Seeing the situation of silent confrontation, Kim couldn't help but think of a metrical poem: "Bariality and civilization are twins, the latter is always nobler than the former, but the former always threatens the latter until it is completely destroyed."

It's impossible. These mercenaries are more vigilant than they thought. Kim can imagine that once this conflict breaks out, he will definitely die first. Because the integrated cannon on the corridor on the second floor is closest to him.

I'm just an errand runner and it's not worth losing my life for such a thing.

Thinking of this, Kim couldn't help but chill. He smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, stood up, owed slightly to Su Hao, and turned around and walked out of the room.

Su Hao and others held their respective weapons and watched the people leave with caution.

Just as Kim walked out of the room, he saw dozens of people walking towards him.

Their clothes are all dark black and dark blue. This is the most commonly used color in the imperial aristocratic families. The basic styles of the clothing are similar, but the obvious differences can be seen. They all use gold or silver lines to embroider patterns on the clothes, but the patterns are different. It is these sceptical differences that divide the entire crowd into three waves. Especially the three young people walking in the front are obviously the leaders.

The moment his eyes came into contact with the crowd, Sem, who was originally dejected, suddenly became excited as if he was injected with chicken blood. He accelerated his pace and greeted the young man on the far right, with his eyebrows flying and his tone extremely enthusiastic.

"Master Garros, you're finally here."

This is a young man in his twenties. Although he is a male, his hair is scattered on both sides of his shoulders, showing a noble elegance. He smiled at Seme's jaw head walking towards him, his hands behind his back, and his face full of confidence and smug expressions.

Standing next to him, the other man in the middle was older, about thirty years old, strong, half a head taller than Garros. His eyes were quiet, bright and sharp, and his perspective shifted quickly and quickly. He stared at Seme, realizing the focus between Garros and him, and his eyes gradually became cold.

There is also the one on the left, also a man, younger than Garros, perhaps less than twenty years old. He has dark skin and strong physique, just like a resident who lives in tropical places all year round. His black uniform fits well and holds a long shotgun in his hand. I wonder if it is a habit or a weapon as a toy?

"Look, I said, Seme never lets me down."

Garros closed the lace lace exposed on the cuffs and looked at the two people next to him with a smile. His tone was full of show-off and a strong sense of superiority: "Phillip, your movements are slower than me this time. Brito, you won't blame me for buying those contribution points first, right? Haha, the McAlken family is indeed very quick in messaging. Especially for this kind of thing, even if it's just one second in advance, it means that it can take the lead."

Philip, the strong man standing in the middle, looked at Seme with a keen look, and saw Su Hao and others farther away. There was a hint of suspicion and expectation on his face, but he said nothing.

Seme had already run to Garros.

"How about it, there should be no problem with the point transfer agreement, right?"

Although Garros had deliberately hidden arrogance, excitement and ostentatious expressions, he could not hide it. He always felt that he had sent Seme in advance and the decision he followed was very wise. So he stretched out his right hand and smiled happily: "Take out the signed contract and show it to Philip and Brito. They have always not believed in this matter very much. Haha, it is no wonder that the facts have proved everything."

Seme stood on the spot, at a loss, and forced a wry smile from his face: "Master Garros, you are disappointed. They rejected our request to acquire contribution points. The agreement... cannot be signed."

The smile slowly solidified on Garros's face, and the right hand that was stretched out could not be retracted, and he held it stiffly.

For Garros, a thousand contribution points are very important. If the contributions collected previously were added, the total number of points held in his name could exceed 2,000. This means that he can occupy about 30% of the voice in family business activities. What's more important is that to a large extent, this can largely determine the succession ranking and take another big step forward.

In many cases, Garros maintained the noble demeanor and manners. He was used to solving problems in ways that he was familiar with. For example, this time, Garros was only half an hour ahead of others in time, but it was enough to complete the negotiations and reach an agreement. However, from Seme, he heard a result that was completely opposite to expectations. Surprise, loss, frustration, anger, and various emotions came one after another. Garros's face suddenly turned pale and his eyes were colder than usual.

This bad news broke his psychological bottom line in one fell swoop.

Next to them, Philip and Brito looked at each other and smiled at each other.

Garros could hear the cold snorkeling from his nostrils without looking back. He stared at Seme with an awkward expression, his eyes like the frozen ice: "Are you lowering the price?"

The meaning of this sentence is very obvious.

Seme is a subordinate who Garros relied heavily on. His advantage is that he can keenly detect the other party's weaknesses in business negotiations, so as to achieve his goal at an extremely low price. When he came, Seme carefully studied the information of Su Hao and Mo Xingkui, which determined the initial price of 100,000 gold coins. But in fact, the psychological price that Garros could accept was 840,000 imperial gold coins.

