Chapter 12 Unpredictable People

An Wu Jiu's temperament changed drastically, like a bomb being ignited by a lead.

But just as it was about to erupt, it snuffed out the splashing spark by itself.

Such a long period of forbearance and concession is not to fight for a way of life for himself, but to raise Yang Ming's dark complacency and arrogance like a gu. Make them bigger and bigger like balloons.

At this moment, Yang Ming was standing there, his face ashen.

With his [capitalist] role and his two reliable generals, he almost formed a dominant situation in this game. Other opponents were distracted, and it was difficult to form a team in a duel, and most of them were on the sidelines. But they are different. The three people have a total of 14 health bars. It is a trivial matter to kill one person.

Originally, Yang Ming wanted to torture An Wu Jiu well, spend two of his blood bars, let him live to the last day with the last blood bar in fear and lack of supplies, and watch how he wins, and then at the end. Time to end his life.

Originally, everything went smoothly according to the plan. He thought that An Wu Jiu was already a waste without fighting spirit. Seeing his health bars lose one by one, Yang Ming's excitement and satisfaction reached the peak.

But An Wu Jiu's sudden collective bribe caught him off guard.

The way to retaliate with the way of others is to stab Yang Ming's heart with a sharp knife.

When the balloon exploded, so did the sanity.

During the stalemate, the quiet Wu You was the first to stand out from the crowd.

"I join, I need money."

He stood still in front of An Wujiu, did not look at each other, just stretched out his index finger without hesitation and signed his name on the projected contract.

An Wu Jiu still had his legs crossed, his hands behind his back and looked at everyone, he didn't seem to ask others to do business, "Now there are only children, right? Congratulations, you will take my money all by yourself at the end of this round."

He had a confident face and a sure tone, as if everything would really go according to what he said.

Others also began to flinch.

Lao Yu stepped forward and said, "I wouldn't have started a duel against you, but signing it may make you feel more at ease."

"Of course." An Wu Jiu nodded, smiled and watched him sign his French name, "Congratulations, your kindness has allowed you and Wu You to share these points equally."

Zhong Yirou didn't hesitate for too long, even though she knew that An Wujiu was a ticking time bomb, and that there might be a fraud in it.

But if one more person stands up, the scene will be a little more chaotic. Zhong Yirou likes to do things that stir the water the most.

"The money must come from me." She walked on high heels.

Zhong Yirou signed her autograph like a female star, and extended her hand to An Wujiu who was sitting on the ground. An Wu Jiu smiled and held her fingertips, looking at the remaining few.

Liu Chengwei, who helped Yang Ming at the beginning, seemed to have completely forgotten that he was the one who injured An Wujiu to the point of being unable to stand, and walked over with a smile on his face, "Count me in too."

Liu Chengwei wrote his name very quickly, as if he was afraid of being rejected, and the matter of beating him to death can be said lightly. Son. We don't know each other anymore, right?"

"Forget it." An Wujiu smiled kindly and beautifully, "How can it not be counted?"

Ueno, who has been following the crowd for a long time, insisted on the last three under such a big temptation.

His hands were tightly clasped together, his brows furrowed, looking very tangled.

An Wujiu knew exactly why.

"Time's up." He stood up and adjusted the strip of cloth wrapped around his wrist.

Ueno, who had not acted, immediately blurted out, "You didn't say there was a time limit!"

"I'm such a willful person." An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "So do you sign or not?"

Ueno was struggling, he turned his head to look at Yang Ming, Yang Ming said nothing, but Liu Chengwei, who betrayed first, coughed twice, obviously implying Ueno.

“It’s ok if you don’t come, then they will have more to share.” An Wu Jiu said.

Ueno finally walked towards An Wujiu and made an agreement.

Of course he covets the points, after all, this may be an amount that he can't earn even if he tries his best to survive. But he chose to sign because he knew very well that once the majority of people on the court reached an agreement with An Wujiu, it meant that he became a minority. Whether An Wu Jiu will use other methods to exchange for cooperation in the future is unknown, it is better to be more obedient at this moment and leave some leeway.

At the same time, when he heard An Wu Jiu's last words, he was also unwilling, they can take the money, why can't he.

From the beginning to the end, Shen Ti stared at An Wujiu's beautiful face and sighed in his heart about this guy's psychological tactics.

The more confident and arrogant the person at the most disadvantaged position is, the easier it is for other competitors to have self-doubt, believing that he has the possibility of a comeback.

In addition, An Wujiao constantly exerted the psychological hints of "first come, first served" and "more money for less people", and expressed the attitude of regretting withdrawing commitments at any time. Under this kind of pressure, anyone may be shaken.

An Wu Jiu stood on the spot, lazily dragged his voice, "Is there anyone else?"

"If you don't, just call it a day."

