Chapter 189 Alien Black Market Fist

Unfortunately, Wu Hui didn't give Billy enough time to talk nonsense. In the next second, a crisp "click" sound was heard. Billy's neck tilted and he died. After the breath was cut, Billy's eyes still did not close. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Wu Hui in front of him with disbelief. He knew that he could not understand why Wu Hui was so powerful even though he knew that he could not understand why Wu Hui was so powerful.

Neither Feng'er nor Xiaorou did it too much for the act of killing people without regrets. It was just that you looked at me and I looked at you, and your face was a little pale. Killing people may be a terrifying thing elsewhere, but in the slums, there are too many such things.

The government is unwilling to waste any resources for this huge slum. For the government, any investment here is unnecessary, and of course, it cannot let the people here die. After all, the slums can provide a large number of people to the upper class, and sometimes some beauties can appear from time to time, and can provide huge comfort to the upper class, so it is still retained. Citizens or voters who make mistakes may be demoted to civilians and live a painful life.

However, there are too many people in the slums, and too many for the government. Therefore, the government adopts an indifferent attitude towards the government here. No one cares about the dead people here. For those untitled people who do not even have the identity registration, the government is too lazy to care about their life and death. It is precisely because of this that there are dead people happening here every day. Whether it is Feng'er or Xiaorou who have lived here since childhood, they have long been accustomed to this.

"Leave here first, and let the rest go." Wu Hui said without any extra nonsense. After hearing this, Xiao Rou and Feng'er nodded. They also understood what Billy said just now. The two fighters who followed Billy were probably subordinates of a certain electoral family or even a nobleman, because they were the only ones on this planet that the great fighters could serve them.

For a pariah, whether it is against a elected family or a noble, it can only be described as a disaster. Not to mention the strength of the elected family and aristocrats, just against them is against the entire society and the entire planet, this will make people lose the possibility of victory.

After Feng'er and Xiaorou left here, Wuhui raised a purple flame with his hands, and cremated the three corpses on the ground in less than a second, without even a trace of residue left, and directly vaporized the bodies of Billy and the other three.

After dealing with the matter here, Wuhui followed Feng'er and the others. It was no longer safe. Billy was able to find this place, proving that the people behind him could find it. Staying here is not something that a smart person should do. Although Wuhui is not afraid of them, Wuhui doesn't like trouble, and it's better to be low-key now. Otherwise, if he is beaten up by the crowd of the blood clan, he may not be too painful to cry at that time.

There are many empty rooms in the slums. The former owners here were dealt with, killed, trafficked, or the direct corpse was left uninhabited. This is possible. Therefore, people in the slums do not need to buy houses. They are all rooms of 20 square meters. They basically want to live anywhere, but some people are used to living there, so they won’t change them.

In order not to find someone, Wuhui, Feng'er and Xiaorou went to the 13th District of the slum area and the sixth floor, where they found a place to settle down through the underground passage.

"Boom" The door was suddenly opened, and the three people who had been running around for several hours had rested. Although there were waves of dust in the room, Feng'er and Xiaorou no longer had the strength to care about this, and just sat on the ground and gasped.

This distance is naturally nothing to Wuhui. Wuhui did not hesitate too much and began to clean the room. After a while, the room was sorted out. Wuhui turned around and prepared to go out to organize the room next door. After all, it is inconvenient for Wuhui to live here. Wuhui is embarrassed to live here in such a small space. It is undeniable that Wuhui is willing to live here with Xiaorou. However, although Wuhui is a little evil, he will not really do this. Although Wuhui really wants to do it, no one can organize him here.

"Wow, you are so powerful. How did you do it just now? Oh my God, that's a level 6 fighter, a level 6 fighter, and you can become a voter in a few levels. Oh my God, you actually killed them in the blink of an eye. You are simply too powerful. What did you do before, I guess you must be a high-level fighter, do you think you are?" When Wu Hui turned around and was about to go out, Feng'er had recovered and jumped in front of Wu Hui and said excitedly to Wu Hui. When she said this, she kept gesturing her little fist. Obviously, Feng'er was very excited and excited at this time. Her eyes were full of admiration when she looked at Wu Hui.

"Nothing, didn't I say it? I don't remember what happened before, but I think so, were the two of them just now, were they level 6 fighters, they were simply too weak." Wu Hui smiled faintly, looked at Feng'er who was lying on her belly and rubbed her head and said.