Seim actually did not make a mistake. First, he put up an extremely low price, and then kept bargaining and climbing up step by step. This was the most common method in commercial negotiations. Although the final agreed price was very different from the initial opening price, it had to go through repeated tug-of-war, which took a lot of energy and saliva from both sides to produce it. From the beginning, Seim did not place Su Hao and others in a similar position, and even thought about using the power of senior guards to suppress it and force the other party to accept the price he offered.

This is ability, this is the specific manifestation of the particularity of talents. Buying something that was originally worth one million for 800,000 is not considered smart at all, and at most it means being excellent. If you buy goods of the same value for 100,000, this is the real business elite.

Seme nodded in fear. He didn't understand why Garros asked this?

It is actually normal to lower the price, and it is also the real reason why I am favored by the McKenson family.

However, Seme is not a real aristocrat after all. He will never understand Garros' psychology. Making money must be time-consuming, and the theory of price reduction is not universal at any time. For example, this time, Garros needs to get these contribution points no matter what. There are too many pretenders next to him, and he has no more time to waste. At this time, the price reduction is simply to give up the time advantage that he has finally mastered.

"You damn bastard"

Suddenly, Garros roared without warning. He grabbed Seme's neck, fisted, and smashed it hard on his head and body, roaring constantly: "Who wants you to be smart? Who gives you the right to suppress the price without authorization? Do you know what this means? What do you think?"

Garros and Seme are both second-level evolutionists. However, in terms of combat effectiveness, Seme cannot be an opponent like Garros who spends a lot of resources to carefully cultivate the family heirs. The fists that fell like raindrops were accurate and fierce, and clusters of blood continued to burst out on Seme's face. He felt that the bridge of his nose was broken, the intestines in his stomach were completely twisted together, and his chest was extremely dull, almost unable to breathe. His face was hot, and a lot of liquid flowed out of his nostrils.

After several minutes of beating, Garros's anger and resentment calmed down a little. He pulled out a dagger from the back of the guard next to him, and without looking, he inserted it directly from the back of Seme's left ear. Seme's eyes, which were fascinated by blood, suddenly opened wide open, and his hands couldn't help but grab the sky, his mouth widened, making a fearful "hoho" sound.

The dagger is very dense and the flesh, with almost no bleeding. Garros has received systematic training in fighting and knows where to start from and can kill with one knife. Avoiding the main blood vessels to attack, which is the most important content in the noble fighting course. The nobles are not mercenaries, and even if they kill, they must maintain elegance and demeanor. "The least blood flows", this is the first chapter and the first sentence of the fighting course.

Next to him was handing the handkerchief at the right time. Garros slowly wiped his fingers that had just killed someone, turned his head and smiled gently at Philip and Brito. Although the other party didn't say anything, Garros felt that this was even more uncomfortable than being slapped on the face on the spot. He felt like flames were burning on his face, all blood was pouring up, and abnormal flush appeared on his white skin. Garros pressed down on the desire to find a few people to come and continue to kill him, and stepped over Seme, who was still twitching and not completely dead, and walked towards Su Hao and others who were standing at the door of the wooden house not far away.

"I apologize for all the words and actions of this fool before."

Although Garros never thought that a mercenary had an identity and status that was equal to him, he still showed an indispensable apology at this time. His attitude was still arrogant, but because he was lower than Su Hao, he could not maintain a look down from top to bottom, and instead had a more direct conversation: "I need your contribution points. Of course, the price will never be as the fool Seme said. We should sit down and have a good talk. Please believe my sincerity."

Su Hao did not answer. He turned around and looked at the other team members standing around. At this time, many town residents had gathered from both sides of the road. Dead people were the biggest source of excitement, and everyone wanted to know what was going on here. Especially the nobles, the chances of such high-level creatures appearing in Konoha Town are almost zero. Perhaps, there will never be such an opportunity to watch them up close in this life.

Kenson and Mo Xingkui's expressions were both cold, and so were the others. Seme's previous strength left a deep impression on the mercenaries, and they also did not like Garros' arrogance.

Su Hao turned around and said calmly: "Sorry, we don't want to consider this issue yet."

"Then you better think about it."

