Turing tilted his monster's head, and his narrowed pupils swept up and down over the Iliad.

"That's what you said, 'create our glory and legend'?"

Faced with Turing's sarcastic tone, Iliad felt a little embarrassed:

"Please don't worry, Mr. Blaze...I don't think this is unacceptable..."

The monster looked at him with a smile on his face, without saying a word.

"I think I told you before... an ordinary arena newcomer can get competitive points in a mayfly-level event at most, but in fact, most of the surviving people only have a few hundred competitive points."

"Eighty percent, if we take out 4,000 points and hand them over to the other party, then our points will only retreat to the level of an ordinary super-limited beast fighting."

"When we fail in the battle with Libian Mazan, the Great Holy Grail's evaluation of us will be lowered, and then we will be a simpler opponent!"

“So I think…this deal is worth it!”

Iliad said very well.

As the monster's movements rubbed against violent sparks, Turing stood up from the carpet, walked slowly to Iliad, and lowered his head condescendingly:

"You're simply farting, Iliad."

"Failure in the arena and playing a fake match means that it is a not-so-excellent beast fighting game, and the most exciting part of the not-so-excellent beast fighting game is when the winner kills the loser."

"You are kidding my life and money, which makes you look like an innocence child."

"and……"

Turing suddenly stepped on and interrupted Iliath's words.

"Why can't I think it's because you colluded with the other party and want to take my money?"

"This... do you don't trust me?"

Iliad retreated and felt a clear and heavy depression coming from the monster, causing him to feel a sudden burst of hair:

"No, you misunderstood me! I just don't want you to die in this absolutely impossible battle! Because if you die in the battle, my performance evaluation will be absolutely negative, and..."

Speaking of this, Iliad gritted his teeth.

"The agent and this position require a lot of money to take on..."

"Is that right?" Turing retracted his head, his expression still, "Can I understand your current behavior as a performance-based induction?"

"No, what I'm saying is true, Mr. Blaze, I can show you the manual belonging to the agent..."

"Of course, but that's what you gave me, and you can modify the contents at will."

"Oh my God, have you not trust me in the slightest part of your life after nearly a week of getting along?!"

Ilia was dying of a hurry.

Turing narrowed his eyes again and returned to the soft carpet and lay down again:

"This topic is meaningless, and this transaction is not entirely true, because I cannot produce enough so-called points for trading."

"What?!" Iliad was shocked, "How much have you used..."

"Mr. Iliad, why don't we change the angle? Why do you think that the combat effectiveness of 5,000 points can't be defeated by a so-called popular player?"

"Of course it's impossible!" Iliad spread his hands and raised his tone. "I've watched the Libian Mazan game. It was a cruel, real monster. It belongs to the group of monsters that lack humanity among the Super Limit Fighting Beasts, and enjoys the arena!"

Iliad said, his emotions gradually gathered, and he hammered his palm hard, paced back and forth uneasy.

"Then, it's such a beast. Do you let me play a fake match with him?" Turing sarcastically.

"No! That was the suggestion of the other party's agent. Libian Mazan doesn't understand these... He is a monster with a diminished head mind, but he will listen to the agent! Such a transaction is an unspoken rule in the arena, and Libian Mazan uses this method to accumulate his points..."

Listen to the agent...

Turing, who was squinting, remembered the message.

"The evolution he has is more than 5,000 competitive points, not to mention..."

Iliad was still talking, then looked up at Turing:

"You also exchanged points for a lot of things that only physiological upgraders would use..."

“I also bought a multi-structure deformation training robot.”

"Then how much do we have left now?" Iliad was shocked.

"Of course... it's all used up." Turing raised his neck and grinned.

"You..." Iliad opened his mouth wide and stared at Turing, "That's five thousand points! Five thousand points! Do you know how much it costs to convert it into issuing currency?! What exactly did you buy..."

Speaking of this, Iliad immediately shut up.

That bunch of knowledge that physiological upgraders can only use, plus a robot, is probably more than half.

The monster's appearance at this moment has obviously undergone a lot of upgrades, and it seems that there are some mechanical equipment on it... Damn, what are the things this guy is fiddling with while I'm not at home?!

