Outside the camp of Alfari, a young man in rags, staggered on the road with a ragged rusty samurai sword in his hand.

His body staggered, staggering, as if a gust of wind could cause him to fall.

"Damn gold can", he murmured to himself, "This profiteer has won all my belongings, and even his wife has left me with her children."

"I have lost all my brother's money, and I have no shame to go back to the camp."

"Why? Why do I believe this bastard!" He pounded his chest like crazy, and his clothes were torn.

"Why? I couldn't develop a heritage! I hate myself so much!".

The samurai sword was penetrated deeply into the soil, only half of which was exposed.

"Oh," passers-by sighed when they saw this, "Another young man who was persecuted by Wuguan Group, the profiteering businessman is in power. When will it be the first?"

The young man sighed to the sky, then fell straight to the ground and fainted.

I don't know how long it took.

"Play!"

"Play!"

"Play!"

Bob slapped the young man on the ground with his thick palms left and right.

"Young boy, wake up!".

"Puff!"

Another bucket of cold water poured on the young man's face.

"Wow!".

The young man finally woke up.

He touched his swollen face like a pig's head and looked around with pain.

"Am I in heaven?"

His eyes were full of confusion.

"Young man, tell me what your name is?" Hans stepped forward.

"Pie...Piet".

"Okay, Pete, I tell you, you're in our ranks now and it's safe."

"Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo..." Peter burst into tears.

"Heroes, I am a person who was persecuted by Wuguan Group. I have divorced my wife and children. I will definitely avenge me!"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, stand up and say," Bob pulled Pitt up.

So, Peter told everyone with tears in his mouth.

The original Afari Camp was at the intersection of the Belmar Empire and the Dark Elf Kingdom, and had a unique advantage, and the border trade here was very prosperous.

The people here are very wealthy. They bring a truckload of dry goods from the Dark Elf Kingdom and sell them out for a few years without having to work.

However, a few years ago, everything has changed since the man who claimed to be a gold can.

He claimed that his jar could produce inherited equipment and even magical artifacts.

He took advantage of people's desire to get rich overnight and went to his can to open the can.

As a result, except for a few people who have developed heritage, most of them have blue sky and white clouds, and even purple outfits are rarely seen.

He took the opportunity to provide usury to people, and many people were trapped by him and have been impoverished since then.

"Old men, that's all." Pete lowered his head.

At this time, Yang Jian stood up and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility."

Humph, our group is born in this industry.

Yang Jian thought so.

The profit of selling cans is so high that I have long wanted to use these cans to open them.

As the saying goes: When a profitable businessman meets a profitable businessman, he will burst into tears.

When peers meet with each other, "industry exchange" is inevitable.

But he remained silent.
Chapter completed!