chapter 7 Are you just here to cause trouble?

"If you buy it, you won't be able to return it. It's a waste if you don't use it!"

Naturally, Huang Mao would not let these uncles and aunts ruin his business, so he quickly intervened.

This is what Tenston Zimmerman was waiting for.

Naturally, there are rules for setting traps, that is, one trap is used to make up for the other, and the sold traps must be completed by others!

Tenston Zimmerman stood outside the rope, took a deep breath, activated the magic formula, and adjusted his breath and body to the most coordinated state.

Whoosh!

The first circle flew out.

"Hey, young man, you are trying to get money!"

"Don't do that. If you can't catch it, no one can!"

"This guy is so stupid!"

"You care about others. If they have money and are willing to throw it away, what can you do!"

The uncles and aunts immediately exclaimed, and Huang Mao also looked sarcastic.

It’s true that there are people who want to arbitrage money from the beginning, but basically no one has succeeded.

Not to mention the distance, even if it is lucky enough to get it on, because of the material of the circle, it will jump up immediately when it touches the ground.

But the next moment, both the uncles and aunties and this yellow haired man were all shocked.

The hoop thrown by Tenston Zimmerman hit the pile of money with great accuracy.

Moreover, the circle did not jump!

After Tenston Zimmerman succeeded in practicing, his control of strength has reached a terrifying level.

"Put it on, put it on, it's three thousand yuan, this young man is so lucky!"

"It must be luck, how could it be so accurate!"

"It must be luck. But with this circle, he won't lose."

The uncles and aunts laughed at Zadao again, looking like that, which made them even more excited than if they were the ones caught in the trap.

Huang Mao pursed his lips and secretly said something bad.

He took out three thousand yuan and handed it to Tenston Zimmerman, and he stood aside and continued to wait.

He has made millions from this trick, and he doesn't even care about a few thousand dollars.

But just as he stood still, there was a soft click, and another circle fell to the ground.

After he turned his gaze, his eyes immediately became round!

Put it on again! Another three thousand yuan!

"Oh, this young man is amazing. Six thousand yuan is enough, which is less than a month's salary!"

"Too accurate, such luck."

"Quick, one more, some more."

Another group of elders and aunties gathered around, and none of them even danced in the square.

Everyone was looking at Tenston Zimmerman to see how he would set the trap next.

Whoosh!

Tenston Zimmerman was naturally not polite. He flew out in the third circle and landed on the pile of money with great accuracy.

Another three thousand yuan!

Whoosh whoosh!

Tenston Zimmerman directly threw it four times, as if he had eyes, and all of them were caught on the pile of money.

There was no intention of jumping up at all.

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment!

One is luck, two can also be luck, six in a row, then it will no longer be luck.

After paying out 18,000 yuan, Huang Mao became excited.

Tenston Zimmerman is definitely not an ordinary person. He met a master today, and his half-day work was wasted.

When he thought that Tenston Zimmerman still had so many circles in his hand, his whole body shivered as if he had just finished peeing.

Handing the money bag to the woman next to him, he hurriedly hid aside and dialed the phone.

Not far from the night market, there is a Euphoria KTV.

In the most luxurious private room here, a middle-aged man wearing Tai Chi suit was leaning on the sofa.

Behind him stood a row of big men in black, holding a little beauty dressed as a student in his arms.

His big hands were groping through the little beauty's clothes. Even though her face was full of tears, her face was pale and her whole body was shaking, she didn't dare to resist at all.

She knew exactly who this man was and what terrible methods he had.

At this moment, the man's cell phone rang. After picking up the phone and saying a few words, he threw the phone aside in displeasure.

"Dragoria, someone is causing trouble at the night market. Please take someone to see them."

"Yes, Brutso!"

A muscular man with a pair of green wolves tattooed on his arm immediately answered the door.

With a wave of his hand, all the big men in black clothes in the private room immediately followed Dragoria and left.

With a cold snort, the middle-aged man turned over and pressed the little beauty in student clothes under him.

Brutso is the leader of this nearby area, and the night market that Tenston Zimmerman has circled is his territory.

In this area, whether black or white, he has strong energy.

After finishing the call, Huang Mao looked back and couldn't help but tremble again. In a short period of time, Tenston Zimmerman threw more than twenty circles.

All the money was piled up, and nearly 100,000 yuan fell into Tenston Zimmerman hands.

He was so anxious that he stamped his feet. If he continued like this, his business would be ruined by Tenston Zimmerman!

It wasn't until he saw the Dragoria appearing that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Tenston Zimmerman could be said to have a great heart. He found that making money by throwing circles was much faster than breaking the end game of chess.

At this speed, he could get three hundred thousand cash before the night market fully opened.

In addition to the reward for saving people from winning chess, the loan shark amount of 500,000 yuan is completely enough.

But at this moment, he frowned.

The crowd was pushed away, and Dragoria got in with five or six men in black.

"Boy, are you just here to cause trouble?"

Dragoria shouted, his eyes swept over Tenston Zimmerman, and he immediately showed sarcasm.

"There is no need to vote in the remaining circles. Hand over the money you just won and get out!"

Looking at Tenston Zimmerman's attire, he knew that he was not of the right kind.

"That's not possible. I haven't finished betting in the circle yet. I also won the money. Just hand it over if you say you can."

Tenston Zimmerman said nonchalantly, raising his hand, another trap was placed on the pile of money.

Dragoria's face immediately turned cold.

"Boy, some money is not something you can make. If you are sensible, get out of here, otherwise you can't afford the consequences."

"as a result of?"

Tenston Zimmerman said nonchalantly.

"It is your rule to bet and accept defeat. It is also your rule not to let go until the trap is over. If you can't afford to lose, you have to chase people away, right?"

"It's fine if you want me to leave. There are three thousand circles left. I'll leave immediately after paying the bill."

If he had met these gangsters in the past, Tenston Zimmerman would definitely have walked around, but now, he doesn't pay attention to these people.

"It's just that you want to run away before the trap is set, right?"

"I'm willing to admit defeat. If you win, you will feel proud. If you lose, you will want to default on your debt!"

"Young man, hurry up and vote. We will help you testify. You won't be afraid when the police come!"

The melon-eating people next to them are also the ones who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"You're not on the right track, right? You're asking for death on your own!"

Dragoria didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. He waved his hand and the big man in black behind him rushed out.

The most effective way to deal with such a stupid young man is to give him a beating.

No matter how awesome you are, after a beating, all your temper will be gone.

Several big men also sneered. Although Tenston Zimmerman was nearly 1.8 meters tall, his figure was a bit thin and he was as easy to deal with as a child.

"Young man, be careful."

The crowd retreated with a roar, giving way to the venue.

"You are the ones seeking death!"

Tenston Zimmerman snorted coldly and rushed forward to meet these big men.