System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 659 - 304: How can we find a venue? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_5
Combat, over!
...
"The outcome is decided."
Mr. Li, with a hint of emotion, said, "Since that’s the case, according to the rules, I should be the one eating this piece of meat, so please don’t interfere in the future. Otherwise, as the son of the current leader of the ’Scallion Civilization,’ I do have some military command authority."
"..."
Zhou Shen and the others sitting nearby remained complexly silent; they felt it wasn’t over yet. Although they hadn’t been in contact with Master Mang for long, they knew Master Mang wasn’t someone who engaged in useless endeavors.
If Master Mang had judged from the start that he couldn’t win.
Then Master Mang would probably not have agreed to this duel and would have simply driven the train over here.
Master Mang is not someone who bets easily unless he judges that he’s sure to win.
At this moment.
The Star-Stepping Sword Tiger seated in the deep pit suddenly looked down at its paws with bewilderment.
The next moment—
The ground suddenly began to tremble violently.
"Boom!!!"
Then, the entire stadium ground was rapidly collapsing, and a giant bloody mouth enveloped the entire area beneath the stadium, swallowing all the dirt along with the Star-Stepping Sword Tiger seated on the stadium.
In just a blink of an eye.
The football field on the stadium disappeared.
Only a giant furry green monster hovered in the air above the stadium, almost filling it entirely.
The onlookers sitting in the stands could even reach out and touch.
"This...this!!"
Mr. Li, in disbelief, suddenly stood up, his eyes red as he screamed, "No!!! Hu, Hu!!! Hurry and break out, burst out of its stomach, burst out!!!"
"No..."
Realizing the situation, Mr. Li painfully knelt on the ground, covering his face with his hands and wailing, "No...!"
...
"Alas." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Chen Mang exhaled with some frustration, lit a cigarette, and placed it in his mouth, lightly rubbing his temples, "Is this some kind of custom? Why are you, a grown man, crying at every turn?"
"Didn’t you say it was a fight to the death?"
"Did you only think about living and not about dying at the start?"
After a long pause.
Mr. Li then got up to stop the angry attendant beside him who was ready to strike, his eyes red as he hoarsely said to Chen Mang, "As per the agreement, this piece of meat is yours to eat, and I will no longer appear after this."
"From now on, we leave each other alone, farewell!"
Then, turning with excessive sadness causing him to stumble, he prepared to leave with the help of his attendant.
"Wait."
Chen Mang lightly snapped his fingers, causing Xiaolv, who originally occupied the entire stadium space, to gradually shrink, opening its bloody mouth once more to spit out a normal-sized but badly injured, yet still barely alive, Star-Stepping Sword Tiger.
"It’s not dead; I left you a life."
"Raising such a Stellar Giant Beast isn’t easy; a little disagreement doesn’t need to result in death."
"But it’s too weak and badly injured; if you trust me, I’ll have someone take him to heal?"
Mr. Li, who was originally ready to leave, looked at the Star-Stepping Sword Tiger suddenly expelled by Xiaolv, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his previously pained expression, as he urgently said with a trembling voice, "Do you have something faster? My people take only thirteen minutes from here to my train."
"I’m much faster than that."
Chen Mang waved his hand, and Zhang Yi from the audience jumped down carrying a fridge, quickly picking up the "Star-Stepping Sword Tiger" discarded in the stands and walked into the fridge.
By now, the Star-Stepping Sword Tiger had returned to its normal form.
Mr. Li did not obstruct but anxiously watched this scene. He hadn’t expected Chen Mang to spare the life of his Stellar Giant Beast, since it was agreed from the start to be a fight to the death. Regaining what was lost, he naturally had no reason not to trust.
After taking a deep breath, he looked at Chen Mang with red eyes and spoke word by word.
"I hear your people below all call you Master Mang."
"Master Mang."
"I call you that too."
"Thank you this time, I didn’t expect you to spare Hu’s life. I’ll completely withdraw from this competition, and I think we can become friends. In the future, if you need anything, feel free to tell me. If you ever visit the Scallion Civilization, I’ll give you the green light all the way, as long as you don’t rebel, do whatever you want."
"Don’t rush."
After lighting another cigarette, Chen Mang sighed lightly: "Why couldn’t everyone peacefully sit down and talk from the start? Why resort to fighting? I always advocate peace."
"And—"
"Where is the competition between us?"
"Your main goal is to develop the tourism business on the Scallion Civilization planet, to control a tourism company, right?"
"Yes."
He looked at the girl next to him: "And your goal is to continue being the CEO, to carry on your father’s business, right?"
"Also..." the girl said, trembling, "Also, to help avenge my father no matter the cost."
"Alright."
Chen Mang nodded and looked at the elderly person beside him: "And your goal as the second in command should also be hoping the ’Jimei Tourism Company’ grows better and better, so that the old brothers who followed your former master can have food to eat and hope for the future, right?"
The elderly person nodded vigorously like a pecking chicken.
"That’s it, everyone’s goals don’t conflict. My goal is to have more means of making money; I want most of the profit."
"Then the four of us can fully cooperate."
"Let’s work together to grow and strengthen this company, create momentum for the Scallion Civilization’s tourism industry, make money where money should be made, avenge where revenge should be avenged, and grow and strengthen where it should be grown and strengthened."
