Doomsday Code

Chapter 132: Stick to the bottom line

The strong wind, mixed with sand, blew across this desolate yellow sand land.

The wind blowing on the pedestrians felt like tiny sharp knives cutting their bodies.

And under this sandstorm, a dilapidated sandstorm city stands here.

The huge city walls block the wind and sand outside the city. The houses inside the city are scattered next to each other, and people are hurrying on the streets.

The shops on both sides are not as prosperous as those in other cities, with a wide variety of goods.

Here you can only see restaurants with few customers.

No one knows why there are so many restaurants in this arid desert.

Passersby saw these restaurants with longing in their eyes, but at the same time, there was a hint of fear that was difficult to detect.

Samlett, wearing a sand-proof scarf, walked into this windy and sandy city. He did not go to the restaurants, but came to one of the few shops selling raw meat on the street.

Those guys on the street who were longing to enter the restaurant had no hunger or desire for this shop selling raw meat. Instead, there was only deep fear in their eyes.

The shop owner had a handsome face. He was leaning on a recliner under the sunshade, fanning himself with a feather fan made of unknown feathers.

When he saw Samlett approaching, he did not immediately stand up and greet him with a smile. Instead, he turned over and continued to wave his feather fan to drive away the summer heat.

Samlett didn't pay any attention to the lying butcher, but reached out to take the largest and best piece of meat on the shop.

At this time, the hungry guys saw Samlett being so bold, and they all showed a gloating smile on their faces. At the same time, they licked their dry lips, thinking that they would finally be able to drink fresh blood and eat fresh meat again.

At the same time, they secretly cursed the boss for being stupid, as he actually adhered to the principle of not selling meat of the same kind. They didn't know how much meat was wasted every year because of his principle.

But even though they cursed, they still liked their boss's stupidity, otherwise they would have starved to death on the street long ago, and then who knows who would have eaten him.

Just when Samlett was about to grab the piece of meat, the boss, who was lying on the chair as if nothing had happened, now had a cold look on his face.

"Get your dirty hands away."

As these words were accompanied by a sharp butcher knife cutting towards the carotid artery in Samlett's neck.

The boss was extremely fast, and as he stood up and swung his knife, there was no leakage of breath at all, and the surrounding air was not disturbed at all.

Coupled with his swift sword-drawing speed, most people would be killed by him before they could even react.

"Your knife skills are pretty good."

The next moment, the butcher knife that had not yet touched Samlett shattered into powder in mid-air, and then the butcher heard what Samlett said.

When the boss saw that his knife was broken, he knew that something was wrong and he had offended a master.

Without waiting for Samlet to say the second sentence, he exerted force on his feet, raising a cloud of sand and dust to blur Samlet's vision. Then he took this opportunity to quickly retreat and prepare to escape.

However, before his body was in the air and the sand and dust he had raised had not yet completely dispersed, they appeared in front of him, as if time was flowing backwards, and were compressed into two small balls.

Then the two small balls shot out directly and hit his two feet.

The next moment he felt a pain, and then he could no longer feel his feet.

The boss fell to the ground, his dust-free white clothes and handsome face were now covered with dust. He no longer had the elegance he had before.

The boss reacted quickly. Knowing that he could not escape, he kowtowed to Samlett and begged for mercy.

At this time, Samlett was holding a large piece of raw meat in his hand, chewing and swallowing it. As he swallowed, he said:

"I didn't say I didn't want to pay you. Why did you use a knife like that? And you can just run away if you want. You deliberately raised so much dust. The meat is dirty. According to your majesty, it's not healthy to eat."

At this time, the boss just kept kowtowing, hoping that the master in front of him would spare his life.

At this time, those guys who were watching the show saw that their boss was defeated by Samlett in just three or five breaths. These guys were first shocked by Samlett's strength, and then they all showed excitement in their eyes at the same time.

Now that the boss is out of business, they can take any meat from his butcher shop.

Some people even think that the food cannot be wasted and just drag it back to reserve as food.

As a super strong man, Samlett has a very keen sense of malice, and he can sense the malice in the hearts of those guys.

The next moment, in front of everyone, Samlett released his extremely restrained aura, and those guys with malicious intent were blown into bloody mist under the pressure of his powerful aura.

"A bunch of bastards."

Samlett said coldly.

If these guys just wanted to steal the meat in the shop, he would not do anything to them, because that is the rule of survival here, but these guys just wanted to eat the boss as well as the meat in the butcher shop.

After all, Samlett is still a human being, and having followed Chen Cheng for many years, he has been more or less influenced by Chen Cheng.

This man-eating fellow doesn't deserve to live in this world.

At this time, the butcher shop owner was scared silly.

Before, he only thought that Samlet was at most an epic-level warrior, but when Samlet's aura was released just now, it directly crushed those guys into bloody mist. He knew that he was in bad luck and had offended the demigod.

At this moment, he no longer had the idea that he could be let go as long as he kowtowed and begged for mercy. Demigods cannot be insulted, and this is not a joke.

Samlett finished eating the meat in his hand, then squatted in front of the boss, looked at his frightened pale face and said:

"You are quite good. Your knife skills are great, and you have a good grasp of timing. Most importantly, your butcher shop does not have meat from your own people. You are quite good for sticking to this bottom line."

However, the boss did not respond at all to Samlett's compliments, and Samlett was not surprised by this.

"Do you want to leave this damn place?"

Samlett suddenly asked.

The boss was stunned at first, then became delighted, and asked cautiously:

"Sir, are you going to take me as your servant?"

While living here, he had heard some rumors that some powerful demigods would travel around and take anyone they liked as their slave.

Although being a slave does not sound very glorious, the fact is that many epic-level strong men want to become this slave.

He didn't expect that such a good thing would happen to him.

But Samlett shook his head.

"No, you are not going to be my servant. You are really going to serve His Majesty."