The Auction Was Moved Up?

He had once been a member of the Special Team. Even without the equipment issued by the authorities, his strength was not to be underestimated.

The bombs were mainly for blowing up the store. If he wanted to kill or capture the lottery shop owner, Liu Zheng still had to rely on his own strength.

But after his last battle with Garcia, he had already used up all the trump cards he had accumulated.

Relying solely on True Damage and other items, he did not think he could defeat a former Special Team member.

"Boss~"

Liu Zheng's eyes darted as he drawled out the word.

"No money, no items, no time."

Cow-Horse shut him down with a triple refusal.

"Come on, don't be like that. What's our relationship? Even if others don't have any, surely I do?"

He said shamelessly.

"Even if everyone else has some, you brat can't."

Cow-Horse shot him a glare.

"Do the math yourself. In just the past few days, how much stuff have you mooched off me? You haven't even returned what you borrowed, and you still want to fleece me? No chance!"

They said firmly.

"Then can't I just buy it?"

"Don't think I don't know what you want those things for. Items of that quality aren't something money can buy. Giving them to you so you can go kill someone would be worse than keeping them to save my own life."

Cow-Horse rolled their eyes.

Did he think they were some local like the French Plane Tree? They braved wind and rain every day, and sometimes acquired fewer items than they used up. Was it easy to build up a little savings?

"Once I attend the auction, I'll trade for some good stuff and pay you back. Besides, you don't go out delivering