"This—in—" Shen Ti stretched out his left hand high, imitating An Wujiu's tone.

An Wu Jiu looked at him, the corner of his mouth had a subtle curvature, "I see that you haven't come out for so long, do you think you are addicted to fighting with me?"

When he was fighting, he couldn't care about it, and when he looked closely, he realized that Shen Ti's earrings were wearing two on each side, and there were four strings in total, swaying and colliding with each other.

The top edge of the earring is a thin golden hook, which is inserted into the earlobe, and the gold thread runs through three beads, two smaller carved white beads, one end and the other, sandwiching the oval, crystal clear red coral in the middle.

The earrings swayed with Shen Ti's movements, which seemed to be swaying.

It turned out that this thing was ringing.

Shen Ti tilted his head to the left and then to the right, "It's a little addictive...but I'm tired." He shook his dislocated hand towards An Wujiu, like he was throwing a rubber, " It hurts the body."

Seeing him show off the evil deeds he has committed, An Wujiu has no feeling, and even wants to laugh a little.

Shen Ti smiled and walked towards him, exerted some force on his left hand, and took the dislocated right hand back and artificially reset it.

He stopped, stretched out his gloved forefinger, and said with a smile, "I don't ask for trouble after a fight, and I give you money. You are really a kind person."

In this way, only Yang Ming was left on the field.

Everyone chose to trade for different reasons, even people who were originally on the same front as him. He was the only one standing opposite.

For the sake of face and self-esteem, he can of course choose not to sign, at least he has two health bars, and An Wujiu only has the last one, it is not impossible for him to challenge An Wujiu directly and let him die, and it is true die.

No, no. Yang Ming frowned. If he really started a duel, what would happen to An Wujiu? He would rather sacrifice the gains from the previous game for safety, and he will not give up easily.

He will certainly do everything he can to persuade others to take their line, as he is doing now. An Wu Jiu has won so many games, it is not difficult at all to spend some points in exchange for cooperation.

Yang Ming was discouraged, he understood that this kind of impulse would probably shoot himself in the foot.

Seeing Yang Ming so entangled, Wu You was the first to speak, "It's fine if he doesn't sign."

An Wu Jiu glanced at him, remained silent for a few seconds, then smiled at Yang Ming, "You can choose not to sign, but I think you have already thought about the consequences of not signing."

"Is this good? Let's open the skylight and speak clearly and play this game more clearly."

An Wu Jiu walked towards him, together with the virtual contract in front of him, approached step by step until he stood in front of him.

"Let's do it." An Wu Jiu leaned into his ear and said softly, "I won't change your red and black wires."

Although Yang Ming tried his best to restrain himself, his eyes still couldn't hide his shock.

An Wu Jiu patted him on the shoulder, "They just won't start a duel with me, you have one more benefit than others, isn't it worth it?"

He stared at Yang Ming's expression, and he probably already knew what he was thinking. Zuo just signed it down, there are other ways to kill himself.

But there is absolutely no problem with his speculation about Yang Ming.

If Yang Ming is not satisfied with his own red and black lines, he will not be so arrogant and feel that he is in control.

Looking at this alliance, his red line is most likely related to Liu Chengwei and Ueno. The black line is very likely to be a character with high survival value, plus his survival value, so that he can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai and win the game without suspense.

If so, he was determined not to switch lanes.

It seems to be An Wu Jiu's negotiation, but it is actually a threat to bet on luck.

Yang Ming stared at the series of names on the contract, and moved his drooping fingers.

He could never believe what An Wujiu said.

But now it's better to sign a contract, trick him into letting his guard down, and use curses and supplies to kill him as well.

In the end, everyone signed the contract and reached a deal with An Wujiu.

When leaving the duel threshold, An Wu Jiu walked last, everyone spread out as if they had agreed, and no one walked with anyone.

An Wujiao's personality mutation made their already precarious public trust even more fragile and shattered with a single blow.

He found that Wu You's footsteps were also very slow, walking in front of him, and his walking posture was also very unnatural and a little nervous.

"Are you waiting for me?" An Wu Jiu passed behind him, stood on his right side, and put his left arm on Wu You's shoulder. Although Wu You was prepared, he was still startled by An Wu Jiu.

"No, no."

"Oh. That's because I'm self-indulgent." An Wu Jiu's smile is either pure-hearted, making people think he was in a trance before, or he's like a lunatic. Now it is obviously the former, which makes Wu You feel a little fluke, wondering if he is also a trustworthy person.

"Hey, little devil." An Wu Jiu said casually, interrupting Wu You's reverie.

He turned his face to the side, raised his head slightly, and stared at the relaxed expression on the face of the guy beside him. Unlike himself, he looked straight ahead with a firm tone.

"The object of your curse is Yang Ming, right?"