"Haha, is that true, then you must be a senior fighter. This is simply great. Sister Xiaorou and I will no longer be afraid in the future. Oh my God, he is actually a senior fighter. I heard that the most powerful person in the slums is just a second-level fighter. Big man, you are so powerful. In the future, we don't have to be afraid of anything in the slums and can walk sideways." Feng'er said excitedly to Wuhui. His head was raised, like a proud little rooster. He could hear what she said, Feng'er really regarded Wuhui as her own person.

"I don't want to stay in the slums, but I don't want to stay in the slums. It's not me, but we don't want to stay in the slums. Feng'er told me how to become a citizen, and told me where to earn a credit point, but I want to become a voter." Wuhui looked at Feng'er in front of him and said confidently.

Wuhui looked into the distance while talking, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was also wondering when he was so down and out. He didn't dare to do anything randomly under the command of a young Count of the blood clan. This is really ironic. Wuhui had a flame in his heart, a burning flame that could explode at any time. He had the urge to destroy this place, occupy it alone, and then force the earl to take him to Robin Star.

But soon this was suppressed by reason, because he knew that if he really did, it would obviously not be a wise decision.

"This is actually very simple to become a citizen. It requires ten thousand credit points. I have a very profitable job. I was afraid that you would be in danger, but now I am not afraid. Hehe, you are a senior fighter, you are absolutely invincible there. When we are at the right time, we can earn a lot of credit points and buy a lot of food, a lot of toys, and a lot of new clothes. At that time, Feng'er stood there and said with a fantasy look on her face. When she spoke, she couldn't help but show her expectant gaze in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were flowing from the corners of her mouth.

"Ba." Wuhui patted Feng'er's little head gently and said angrily to Feng'er Mai in front of him: "Okay, don't fantasize anymore. We will naturally have some things in the future. Tell me what job it is."

"Black Market Fist" Feng'er said firmly after hearing this.

"Black Market Fist" Wu Hui said curiously to Feng'er in front of him, with a hint of confusion on his face. The meaning was already very clear, Wu Hui was waiting for Feng'er's explanation.

Feng'er is not a fool, and she naturally understands the meaning of Wuxuan. So she changed her expression and rubbed her head with pain, and said with dissatisfaction: "Yes, Black Market Fist, saying that it is Black Market Fist is actually transparent. However, those citizens and voters, who are bored in life, just come up with ways to gambling and entertainment. Anyone can participate, including civilians, of course, fighters, but the most powerful ones are just level 7 and eight fighters. After all, fighters above level 9 are already noble voters. They are supported by the planet and do not need anything at all. People at level 9 are devoted to practicing there and have no time to fight black market fist. Therefore, most of the black market fist are fighters who want to spend credit points, or fighters who want to pursue battles, and those who want to make a fortune and get rid of civilian status."

"But the black market boxing is very bloody, and it will cause the other party to be disabled or even die. I was afraid that there would be any danger if you go, but since you are so powerful, I think there should be no problem, haha," Feng'er said excitedly.

In a blink of an eye, Wuhui lived there after cleaning the room the next day. Feng'er appeared in front of Wuhui early in the morning. This time she obviously washed and sorted herself out. She put on a piece of not very torn clothes, then sorted out her short hair with her ears, revealing a delicate, beautiful, slightly charming and naughty face. It is certain that Xiao Feng'er, who is ten or eight years old, will definitely be a popular beauty.

The two left Xiaorou at home, and then Wuxuan followed Feng'er to a large arena in the first district of this slum. This is the main venue for Black Market Boxing, which is also allowed by the state and the government. It is legal when killing people here. It is also a place for citizens, voters, and even nobles to entertain themselves. Here they gamble, betting on the winners and losses and life and death of those participating in the competition to get what they call fun.

"Little girl movie, who do you mean? That little white-faced is here to punch." A fat man with an ugly face with a scar on his face was big and thick. After hearing the words of Feng'er, who came to bargain with him and asked Wu Hui to join the black market boxing competition and become his agent, he smiled mockingly at Feng'er, then glanced at Wu Hui and said with contempt.

"You" Feng'er was about to say something, but at this time Wuhui had heard this. He walked to Feng'er without saying a word, and then punched her in an understatement at the alloy wall next to her.

With a "boom", Wuhui punched the metal wall dozens of centimeters thick, Wuhui made a big hole in the metal wall. After retracting his fist, Wuhui looked at the fat man in front of him and said coldly: "I should be qualified for this."

