However, no matter how Old Shen called it or chased it away, the black-headed marshal did not dare to go forward. It could feel the complete suppression of its own level from its own kind.
For the black-headed general, Zhang Fan's Level 1 cricket was already the king of its kind!
How could a marshal compare to a king?
At this moment, Zhang Fan gave an order in his mind. He ordered his Level-1 cricket to go forward and ruthlessly clamp down on Grand Marshal Shen's black-headed head!
The black-headed marshal was so stunned that he didn't dare to resist at all. He was pinned to the wall of the can in a daze, and his entire body was trembling.
It was obvious that Old Shen's black-headed marshal had lost without a fight!
This scene stunned the surrounding old men.
They had been fighting crickets for so many years, but they had never seen such a powerful cricket!
Could this be the legendary Cricket King?
It actually made Marshal Blackhead lose all will to resist. This was too amazing!
When Old Shen saw this scene, he felt like he was in mourning.
"Hahaha! Old Shen! You, the black-headed marshal, can't do it! He didn't expect to be subdued by this little brother's cricket in an instant! Tsk tsk tsk, looks like you're not living up to your name as a great marshal!”On the side, Elder Tang, who had lost to him before, laughed out loud.
He patted Zhang Fan's shoulder and praised him.""Not bad, young man! Where did you get this cricket? It's actually so powerful!"
" That's confidential," Zhang Fan smiled faintly.”
"Hehe, I understand, I understand. Your cricket is so powerful. It's simply mighty and domineering! Little brother, have you given it a name?”Elder Tang continued to laugh.
"Not yet." Zhang Fan shook his head. It was only a Level 1 cricket, so he was too lazy to give it a name.
"Hehe, why don't we just call him the Mighty King!”"Do you know that the Mighty King has just defeated the black-headed Grand Marshal who is worth 68,000?" Its value has soared!" Elder Tang looked at the Mighty King enviously.
Of course, Zhang Fan knew that if he wanted to sell his level-1 cricket, he would be able to sell it for at least 68,000 yuan, or even 70,000 to 100,000 yuan. This was obvious from the way Mr. Tang's eyes were shining.
However, this thing was only a rare commodity that could be hoarded. It could not be mass-produced and sold, or it would be worthless. Therefore, the real money was still from the cricket fights.
With this in mind, Zhang Fan put away the Mighty King and said to Elder Shen,""Grandpa Shen, you've lost. When do you plan to give me the 100,000 yuan prize?”
Old Shen came back to his senses. He saw his black-headed marshal lying in the jar dispirited and felt his heart ache. However, what made him even more uncomfortable was that he had actually lost to a child who had not even grown hair!
This made his entire old face turn red.
When everyone saw him like this, they all teased him,
"Old Shen, are you a sore loser?”
"Yes, yes. Don't bully this little brother because he's young. We're all watching!”
Since Old Man Shen had been quite arrogant recently, and had tortured all of them a few times, everyone was quite happy to see him being defeated. All of them began to speak up for Zhang Fan.
"Good, good, good! Do I, Shen Baiwan, look like a sore loser? Kid, tell me your bank account number, I'll transfer the money to you!”Elder Shen couldn't stand the jeers from the people around him, so he spoke to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan obviously had a bank card. He immediately gave a list of bank accounts to Elder Shen. Elder Shen memorized the information and then waved his hand toward a tall man walking toward him.
"Old Shen, what can I do for you?" the man said respectfully.
Elder Shen handed Zhang Fan a bank card and told him Zhang Fan's bank account number.""Go to the bank now and transfer 100,000 yuan from this card into this account!”
The man accepted the order and left.
Elder Shen then said to the crowd," Alright, as you can see, I've already asked my driver to transfer the money. It's my loss today!"”
Then, he turned to Zhang Fan." Kid, give me your phone number. I'm very unhappy about losing today!" Next time, when I get a more powerful cricket, I'll come and find you!”
Zhang Fan was quite happy to hear this. This old man was still clinging onto Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan couldn't have been more pleased. He wanted to compete with Zhang Fan in cricket fights. This old man was basically giving Zhang Fan money!
"Alright, I'll be waiting for you! I'm not afraid of cricket fights!" Zhang Fan readily agreed and gave Elder Shen his phone number.
Then, he looked at the other old men and said,"Elders present, if any of you want to challenge me, I welcome you at any time!”
After saying this, Zhang Fan left.
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