Iliad took a deep breath and rubbed his eyebrows:

"In other words...we have nothing left now?"

Turing looked at Iliad with some amusement, looking at his reaction.

To him, the other party's proposal was like putting himself in a social class and becoming the one being exploited, and he certainly would not agree.

"Give me the opponent's information, Iliad."

"I will kill this guy, you don't need to worry about the rest. Also... I need to correct it."

"It's not 'how much we have left', it's 'how much I have left'. These 5,000 belong to me. Even if you can make suggestions on where and how they go, it's just a suggestion that I can or don't take. How to use it is my freedom and the price I bear. Only when you make contributions to my event can you be qualified to point fingers at what I have won. Do you think I'm right?"

Seeing the white breath spewing in front of him, Iliad's face was not very good:

"You're right, but... as an agent, I have to take part of the risk... I have one of my shares in it."

"What are the risks you take? Lose a sum of money? The cost of getting you across the threshold to enter the industry? So what do you think is my risk?"

Iliad looked at Turing's bright red pupils, remained silent for a long time, and finally lost, his body collapsed:

"It's life..."

"And your proposal is like joking about my life. If you really want to guarantee the interests of both of us, don't point too much fingers. Being the spring commander, I'm the one who wants to come to power."

"Sorry... I understand." Iliad breathed a sigh of relief, "I was not considering it carefully enough... I was too anxious. But now... we have to think of a solution..."

"Give me the opponent's information, Iliad. If you are a popular player... Killing that guy should bring me a lot of competitive points, right?"

"You don't really want to defeat the opponent head-on in the ring..." Iliad rubbed his face hard.

Is this your method? And I haven't even shown you the information yet. Isn't this too arrogant?

"Do you think there is any other way?"

"No……"

"That's right. And I guess... a battle that seems to be without suspense but is extremely exciting, the audience's reaction should bring me more points."

Seeing that the monster was not worried at all, but was considering the performance of the show, Iliad could only sigh in his heart and find out his holographic communicator:

"Here, I'll turn it on the indoor equipment."

Although he had expected that this willful beast would not agree, he did not expect that the other party would settle the accounts so clearly. His mind had not yet found a way to make his mouth refute the other party.

"Mr. Blaze, I hope you understand...I am not a profitable end, I am just... looking for a way out for our newly established small group. If you die in the ring...I will get an incalculable amount of losses, which is not a problem that can be solved by changing one player..."

Iliad smiled bitterly.

This small dispute was enough to let him see the monster's distrust clearly, but if he didn't say anything to redeem it, the relationship between the two parties would probably not be very easy.

Turing looked up at him and opened his mouth, but the next words were interrupted by a noise.

The two looked to the center of the hall. It was a holographic image that Iliad had connected to and projected, with an incoming call message jumping on it.

"It's Mazan's agent..." Iliad tightened the holographic communicator in his hand and looked at the monster behind him.

"Don't record me, you can do whatever else you want."

When docking sampling is enabled in this world, the characters in both parties will automatically recognize and sample the characters in the call and project them over in a holographic way, just like a face-to-face conversation.

Turing means that his current state cannot be exposed to his opponent, which is a basic consciousness.

"I know……"

Seeing the monster's indifferent appearance, after a brief hesitation, Iliad stepped on the principle Turing, adjusted the angle and chose to connect.

"Hello, Mr. Fenniz. How are you thinking?"

A bald man in a blue high-reflective suit appeared in the center of the hall with a deep voice and his back to Turing. The projection of the holographic image made mottled light particles appear on him.

"Mr. Miluo, I... am just trying to reply to you." Iliad's eyes passed through Miluo's holographic figure and glanced at Turing behind him.

"So, what do you mean is, accept it?" Miluo in the holographic image grinned.

"Uh... no, no, Mr. Miluo. Can you give us more time to think about it?" Iliad thought in his heart, without giving an absolute answer.

"It's two days before the event starts, Mr. Fenitz." Miluo smiled and looked relaxed. "Although I can wait, even if I come to see me before going on stage,... Ma Zan doesn't like variables, he is not as patient as me."

"This..." Iliad hesitated, "Then I want to..."
Chapter completed!