Dragon Clan: Start by obtaining the Sett panel

Chapter 28 God's Chosen One

"Big! Big!" In the dim warehouse, Mo Laojiu stared at the dice cup on the table with red eyes. He didn't collapse to the ground until the dice came out.

"M, how can it be so small..."

The three dice in the dice cup were arranged in front of him with numbers of one, two, and three, as if they were making a silent mockery.

"Mo Laojiu, you lost again. This time you owe us a total of 150,000." A bald tattooed man came up to Mo Laojiu and unfolded the IOU in his hand.

As the tungsten filament bulb on the top of the warehouse swayed, Mo Laojiu's fingerprints and signature were faintly visible on the IOU. This was the fifth time he had borrowed money from this bald man this year.

He used to be a boss with some success, but after he met this group of people, he was like a person trapped in a quagmire, controlled by the emotion called gambling addiction.

"Hehe...Brother Long, can you lend me some more? I have a feeling that I can make my money back in the next round! Really! I will definitely make it in the next round!" With a flattering smile on his face, Mo Laojiu hugged the bald man's thick thigh named Brother Long like a stray dog ​​wagging its tail to beg for mercy.

"Fuck you! I'm not doing charity! It's only natural to pay back debts. I'll give you three days... Return the money to me quickly!" Brother Long kicked Mo Laojiu away with a vicious expression on his face.

"Zhang Hailong, you weren't like this at the beginning! If you didn't follow me around every day, do you think I would care about you?" Rubbing his belly, Mo Laojiu stood up and cursed at Brother Long.

"Haha... beat him up." After lighting a cigarette, Brother Long waved his hand, and the younger brothers behind him immediately started punching and kicking Mo Laojiu.

After a moment, Brother Long squatted on the ground and grabbed Mo Laojiu's hair, looked at him with blood on his face and smiled.

"Don't say that I don't give you face. If you can't get 15 yuan in three days, I can't guarantee what I will do. Let me teach you a lesson first..." As he said this, Brother Long let go of his hand, walked to the side, picked up a steel pipe and pointed it at Mo Laojiu's leg.

"Wait! Brother Long! Don't... don't do it! How can I raise money for you if my leg is broken?" Mo Laojiu panicked and begged for mercy again.

"Okay... forget it then..." Brother Long patted Mo Laojiu's face, then suddenly pressed him on the table, took out a small knife from his waist, and smashed Mo Laojiu's little finger with the handle of the knife.

With a snap, Mo Laojiu screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered. Brother Long looked at him rolling on the ground and issued an ultimatum.

"This is just an appetizer. If you can't get enough... there's something more interesting waiting for you!" After saying that, he and his men left the warehouse.

Mo Laojiu trembled as he tore his clothes and wrapped his fingers with a strip of cloth, while he couldn't help muttering to himself:

"Fortunately it was just my finger... I can still turn the tables... I still have a chance..."

Although he said so, it was still a fantasy for this man to collect 150,000 in three days. The only possibility now was to gamble again, but where would he get the capital?

Just as he was thinking this, the lights in the warehouse began to flicker, as if there was something wrong with the circuit.

The warehouse here has been eliminated by the logistics company, and not many people come here on weekdays. Mo Laojiu, who lost his house, regards this place as his home.

The circuit was also secretly connected by Mo Laojiu, so it was normal to have problems. However, it looked a little creepy in the dim environment. Mo Laojiu tightened his clothes, looked around in panic, and spat on the ground.

"Unlucky! If it weren't for such an unlucky place, I would have won long ago!"

After venting his anger, Mo Laojiu turned around and was about to go out to find something to eat, but a figure suddenly appeared in front of the warehouse door.

"Brother Long? Why are you back? I'll go raise money now! Don't worry!" He hurriedly said nice things.

However, the figure opposite said nothing. Mo Laojiu mustered up the courage to move closer and finally saw the guy in front of him clearly.

This is a foreigner with extremely white skin. He is wearing a very elegant suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looks like a successful person.

"Sir...what are you doing here?" Mo Laojiu asked in English. Having been a boss in a coastal city, he naturally had experience in dealing with foreigners.

"If you are lost, I am willing to be your guide for a small reward."

