Brother assist was still trying to dig out more gold coins from fleeting smile, but he did not expect that after the matter of the tournament was revealed, ye Xiaowu seemed to have lost his soul. Brother assist was just about to lift his ear and feed him a few times.
“I’m sorry. Thank you.”Ye Xiaowu, who had suddenly returned to his senses, took out another money bag and gave it to brother assist before leaving dejectedly.
“This...”brother assist was puzzled. Why did he suddenly give himself another money bag? Service fee? Tip? Has this person gone mad? Brother assist flipped open the money bag and took a look. There was a hundred gold coins in it, so he did not bother to study the answer and left happily.
A martial arts tournament? Ye Xiaowu, who was walking on the street, was in a trance.
Compared to ordinary players like brother assist, ye Xiaowu, who had come from a gaming company, could see the deeper meaning behind this martial arts tournament.
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