Just now, when it opened the box for a quick glance, it saw stacks of Froggy Coins stuffed inside.
After enduring so many hardships, had luck finally favored it in the last round?
"Today! It’s today!"
"I’m going to break the shackles of fate! Bo, bo, bo!"
Its jelly-like head began to spin rapidly.
Now that the real money box was in its possession, how could it keep it safe?
"I got it, I’m going to take a train out of this city! Bo, bo, bo!"
Thus, a brilliant idea erged in its mind.
Even if Ree Shil and the others were powerful, they couldn’t possibly stop a train, right?
As long as it stayed on the train, the money box would definitely be safe.
As for how to proceed later to ultimately win, it could think slowly - after all, there were still 11 hours left!
The primary goal now was to secure the money box and firmly grasp the initiative!
As long as the real money box was in its hands, the focus of the entire show would definitely be on it - there was no fear of not having enough program points.
"As for you guys, just go and struggle slowly, hahaha bo!"
The Sli Creature imdiately hailed a taxi.
Conveniently, the train station was not far from here, just about 5 minutes away.
Unable to find Sla, Straw Man did not think much and repeatedly checked the tracker for the red dot position.
"You can’t run, Grass!"
In the end, it squeezed back into the stream of frogs.
At the sa ti, in the central area of Frog Field Market.
"There’s nowhere left for you to run."
Ree Shil, hands on his hips and panting, cornered the blonde Frogwoman wearing a blue scarf and green sunglasses in Dead End Alley.
"You, what do you want to do?"
The blonde Frogwoman wrapped her arms around her shoulders, looking quite dramatic.
"Cut the crap, hand over the password."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you keep this up, I’m going to cry out for help."
"Vanish with the butterflies, hurry up."
"What?"
"...Vanish with the butterflies!"
Ree Shil didn’t want to waste ti here and eventually gave in with emotion in his voice.
"Phantom of the past! So it’s a comrade!"
Sure enough, the blonde Frogwoman imdiately handed him a small note, then lowered her head and quickly left.
"Sigh."
Ree Shil couldn’t help but sigh, and imdiately squatted down to open the money box.
However, from the corner of his eyes, he saw a green figure darting past the alleyway entrance.
"Huh?"
He didn’t react for a mont but felt that it seed very familiar.
"You’re here, Grass!"
Then, the next second, the figure turned back.
Carrying the money box, Straw Man pointed at him with his grass hand.
"Hand it over, Grass!"
Straw Man was sure that Ree Shil was the red dot on the tracker.
"Oh? Did you already open your box?"
"So, yours is not the real one, right?"
Ree Shil was quick to react.
"So what, Grass?"
Unfazed by being exposed, Straw Man just closed in further.
"Wait, wait, wait."
Ree Shil knew that if they fought, he really wouldn’t be able to handle Straw Man.
"How can you be so sure that my money box is definitely real?"
In his speech, he quickly opened his money box, glanced at it, and promptly closed it.
Slap!
Straw Man tried to figure out sothing from his facial expressions, but saw nothing.
After all, in this aspect, Ree Shil was a master of masters.
"How about we form an alliance?"
Then, he calmly proposed with a casual expression.
"Fuck your sister, Grass!"
As a result, Straw Man flatly refused with a sharp tone.
[Hahaha, what a quick rejection]
[These old guys have such an understanding, no sense of trust at all]
[After all, his last alliance hasn’t ended yet, and his ally has already disappeared]
[I think the word "alliance" will be played to death by them today, hahaha]
"Uh, at least listen to my excuses."
"I won’t listen, I won’t listen, Grass!"
"Could I treat you to milk tea later?"
"Alright, Grass!"
Ree Shil finally convinced Straw Man to listen to him.
"In this competition, it’s challenging for one person to win on their own."
"It’s better if you assist , and in the end, we’ll go 73 points, how about that?"
He knew that Straw Man was only interested in the ga, so he had to start with the ga aspect to move him.
"Grass, I get seven, you get three?"
"Of course not."
"Grass, you get three, I get seven?"
"You’re just playing monkey tricks."
Ree Shil put on a poker face, feigning anger.
If he didn’t make it seem genuine, this guy might not be easily fooled.
"Grass, Patrick the Elderly?"
"What do you an by Patrick the Elderly?"
"Fifty-fifty, Grass?"
"Hmm... fine!"
In the end, Ree Shil "reluctantly" agreed.
"Whoever breaks the promise is a dog, Grass!"
"No problem."
Ree Shil clasped hands with Straw Man.
While clasping hands, his other hand was placed behind his back, middle finger coiled around his index finger.
At the sa ti, he muttered to himself: Promises made in the Frog Star are only effective in the Frog Star.
"By the way, I just want to add."
"My money box is fake."
It was only at this point that Ree Shil revealed the truth to Straw Man.
Then he opened the box and tipped it over.
Thud.
A thick "Froggy Star Dictionary" fell out.
"You tricked ? I’ll pound you, Grass!"
Straw Man was imdiately annoyed, raising his grass fist as if to strike.
"I never said my box was real, and besides, didn’t we go fifty-fifty?"
Ree Shil backed away two steps.
After listening to what he said, Straw Man found it quite reasonable.
"I don’t care, treat to milk tea, Grass!"
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