Garros stared at him coldly and squeezed out the words behind him from his teeth: "No matter whether you want it or not, you can no longer stay out of it. Not only us, but many people have focused on this thousand contribution point. I am a person who speaks more directly and will not hide it. Seme is a fool, so he died. With your status and status, there is only a disadvantage to obtaining these contribution points. This is a wealth that you cannot grasp at all. Don't think that I am intimidating. If it is a million gold coins, you are a safe and secure rich man. But if you hold an antique worth million gold coins, then thieves and bigwigs will try every means to take it away. You will become nothing, and maybe you will be stabbed inexplicably. The dead will never compete with the living, and the dead will not enjoy any benefits."

At this time, Philip also walked over under a group of bodyguards. He stared at Su Hao, his voice calmly, but he was as heavy as a huge rock: "No matter what your name is or who you are, I will ask for all the contribution points you have. As long as the price is not too outrageous, we can sign the transfer agreement now."

"What do you want?"

Garros turned around suddenly and glared at Philip, his face pale, and his anger made his body tremble.

"Of course it's a snatch business."

Philip did not hide his thoughts, his mouth was open and his teeth were revealed: "Dear Garros, I admit that you are indeed a good player on the golf course, but this kind of thing is not the kind of small bet we usually play. The Lager family also needs contribution points. You send someone one step ahead of time, which is your advantage, and we have nothing to say about it. Now that the matter is clear, you have not achieved your goal, they are unwilling to sell the contribution points to you. As the second buyer, we certainly have reason to talk to them."

As he said that, Philip turned his body sideways and shouted at his companion who was standing not far away: "Brito, do you think this is the case?"

“Yes”

Brito was still playing with the long shotgun in his hand and replied casually: "I will increase the price, higher than any of you."

He seemed to not like to speak, but every word was focused.

A gust of wind blew, and Garros's face suddenly turned pale. He suddenly felt that he hated Konoha Town, a ghost place. The damn mercenaries had damn contribution points, as well as the damn Philip and the damn Brito. Why were there fools and wastes like Seme around him? Why were there always a group of hyenas who rush toward him when they smelled blood? I am a nobleman, the heir to the title of Viscount Melken.

Just when Su Hao wanted to refuse Philip's request, he suddenly heard a harsh alarm. The sound was abrupt and loud, exactly the same as the air defense alarm on the earth.

Gunshots suddenly came to the east of the town, mixed with chaos and strong terror.

"Oh my God, the army of the dark world, they, they are coming."

It's almost dusk.

The dense dark race warriors rushed to Konoha Town like a tide. Dark warriors in human form, tall and ferocious werewolf, and dark ants and spiders with huge body sizes and over three meters long, crawling on the ground with six arthropods. They are all intelligent creatures in the dark world. Although they look similar to insects, they are two completely different living bodies. The heads of these huge ants and spiders are similar to humans, and the distribution positions of the compound eyes are symmetrical. Although the huge abdomen appear bloated, they are extremely flexible in action. Due to their strong combat power, in the dark world, they are called "ant demons" and "spider demons".

The heavy steel city gates were closed, and the heavy machine guns on the warning tower also turned their guns and poured firepower towards the direction of the dark creatures' attacks. The werewolf rushing in front suddenly turned over, but the dark warriors following him did not retreat, but hugged the werewolf's body in front and blocked them as shields. Their running speed was fast, and they fell several times, and had already rushed to the bottom of the city wall at the dead corner of the shooting, waiting patiently for more companions to arrive.

The defense power of Konoha Town is very strong. A few seconds later, more than ten heavy artillery shells roared and landed accurately among the dense dark creatures, causing large areas of sand and stone. The terrifying power formed a ring-shaped death zone, with blood mud and broken limbs flying everywhere in the air, and even the ground was trembling violently, releasing extremely strong energy.

A huge ant demon was hit directly by a shell, and it was blown to pieces on the spot, and thick green body fluids were splashed everywhere. The huge body wreckage was blown up on the spot, pressing a dark warrior firmly underneath, and instantly crushing it into meat paste.

More spider demons and ant demons appeared on the battlefield, with a number of more than twenty. Short shelling could not stop this level of attack. Soon, the first spider demon had already rushed to the town wall. Four arthropods were supported on the ground, raised their bodies, and sprayed a ball of mucus from their extremely stinky mouth, which accurately landed on the hard wall.

Not only the spider demon, but also the ant demon are also spitting out similar liquids, but there are differences in color and viscosity. This mucus has solidified in just a few seconds. The dark warriors waiting at the bottom of the city wall have turned over and jumped up, using their hands and feet, using the dense bulges on the surface of the dried mucus as a clinging point, and quickly climbed up the city wall and rushed into the town with agility and agility.

"Stop them, you must block these damn dark creatures"
Chapter completed!