"Oh, it's Brother Zhiyuan. Come on, I'm just stewing a big pot of beef from the violent horns. Pay it for some?"

The bald man stood up with a smile, then said to the side with a stern expression: "What are you standing there? Why don't you bring a chair for Brother Zhiyuan?"

"What kind of eyes are you? Be careful that I will chop you up and feed it to the dog beast."

The person next to him quickly brought a chair and placed it behind Zhao Zhiyuan.

Zhao Zhiyuan smiled faintly, sat down, grabbed a piece of ribs without hesitation, and ate the meat on the ribs in big mouthfuls.

The bald brow jumped, put on a big bowl, and drank a small sip of wine.

After a while, Zhao Zhiyuan threw away the bones and wiped his hands with a tissue. With his hand moved, a wisp of soul energy popped out of the storage space ring, and soon condensed into an extremely cool battle knife. On the back of the knife, a golden dragon was lifelike.

"Zheng!"

Around the tent, more than a dozen hunters pulled out their weapons at the same time, staring at Zhao Zhiyuan with misjudgment.

However, Zhao Zhiyuan threw the sword away.

The bald head took it over, stroked his hand, and smiled.

The bald man waved his hand, and the hunters under him put away their weapons one after another.

There are six orange stars on the sword, which means that this is a six-star rare war knife.

"The Dragon Roaring Knife you want."

Zhao Zhiyuan had no expression on his face. He stood up and said, "The company has paid a lot of money. What you promised will not be in the camp within five years."

The bald man couldn't put it down, and he smiled loudly and said, "Of course, I said that as long as you get the Dragon Roar Knife, I guarantee that no one in your camp will dare to offend within five years."

"It's just a pleasure to deal with your businessmen."

"I just like your pleasure, without dragging on the mud."

Zhao Zhiyuan nodded and said, "Now that the knife is given to you, I won't stay here for too long."

"What's the hurry? Eat some more before leaving?" The bald man smiled and moved his hand. The dragon roar sword turned into soul energy and stored it in his storage space ring.

Zhao Zhiyuan waved his hand and left with great strides.

It was not until Zhao Zhiyuan walked away that a subordinate spoke, "Boss, this camp is a piece of fat, just let them go?"

But the bald man slapped the subordinate hard and cursed: "Get out."

"You know the ball."

"Without any effort, you can get a rare six-star battle knife. Why do you have to pay a huge price to get the Star Company's camp?"

"You really think that Star Company is a vegetarian?"

"What I said in the bald man, even if it counts. In five years, there will be no harassment to the camp."

"This camp is the fatty meat of Star Company. They make a big profit, and we can make a small profit from it. They are willing to give it."

"If you want more, the other party will not send a sword, but a killing."

"If you want to stay in this wilderness, you must master this degree."

Then, the bald head smiled.

Isn’t it more important to cut slowly than to gain one-size-fits-all results?

It is interesting to collect protection fees from these large companies.
Chapter completed!