and beside him was a man dressed like him.

Bai Yang can clearly see her head, which is also shiny under her hood. How can she feel that this so-called dead hunter is like a Shaolin Temple overseas branch?

"I didn't expect that we would ask me for money when we had our first call in the Alpha Empire." Monk Jikong shrugged.

"Otherwise, I'll talk about my relationship with you monk?" Bai Yang said lightly.

Monk Jikong was speechless.

Bai Yang raised his head and said, "The Alpha Empire is your territory. Wouldn't you invite me to a meal?"

………

In the Western restaurant, soothing music slowly played. Poplar cut off a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, enjoying this rare tranquility. The whole action was pleasing to the eye, like a rare gentleman.

But neither Spielberg nor Monk Jikong knew that all this was just an illusion. Hiding under this seemingly elegant face, he was a complete monster or a madman.

"Now the entire mysterious world is talking about you. Everyone knows that a monster escaped from the intercepted by the Insit Empire and severely damaged the elite squad that was chasing. You have become famous in the world." Monk Jikong didn't have anything, just watched Bai Yang eat.

"Being famous is not a good thing." Bai Yang continued to cut off a piece of beef and looked at the man with a hood sitting next to Monk Jikong, "Is this?"

"Do you remember that I told you about the spinach odds in the mysterious world about your escape from the Insit Empire?" Monk Jikong pointed to the hooded man beside him and said, "This is the dealer of the spinach this time, and it is also the one of our dead hunters. His Dharma name is Jimo."

Bai Yang raised his head and said, "No wonder you and this guy were also on the edge of Lake Lonas that night. Are you looking at whether I can get out of the borders of the Insit Empire?"

As soon as these words were said, the air instantly fell into silence. Even Jikong did not expect that Bai Yang knew that he was also by Lake Lonas last night. You must know that they just looked at the lake, but it was still through heavy rain.

Even so, was it discovered?

It's really a terrifying perception like a monster.

"It's part of it. We were originally planning to help you if you almost came out." Monk Jim paused at this point and said, "Jikong told me that you might be able to lead us to break through the shadow of the Twelve Empires."

"To be honest, I'm very interested in overthrowing the Insit Empire, but I don't know anything about you. Let's talk about joining you later, at least after I have enough knowledge."

Bai Yang said this and put down the knife and fork in his hand and said, "The reason why I look for you this time is that on the one hand, I want some money, and on the other hand, I hope you can provide a legal identity in the Alpha Empire. Jikong said during the Inst Empire that he would help me solve these things."

Monk Ji Mie nodded and looked at Jikong. It was obvious that Jikong had told him this.

"I will solve this, but... before solving it, I want to see if you have the strength to take us out of the shadow of the Twelve Kingdoms." Monk Nirvana looked at Bai Yang and said slowly.

Bai Yang took out a napkin and wiped his mouth, saying, "Yes, let's just be here, it won't take much time."

Bai Yang's terrible instinct can clearly feel anyone's strength. If Irving Max can match him, then Monk Nirvana is probably a... fight against the Five Slags.

"here?"

Monk Ji Mie raised his head and looked at Bai Yang. He felt that Bai Yang underestimated him, but the generous monk still smiled and said, "Then let's start."

"good."

As the last ending of Baiyang fell, his figure disappeared from the seated chair.

At the same time, Bai Yang's figure appeared in front of Monk Jim almost instantly, and terrifying pressure hit her face. Before Monk Jikong could react, Bai Yang took his neck with one hand and lifted it into the air.

It seemed like it was forbidden in the air for a moment. Bai Yang raised his head and looked at the monk Nirvana who was lifted up with one hand and said:

"Is it enough?"

"Enough."

Monk Jim almost squeezed out these words from his teeth, because the throat where he was making a sound was almost pinched by Bai Yang's fingers.

Bai Yang slowly let go of his palm, and Monk Jimiao coughed dryly, his eyes full of shock.

He had no authority, only terrifying power and speed, but he was so strong that he could not react at all. He suddenly understood what it meant to tell him that this guy was a monster.

After rubbing his neck, Jikongheshan slowly raised his head and said, "I will arrange your identities soon."

………

Meanwhile, Kyle Lee met Irving Max in the Inst Empire, suburbs of St. Vincent, and in the school hospital on the Central Campus of Akali College.

Irving Max was lying on the hospital bed, with thick gauze wrapped around his chest and abdomen. After seeing Kyle Lee, he raised his head and said, "I thought you would come to see me as soon as possible."

"I went there for a temporary meeting with the school director."

As he said that, Kyle Lee looked at Irving Max's injury and said, "What I didn't expect was that you were injured like this."

Irving Max is an elite even in the senior grade, but the person who led the team was directly hit hard at this time, which shows that "Qiao Zhiwen"'s strength is far beyond the upper limit of the lower grade.

Speaking of his injuries, Irving Max also became serious, and he looked at Kyle Lee and said seriously:

"That Oriental man is very strong. I exchanged swords with him, but he was in a better state than me at that time. If he hadn't left at that time, I would have died there."

Kyle Li Wenyan took a deep breath and said, "It seems... he is stronger than I thought. The younger students in the lower grades are destined to face a real monster, a monster that is even more terrifying than the dead hunter Gul'dan."

"But this is a good thing, isn't it?"

Irving Max slowly raised his head and looked at Kyle Lee, saying: "A monster in the true sense often creates a generation of true elites. According to your oriental people, that is... one general succeeds and thousands of bones are undone."
Chapter completed!