Hunting College

"You should definitely go back."

Faced with Seprano’s reply, Sir Friedman said slickly: “Since the Cheung Kei Club’s ranking has risen, you seem to have been a little slack in the work explained in the club...especially this year’s Hunting Moon, listen. Say that you cooperated with Nivelles and earned three thousand jade coins. Many brothers in the club are waiting for your red envelope."

Seprano raised his eyebrows, realizing.

He finally knew the purpose of the hemophilia—because of the proper operation this year, the income of the moon hunting gambling was nearly 3,000 jade coins, which is equivalent to more than half of the assets of a small wizard family! Even the hemophilia, who had previously dismissed ‘dirty money’, still inevitably coveted it in the face of such a huge cake.

This ancient association is still rotten after all. Maybe it needs to break and stand like ‘will and judgment’ before it can be reborn from the ashes. Seprano thought and sighed silently in his heart.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Friedman these words.

"When it comes to gambling, I thought you would bring Sima Yi over... this year's hunting game, he caused us a lot of trouble." Seprano changed the subject, looking thoughtfully at F Ridman, then glanced at Matthew again: "I didn't bring Sima, is it because his surname is Sima, not Karen?"

Matthew's heart shook and he swallowed quietly.

He was shocked by the sharp insight of the fat wizard-because he brought him here, Friedman once said something similar (note).

The young vampire glanced quietly at his cousin.

He was keenly aware that when his cousin faced this fat man, he seemed to be a little bit unnaturally unnatural! As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he was immediately startled, and he couldn't help shaking his head vigorously, as if he wanted to shake this terrible thought out.

Sir Friedman gave his cousin a strange look, and said nothing.

"Who to take or not to take, this is my freedom... Obviously, you still don't have a deep understanding of the basic purpose of Alpha Academy." Sir Friedman raised his chin and answered his own reply. For satisfaction.

"Very good," Ceprano squinted his eyes, and the fat on his cheeks trembling laboriously: "Since you mentioned the purpose of the academy, then I hope you can recall the previous appointment with the Cheung Kei Club and reconsider just now. Proposal... After all, freedom and justice are never separated, and justice is never late!"

"That's why I have to come and explain to you in person." Friedman replied dryly: "There is no stipulation in the agreement that if Cheung Kei will arbitrarily change the'gambling method' and the'transaction method with Linzhong Lake Murloc 's consequence."

"I remember you just said that those murlocs gave stinky copper plates." Seprano twisted his lips laboriously and gave a mocking smile: "I think you noble families disdain this benefit."

"Bronze smell, copper smell, how can there be copper smell if it doesn't smell?" Friedman smiled exaggeratedly: "Of course, I personally don't mind if you come to a new agreement with the murloc behind our back... After all, everyone At school, as long as the agreement is in our interest, you can decide for yourself."

Mike King Seprano crossed his hands in front of him, squeezed his neck backwards, his face showed impatience.

Matthew's uneasy eyes glided across the faces of the two big men.

"This is my agreement." Seprano emphasized in a low voice: "It has nothing to do with you or other people. Maybe you have heard other people mention that His Excellency Augustus is not so satisfied with you. . So, now the Murloc reservation belongs to me."

Friedman's blue eyes stared into Seprano's deep eyes, and neither of them gave way.

"Have you seen?" Friedman took a step back slightly, leaning to Matthew's ear, making exaggerated gestures with Seprano's expression in his hands, and muttering: "Listen to his tone, Look at his expression...this is the expression with everything under control...this is confidence."

"You will learn one more later."

Seprano raised his hand, put his index and middle fingers together, shaking slightly.

Several sturdy men came out from the side and stood behind the two guests.

"Now you can go out." Seprano paused, adding: "Please."

Friedman narrowed his smile, took a step forward coldly, and said softly:

"Hemophilia has its own rules and regulations, you know. These rules go beyond Cheung Kei Club, beyond 3A, and even beyond the various rules and regulations of the first university."

"You don't care about these rules... Everyone knows this and has always been very tolerant of you."

"But it's like you have your own rules."

"But when you join the hemophilia club, you need to obey the rules of the club... this is an ancient contract, and you have no ability to break it."

"Now, your wise choice...no. Now, your only choice is to acknowledge this contract and humbly implement it."

"If you violate the contract, then the contract will not protect you like it does now~www.ltnovel.com~Seprano took a deep breath, stood up, and stared at Friedman: "You are threatening I? "

"No, no, this is not a threat." Friedman smiled, stretched out his hand, and raised his index and middle fingers, shaking slightly.

The thick men behind him fell silently to the ground.

"This is the threat."

Seprano's eyes were deep and expressionless, and he did not show any anger or fear because several Cheung Kei Club officials fell at the feet of Jazz.

Matthew’s mind could not help but come up with a few words he had heard before: “Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his face. It is a general style... but it may also be facial paralysis.” “Seeing the landslide without fear, it is probably because of the collapse. The mountain is not big enough"

Although many thoughts slipped through his heart, Matthew still maintained his responsibility as a follower very well. Behind Sir Friedman, he took out his book of dharma and made a defensive gesture.

"Put away your books, boy!" Seprano seemed to be talking to Matthew, but his eyes were fixed on Jazz: "While I haven't changed my mind."

"Put away the books, Matthew." Sir Friedman also said gently: "After all, this is the first university."

Matthew immediately obediently took back his mahogany hard shell book.

At this point, things in the candy house seemed to come to an end.

"The snail has no shell, it's just a slug." Before leaving the lounge, the Jazz finally said in a faint voice: "And after putting on the heavy round shell, it can even pretend to be the mother of sand time... he All lives can be sublimated by this."

Seprano watched quietly as the two left the candy house.

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