Super Island Tycoon

Chapter 1163: Chapter 1162: One More Strength

"This just proves that they don’t have anything important to do on Bordeaux Planet, at least for now.

The Governor’s lover voiced her opinion.

Compared to her, Lord Governor’s IQ is totally lacking; he just sat there listening to her continue.

"Maybe they’re here for tourism, but they have some seriously powerful skills, at least that’s how it looks to you, right?" His lover nodded slightly.

In your view, would a person with time and martial arts skills be very interested in a martial arts tournament?" The Governor’s lover looked at him and asked.

"Absolutely." Lord Governor was quite clear on this point.

Because he himself is such a person; he knows how much appeal a martial arts tournament holds for someone who practices martial arts.

So, before the tournament starts, transfer the location to your district; we’ll have more opportunities if it’s there." The Governor’s lover smiled, but there was a sinister hint in her smile.

Seeing that the Governor wanted to say something, she cut him off: "Dear, we can talk about whatever it is later. For now, you need to find those responsible for the tournament. No matter the excuse, you must move the tournament to your area, just like that."

The Governor’s lover spoke gently, yet with an undeniable authority. Lord Governor didn’t know what his lover had in mind, but he obliged, getting up to go to the sports center on Bordeaux Planet.

His lover watched him leave the room, a sly, cold smile gradually appearing on her face.

As long as this man listens to her, all problems are solved easily.

When it comes to this man, she has a certain confidence, he can’t escape her grasp.

The Governor’s lover stood by the window, watching the Governor’s ship leave the estate, then told someone beside her, "You go now, tell the Governor’s guards to be ready; I need to go someplace."

Her voice was cold and full of disdain, revealing her true nature.

In some place on Elder Planet, Qunzi satisfiedly belched a few times, watching others’ satisfied expressions, he silently mocked them in his heart.

These people are really hopeless. When Old Hill suggested they go to his house, not a single person objected, nodding in agreement.

Ridiculous.

Could it be that only he knew, when it comes to food, no one knows how to enjoy it better than himself?

Alright then, now that we’re full, can we talk business now?" Qunzi grinned and asked the others.

"You really are something, quite something, your dishes are simply unforgettable." Baldy, also a food enthusiast, though in the eyes of others, he’s just a glutton.

Looking at the pile of food scraps in front of him, it’s clear.

His eating earlier almost made them think he hadn’t had a decent meal in years.

"How about another drink?" Qunzi sought the opinion of others.

Of course, everyone was happy with such a suggestion, even Old Hill didn’t bother with his usual nonsense about sugar being bad.

As they sipped their drinks, they returned to the topic they hadn’t finished discussing at the hospital.

The man with the gloomy face might have just enjoyed a nice meal, or perhaps his situation is indeed better now.

His complexion no longer appeared as deathly pale, a hint of red visible to the naked eye was on his face.

"I haven’t suffered such a big loss in so many years. If I just let it slide, I might as well not stay on Bordeaux!" The gloomy-faced guy was speaking with anger.

The other three just focused on their drinks, acting as if they hadn’t heard his complaints.

The gloomy-faced guy cast a glance at them, exhaled a breath, and said nothing more.

After a while, Fatty finished his drink and said to that gloomy-faced guy: "If you’re just talking tough, then forget it, haven’t we all known each other long enough to know who is who?"

"Exactly, hasn’t everyone taken a hit before?" Old Hill and Fatty echoed each other.

Baldy, watching the two’s expressions, responded indifferently: "You two pieces of work with your mockery, might as well let him finish talking."

The gloomy-faced guy declared: "I don’t care if you support me or not, but I’ve made up my mind to find people to deal with those three aliens!"

Since the incident at the inn, the Governor’s lover felt humiliated and wanted to have a full-on battle with Jiang Cheng and his group, to decide who lives or dies.

She had the Governor find the people responsible for organizing the martial arts tournament, preparing to move the tournament to the Governor’s satellite location.

Although this matter is somewhat challenging, given the Governor’s status and his connections on Bordeaux Planet, it shouldn’t be a big issue.

Meanwhile, she herself took two plainclothes guards to the local authorities to find the addresses of those four hooligans.

The Governor’s lover knows that some things either shouldn’t be done or must be done thoroughly. For those three aliens, she wants nothing more than to eliminate them quickly.

The four thugs gathered together, listening to their gloomy-faced associate explain his plan to deal with the three aliens.

"I’m preparing to contact a few assassins from other planets, even if we can’t take out those three aliens, they won’t have peace either."

The gloomy-faced guy said slowly: "I’ll go through with this with or without you, but having you along would be better. Still, whether you join me or not, it’s your own decision to make."

After glancing around at his associates, the gloomy-faced guy continued: "But I’ll say this upfront; if you don’t join my operation, then the bird won’t be shared with you guys. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, that money will be mine alone."

The others stayed silent, weighing in their minds the odds of dealing with the three aliens.

Of course, what tempted them the most was that big sum of money, it’s a massive fortune.

Fatty spat out the toothpick from his mouth and said fiercely: "Count me in! I’m risking it for the money!"

Baldy, seeing Fatty’s stance, added: "The more, the merrier; count me in too."

Though Baldy’s words sounded grand, wasn’t it really all for the money?

But the gloomy-faced guy and Fatty both knew better than to expose him, instead turning their gaze together to Old Hill.

"Old man, what do you say?" Fatty said slowly: "I think you’re too old to get into these messy waters."

Fatty grinned at the gloomy-faced guy and Baldy: "Just the three of us, the old guy is too elderly to be of much use adding in."

Old Hill slammed the table and stood up: "What of it if I’m old! I’m signing up; I can’t just watch the three of you eat meat while I don’t even get the soup!"