Although the sudden appearance of the man made him feel a little suspicious, his strong desire for money overwhelmed his doubts. Coupled with the expensive suit on the man, the only thing left in Mo Laojiu's mind was how to get some money from him to return to the gambling table. Now because of his gambling addiction, his family and friends have long stopped contacting him. He eats and lives in this dilapidated warehouse every day, so Mo Laojiu really has no one else to borrow money from.

With just a little start-up capital, I can definitely make a comeback, even if it's just a little bit...

"Are you short of money?" the man finally spoke, but he spoke in Chinese.

Mo Laojiu felt more hopeful. If the foreigner knew Chinese, it meant he was an expert on China. Generally, such people were very interested in Chinese culture. Mo Laojiu felt that he should be able to make some money from him.

"As you can see sir, my business failed so now I have to stay here. I'm really short of money... If you can help me with some funds, I have an heirloom in my family that I can mortgage to you." No matter what the man's purpose was in coming here, Mo Laojiu just wanted to fool him.

"Let's make a deal. Drink this... and I'll give you some money." The man pushed his glasses and took out a test tube from his suit pocket. The dark red liquid inside looked particularly strange.

Could it be that he is a human trafficker... Mo Laojiu couldn't help but think so. He had heard that homeless people often disappeared recently. The guy in front of him might be the murderer.

While looking at the man in front of him, Mo Laojiu slowly backed away. The steel pipe that Brother Long had just used was nearby. As long as he ran over when he wasn't paying attention, he should have a chance.

However, the next moment, Mo Laojiu suddenly stopped because he saw a thick stack of US dollars in the man's hand, roughly estimated to be at least dozens of them.

Damn, if he can come up with so much US dollars, he definitely won’t be interested in a homeless person like me. Let me get the money first!

The US dollars seemed to glow under the light. Mo Laojiu gritted his teeth and approached the man. He took the test tube from him and drank it all without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain filled Mo Laojiu's body, as if his blood was burning. His eyes went dark and he passed out.

Faintly, Mo Laojiu seemed to see a light golden light in the eyes of the man in front of him, just like the legendary god.

"Tsk... this one wasn't chosen by God either? What a pity..." The man sighed, took out a handkerchief and wiped the back of his hand that had just been touched.

"Foolish mortals are not qualified to touch the chosen one of God. It seems that you are not the kind of person I want. But... I will still keep my promise." Putting the US dollars on Mo Laojiu's chest, the man turned and left the warehouse.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Laojiu suddenly gasped for air like a drowning man, and looked around in horror. No one was there...

After checking my body, it seems that nothing is missing... Besides, wasn't my finger broken? How come it has recovered now?

The US dollars on his chest fell to the ground, and Mo Laojiu realized that the strange events that happened before were not a dream, but reality.

"I'm rich? Hahaha! I'm rich!" With a hint of ecstasy on his face, Mo Laojiu quickly picked up the US dollars and couldn't help but kiss them twice, while putting aside his doubts about his body's recovery.

"We must win back this time!" Mo Laojiu said this as he walked towards the warehouse door.

He didn't want to continue gambling in this unlucky place. Even though his finger was broken, he still thought Brother Long's place was better. After all, he had won many times there. As for making money in other ways? He had no intention of doing that. Now Mo Laojiu just wanted to gamble again.

Mo Laojiu was so ecstatic that he didn't notice at all that his pupils were flashing a light golden light like the man before.

　Emmm, I originally wanted to summarize the second chapter today in a few hundred words, but it felt a bit lacking, so after some revisions I decided to write more. This guy who suddenly appeared can be regarded as a small boss before Cassel, so I'd better give him some appearance.

　　Next is the plot of Gu Ye’s first visit to Chu Zihang’s house, followed by the encounter with Deadpool as a task before entering Kassel.

　　I'll also improve Kassel's evaluation of Gu Ye and upgrade the panel... After all, there's still a gap between me and those dragon kings, and I don't want to abuse the main character (happy)

　　By the way, I beg you not to support the book. Considering that the author updates 5 to 6 words every day, I beg you guys to stop supporting it.

　　Today the editor said that there are still three QAQs missing from the follow-up reading. I really want to have some recommendations...

(End of this chapter)