Chapter 653 - 247: They Were All Once Combat Dolls

How could Huo Wen’an not notice something that Zheng Qin could perceive?

Faced with the hostility deliberately released by Xiao Qiao, Huo Wen’an wasn’t annoyed at all. His attitude toward Xiao Qiao could even be described as gentle and tolerant.

Zheng Qin increasingly felt that the Pilot and this pink-haired man had something going on.

But Xiao Qiao quickly laughed again, "Customer, our store indeed has the X9 model of the new tank off-road vehicle."

"Our store offers daily, weekly, and monthly rentals. However, generally speaking, many customers can’t survive a month; they just die out quickly. Our store suggests that a weekly rental is more cost-effective." He smiled gently, yet his words were chilling.

Huo Wen’an shook his head as usual, "Not renting, I’m buying."

Xiao Qiao’s smile faded a bit, reiterating, "Customer, you might be able to afford this car, but maybe not to use it."

On Bai Ze Island, apart from the group of powerful Super Power Users who can freely navigate, ordinary Sin Slaves can at most survive three or four days. Lasting a month would mean they indeed have skills and luck.

Therefore, very few people come to the store to buy cars; it doesn’t make sense financially.

Huo Wen’an still said the same thing: "I’m buying."

Xiao Qiao snorted coldly, "Then I wish you the best of luck."

Buying an X9 model new tank off-road vehicle is cheap, costing only 120,000 silver coins. What’s expensive is the equipment. The weapons are all new in-car weapons, ridiculously priced. For Huo Wen’an to have a fully equipped car, it would cost 800,000 silver coins.

Xiao Qiao quickly filled out the paperwork for Huo Wen’an, turned it around, and pushed it in front of Huo Wen’an, saying politely and distantly, "Customer, a total of 800,000 silver coins, please settle the bill."

Huo Wen’an remained calm, but said, "I only have 120,000 silver coins."

Xiao Qiao’s face darkened, "No money, why buy a car!" He reached out to retrieve the paperwork.

Huo Wen’an, however, held down his wrist.

Xiao Qiao found he couldn’t withdraw his hand.

Huo Wen’an said even more calmly, "For the remaining amount, I’ll take a loan first. I’ll come back with the balance in three days."

Xiao Qiao sneered, unable to help but taunt Huo Wen’an, "In three days, where do you plan to get 680,000 silver coins? Rob or steal?"

Xiao Qiao’s voice became sharper and more sarcastic, "Haven’t seen you in years, and you’ve turned into a bandit. Truly, a gentleman should be treated differently from three days ago." Each word mocked Huo Wen’an.

Huo Wen’an still wasn’t angry.

He removed his fingers from Xiao Qiao’s wrist, and Xiao Qiao quickly withdrew his hand, shaking his wrist in disgust. He then watched as Huo Wen’an picked up a nearby wolf hair soft-tipped black pen and swiftly signed his name on the paperwork.

Xiao Qiao watched Huo Wen’an’s actions and saw the name he signed on the triplicate papers—

Huo Wen’an.

It was written in classical Xia script, with sharp strokes, each character imbued with a thunderous force.

They say handwriting reflects the person. Just these three imposing characters could reveal Huo Wen’an’s true nature—surely a man with proud integrity.

Compared to Huo Wen’an’s handwriting, Xiao Qiao’s writing on the paperwork looked like worms coming out to frolic after a rainstorm, drawing wave-like lines on the stone slab.

It looked like a dog had scrawled it.

Xiao Qiao withdrew his gaze, curled his lips, and thought to himself: That bastard was bragging about his good grades back then; it seems to be true.

Just looking at the handwriting, even if I went back to my mother’s womb eighteen times, I probably couldn’t write it like that.

Xiao Qiao took back the paperwork, entered the information into the office computer, and took out a set of keys from the safe.

Spinning the keyring on his fingers, he sternly reminded Huo Wen’an, "Let me tell you, if in three days, by this time, you haven’t brought the balance to settle the bill, Jile Hall will hunt you down relentlessly."

Not confirming whether Huo Wen’an understood the importance of ’Jile Hall’ on Bai Ze Island, Xiao Qiao, rarely kind-hearted, reminded Huo Wen’an, "Although Bai Ze Island is a lawless place, on the island, when Jile Hall says one, no one dares say two. Don’t offend anyone, especially not Jile Hall."

"No. 099, even if we knew each other before, I can’t help you." After a pause, Xiao Qiao added, "At most, I can help you get a decent burial."

Huo Wen’an seemed to chuckle.

He didn’t mean it sincerely.

"What are you laughing at!" Xiao Qiao became even more annoyed.

Huo Wen’an didn’t say a word, just shook his head and said, "Let’s go pick up the car."

"Follow me."

The entire mountain under Jile Hall had been hollowed out to house the Jile Hall warehouse. Xiao Qiao led them to the warehouse entrance and had them wait outside.

He went into the warehouse alone to get the car.

Once he left, before Zheng Qin could ask, Ying Ziyao furrowed his brows and suspiciously questioned Huo Wen’an, "What’s your relationship with that neither male nor female guy from just now?"