Wuhui's movements have completely made the fat man stupid. Oh my God, he punched through the alloy wall with one punch. What kind of cultivation level is this? At least, at least he is an intermediate warrior. Oh my God, otherwise how could he be so powerful. I heard that only people above the intermediate warrior are qualified to do this. After a while, the fat man came to his senses and quickly nodded and bowed to Wuhui in front of him with a smile on his face, "Of course I am qualified, of course I am qualified. You should give me a nickname. We don't need a real name here. Of course I still have some rules to tell you."

"The nickname is. I think it's called the God of Killing. If you have any rules, just say, don't be there, mother-in-law and mother, I hate trouble the most." Wuhui still looked like a cool guy and stood there and said coldly, as if he didn't take the other person seriously at all.

Although he felt a little dissatisfied, he didn't dare to say it. Although he was a citizen, there was a gap between citizens. It was not just like between him and Wuhui. He was afraid that the guy in front of him would kill him in anger.

So despite being dissatisfied with Wuhui, he still nodded and bowed to Wuhui with a smile on his face, "Yes, the boxers here are divided into fourth-class and first-class boxers. Every time they play, no matter if they win or lose, the second-class boxer is a boxer. He can get one thousand credit points every time he appears. The third-class boxer is called a boxer. He can get five thousand credit points every time he appears. The third-class player is a boxer, and he can get ten thousand credit points every time. As for the fourth-class boxer, this. The appearance fee is 100,000, but we don't have such people here yet, because every time we advance, we have to defeat ten of the same-class teams in a row.

Only experts can do it, and we at King of Fighters level only have three, so there is no possibility that there is no possibility of any appearance. Of course, you can also place bets and win by yourself, so that you can make money faster. Almost all boxers do this. After all, the danger coefficient here is too great. If you fail, it is equivalent to death. No matter how many credit points you have, it is useless. Therefore, everyone will do this. If you win, you will naturally make a fortune. If you lose, you will even lose your life. Of course, if your opponent is a person with a higher level than you and you challenge it above the level, you can successfully advance."

"So that's it, that's it, so okay, I'll sign up and arrange an opponent for me." Wuhui said lightly, his expression was cold and his commanding tone made the other party very unhappy.

However, the other party still smiled and said, "Okay. OK, don't worry, let's do this, there will be a game in about two hours. I'll arrange for you to play."

"Yeah." Wuhui nodded faintly.

"Then I'll say goodbye first," the man said with a smile, and after that, he turned around and left. When he left here, the man's face turned cold instantly. The expression on his face looked quite ferocious, and he whispered: "Good boy, you dare to talk to me like this. Since this is the case, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll let you go with it."

"Dear everyone, we are a new strongman who has won six games in a row today. Li Hong, the boxing force, has a score of 25 wins, one defeat and one draw. Oh my God, this result is a bit amazing. I think he must be a very powerful fighter, and he must be a fighting genius. It's really crazy." Two hours later, Wu Hui and another player were already standing in this vast circular building similar to the Colosseum of Rome, and began to prepare for the competition on the ring in the center of the huge square. At this time, the referee introduced himself and his opponent there.

However, the referee was obviously praising his opponent. After hearing this, Wu Hui's mouth flashed with a sneer. In fact, Wu Hui had long thought that that guy would take revenge on him. Wu Hui is not the kind of idiot who only knows how to practice and not understand the world. The reason why Wu Hui had to do this and offend that guy was to let him arrange some strong men for himself. Since he was responsible for recruiting personnel, he naturally had the right to arrange competitions. Even without this right, he would probably be able to speak. So Wu Hui did that to let him send masters, so that he could advance quickly. Only in this way can he achieve his goals quickly.

"Haha, the one below is so handsome. Oh my God, his appearance is full of oriental charm. I think he is a descendant of a strong man from the East, but his figure is so thin haha, I think he is our new boxer killer god, haha, he has a very domineering name, but I think he is in danger. Li Hong, a very powerful referee, stood there and teased unscrupulously. To be honest, Wuxuan's muscles and figure are indeed much thinner than the guy opposite with a two-meter-three-meter-tall and locked figure.

"Okay, let's start our game." After saying that, after a burst of laughter in the audience, the referee knew that it was almost done, so he stood there and shouted.
Chapter completed!