If Yang Huaixian knew that Liangshan would dare to resell their ICP internal tickets to scalpers, he would definitely be so angry that his hair and beard were all white.

No one knows how much money Liangshan finally exchanged for from the scalper, but there is no doubt that when Liangshan returned to the ticket gate, he looked joyous and full of energy.

"What are you doing?" Fang Wanqing looked suspicious.

In broad daylight, Liangshan couldn't discuss the matter of sharing the spoils in front of Fan Chunhui and Xu Zhiming, but just waved his hand carelessly.

"It's okay, it's getting late, let's hurry up and enter the venue."

"Where is the ticket?"

The simple words immediately made Liang Shan’s smile froze slightly, and he quickly whispered: “This is in public, let’s talk about our affairs slowly when we go home.”

Liangshan rarely betrayed his own color and used the long-lost beauty trick.

But Fang Wanqing really took this set.

When he heard this, his face turned red. In Liangshan's words, he lowered his head like a woman and said he was shy and silent.

Xu Zhiming, who was next to him, immediately became dull when he looked at this incredible scene, his jaw was dislocated, and his limbs couldn't help trembling.

Sure enough, he looked like a fool.

Liangshan ignored Xu Zhiming and quickly pulled Fang Wanqing to follow the shiny bald head in front.

Under the leadership of Fan Chunhui, Liangshan and Fang Wanqing quickly passed the fast lane. Not only did they not queue up, but even the security check procedures were just a formality.

"Xiao Zhao, you and your brothers work harder today. When you finish the last shift, as long as everything is fine, the boss will naturally express his feelings."

Fan Chunhui smiled and patted a security guard at the entrance, which sounded very familiar to the other party.

Hearing this, Xiao Zhao smiled and replied: "This is what Brother Hui said! Our brothers have been through last night until now."

Fan Chunhui swept away the cold and taciturn image of his usual quietness and joked: "Why would I invite you to take a bath in Blue Paradise at night? I just don't know if your body can still bear it..."

Xiao Zhao had a stern face: "That won't work, Brother Hui, you know, I'm a wife!"

Fan Chunhui seemed to know how tough the Xiao Zhao family was. He couldn't help but shook his head laughing, patted Xiao Zhao on the shoulder again, and said nothing more, so he led Liangshan and Fang Wanqing into it.

Along the way, Fan Chunhui greeted many patrol guards.

But his face returned to his face as if he was not allowed to enter.

It can be seen that everyone showed a respectful and awe-inspiring attitude towards Fan Chunhui. Not everyone is qualified to talk and laugh with Fan Chunhui like Xiao Zhao.

It was not until this time that Liangshan suddenly asked, "It seems that you are very familiar with the people here?"

Regarding this, Fan Chunhui did not mean to conceal it deliberately, and said concisely: "That's natural. Today, those who are responsible for the safety of the venue are originally their own brothers."

Hearing this, Liangshan was a little stunned and then reacted.

Could it be that Li Zihao's father is in the security business?

This is not because Liangshan is too late to realize it, but because who cares about his sister’s classmate’s father does what he does?

Before this, Liangshan only knew that Li Zihao was a super second generation.

As the name suggests, Li Zihao's father is a serious psychic.

In this day and age, it is not difficult for psychics to make money, but to be honest, these psychics spend a lot of money on weekdays.

Not to mention the many things, just say that Fang Wanqing's combat uniforms are from "Archimedes" technology company, the cheapest standard version, 200,000 per set.

EUR!

If Fang Wanqing hadn't joined the ICPC, she would have absolutely no choice but to pay such a huge sum of money to buy this dress.

The key is that I can't afford it...

Therefore, how the psychics make money and how they can earn more money is closely related to the awakened talents of each of them.

For example, many abilities like Fang Wanqing who prefer the combat system have chosen to join leading security companies in various countries, and many have simply embarked on the path of illegal and criminal activities.

In this world, there are many rich people, and there are more rich people who cherish their lives.

Therefore, a security company composed of superpowers is a veritable profit-making industry.

It’s no wonder that Li Zihao’s father was able to accumulate such a huge amount of wealth in a short period of time…

After figuring out this festival, Liangshan couldn't help but ask Fan Chunhui: "How much money can these bodyguards in your company make in a month?"

This question is a bit abrupt, which inevitably makes people feel embarrassed.

But Fan Chunhui's expression did not change at all. He hesitated for a moment and replied: "If you are asking a psychic person, the monthly salary is more than 100,000 yuan. In addition to various commissions and benefits, the company also chartered a car and booked a room."

Upon hearing this, Liangshan's eyes suddenly became straight.

Is it so profitable to be a bodyguard?

Thinking that his talent was probably something like strength increase, and it was also one of the branches of combat talent, Liangshan almost handed over his resume on the spot.

However, considering that the bodyguard industry is always making money with life safety, Liangshan is still timid.

Liangshan believed that if he was responsible for protecting Li Zihao on the high-speed rail, not only would the people be kidnapped, but he would even die under the mysterious air bullet.

As expected, no matter in any industry, risks and returns are positively related!

Liangshan was a little depressed and stopped talking.

Fortunately, the three of them quickly entered the infield of the Athletic Hall. As far as they saw, the magnificent competitive platform immediately diverted Liangshan's entire attention.

Just in the middle of the Athletic Hall, a stone platform of 100 square meters rose from the ground. The stone platform was made of Mosanite, and it was crystal black all over, exuding a heart-wrenching light.

The ground is full of cracked stone patterns, like a dense spider web intertwined, but not only does it not seem dilapidated, but it has a murderous aura that is as solid as it is.

Four stone pillars stand at the four corners of Yu Zhantai.

Each seat was thicker than the hug of ten people. It was engraved with glass dragon patterns and penetrated into the sky. The stone pillars were covered with various residual marks, the deepest ones were half a foot, but they still stood on the battlefield with their heads held high, witnessing every killing incident.

At this moment, Liangshan was like a local bun from the countryside, looking at the scene in front of him with dumbfounded eyes, and he couldn't even walk on the road.

In a trance, he seemed to see geniuses sacrificing their lives for dignity on the high platform, and the light that has been passed down through the long river of time has re-radiated. Pieces of spiritual qi meet in the air, fighting, violent, and finally returning to annihilation.

Fortunately, his out-of-compulsive look did not last long.

Because immediately afterwards, a light shout pulled him back to reality.

"She smash! She smash! I saw the two people who jumped off the car before! They are also in this arena!"

Liang Shan's eyes shook and he immediately woke up, but before he could react, a shadow suddenly sprinkled in front of him.

No.

To be more precise, it was a figure.

This man was hunched over and his appearance was not old, but the fine lines at the corners of his eyes showed a sense of vicissitudes. His broad forehead and thin lips could not stop the sharp and sharp aura in his eyes, which made people feel awe after seeing it.

Liangshan knows each other.

Knowing this word may cause unnecessary misunderstandings. After all, in this world, there are only a handful of people who do not know this man.

So to put it more rigorously, Liangshan has only seen him.

On TV, in newspapers and magazines, in major interview programs.

This person's name has a strong middle-class flavor.

It's like the protagonist in many third-rate novels.

At the same time, he also has many terrifying identities that are daunting.

For example, the former chairman of icpc.

For example, the new international federal presidential candidate.

Liangshan did not expect that he would be lucky enough to have an intersection with such a famous figure.

I didn't expect that the first sentence the other party said to him was so inexplicable.

"Do you believe it's destined?"
Chapter completed!