Ten dollars!
Even the entire warehouse of the Mystic Dragon was only worth this much!
A piece of ocean was enough for him to live a carefree life for a month in Chanda Town.
Ten yuan? Young Master Meng must be crazy!
"What are you looking at? Lend me ten dollars, be quick!”
Meng Fan stared at the Enchanted Dragon. Looking at this northeastern man, he was truly panicking!
If they really fought, he would definitely be completely defeated!
However!
At the moment, only this damn Mystic Dragon had the financial resources to support Meng Fan's trip to the black market to buy sulfuric acid.
This military drug, the sulfuric acid on the market, had been looted the moment the defeated soldiers entered the town.
Only the black market still had some, but it had already been hyped up to a price that made Meng Fan despair.
The veterinarian only mentioned it so that people would remember it.
In the entire concentration camp, other than those who had some private goods, like Ah Yi's pocket watch, only the rich man, Mi Long, could really buy that thing.
Previously, the Lost Dragon Army had already defeated and lost the quartermaster of the Chuan Legion.
After the Chuan Legion was gone, the military supplies left behind were all given to this kid.
He stole from the inside and relied on the ruthlessness of the northeastern man to directly occupy it!
Now, it was time to make this guy spit it out.
"Damn cripple, are you really not joking?”
After the Lost Dragon was dazed, the melon knife in its hand suddenly cut open the watermelon on the table. It licked the juicy surface of the knife and questioned Meng Fan.
This formation seemed like it was going to kill someone!
Seeing the Mystic Dragon's ruthlessness, Meng Fan's previous ruthlessness paled in comparison and was instantly extinguished.
It seemed!
The money in his hands was really not easy to borrow!
"Damn cripple! Why, are you a bear again? The money is here. Come and get it if you have the ability!”
The Mystic Dragon also casually took out a few coins and spread them out on the table. A few coins were lying next to the watermelon juice.
Although there wasn't ten, at a glance, there were seven or eight.
He casually gave her seven or eight dollars.
"The money is here.”
Puff!
The melon knife in the Mystic Dragon's hand chopped down again, slicing the watermelon into pieces. Holding the knife in one hand, he ate the melon with the other, his eyes looking provocatively at Meng Fan.
Should I take it or not?
Not only was Meng Fan unable to shout, but everyone else was the same. They stared at Meng Fan, their eyes unmoving.
At this moment, the entire air seemed to have frozen.
This amount of money was almost equivalent to half a year's worth of military pay. Even though they no longer had the so-called salary.
However, seeing seven pieces so directly…No!
It should be eight dollars. When it appeared in front of them, they all swallowed their saliva with difficulty.
Most of them were middle-class soldiers. Their monthly salary was only one yuan.
Often, they would just post it and then lose their cool.
He had never had so much money in one go!
However!
With this pace, money was not easy to get!
If it were them, would they dare to take the money?
They were not question marks in his mind, but exclamation marks!
Without a doubt, he wouldn't dare!
It was very likely that he would have to pay the price of one hand!
The saber in the Mystic Dragon's hand was not to be trifled with!
Everything!
Everyone was looking at Meng Fan, but they wanted to see if this damned cripple, who didn't show his strength, had the guts.
Tell the truth!
They were really surprised that Meng Fanla was so domineering and directly borrowed money from the Mystic Dragon. They were all secretly giving her a thumbs up.
"The black market is in short supply for the sulfuric acid. Time waits for no one!”
At the critical moment!
The old bastard, the vet, broke the tense atmosphere. He was urging Meng Fan to make a decision.
Seven or eight dollars. If he missed it, it would be a loss!
Meng Fan's mouth twitched, feeling awkward.
However!
He didn't want to be a soulless man like that shameless Meng Fan.
Immediately!
Under everyone's gaze, he limped to the front of the Lost Dragon.
Seeing Meng Fanla walk over, the palm of the Mystic Dragon that was holding the saber was also sweating.
Could it be that he had met someone who was playing tricks? Were they really not afraid of the saber in his hand?
What if!
This bastard really stretched out his hand. Should he chop it down?
Not only did Meng Fan feel awkward, but the Enchanting Dragon also felt the same. It felt like he had shot himself in the foot.
He reached out!
This damn cripple really stretched out his hand!
Meng Fan was also extremely nervous. He stared at the Enchanted Dragon without saying a word.
The money was already in front of him. He could get it with just a stretch of his hand!
If he had money, he would also have the sulfuric acid, and his injured leg would be saved!
Let's take a gamble!
Meng Fan, who knew my team's plot, knew the character of the Lost Dragon. He was quite a loyal person.
Moreover, Yu Xiao Qing had already been here. Soon, everyone would go south to kill the devils.
It was useless for the Mystic Dragon to keep these. In the end, they all benefited the warehouse keeper of the concentration camp.
Regarding this!
Meng Fan bet that this bastard was just bluffing.
So, he reached out!
Damn it!
The Enchanting Dragon cursed as well!
He had seen people who did not care about their lives, but he had never seen someone who did not care about their lives like this!
This damn cripple was really messing with him. Taking his money was akin to stabbing a knife into the heart of the Lost Dragon!
He couldn't take it anymore!
F * ck you!
Suddenly, the Mystic Dragon raised its blade and slashed down…
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