Volume 3 [A Tiger's Roar Shocks the Heroes] NO.6 The Battle of Closing the City
[Do I still need a reason for my third update? Start killing me to the scum! Urban myth group: 1914632]
Zhang Bi is now able to skillfully control the Fountain of Life. The previous battle with Ma Ming High-speed Iron Face Wolf left him seriously injured that night, but the strong recovery ability of the Fountain of Life quickly repaired his body and made him strong.
The level has improved slightly.
Therefore, even when faced with the masters he might encounter, he was not afraid at all, and even had some faint expectations.
In fact, the method of condensing qi through battle taught by the family ancestor Zhang Sanxian was simply not feasible in these peaceful years, but now, Zhang Bi feels that it is an opportunity!
It is not difficult to gather together this breath and fight in succession!
Three Kingdoms City is a film and television base. You can make a lot of money from tourism, but on this day, the city is closed.
The external notice is that the building facilities in the city will be closed for maintenance for two days.
This notice was issued half a month ago.
At this time, outside the Three Kingdoms City, there were only a few tourists who were unwilling to give up, but when they saw the tightly closed bus guards, they could only sigh in despair.
Only ten minutes after the A318 landed, people on the plane were successively taken to the Three Kingdoms City by special vehicles.
At this time, there was an SUV at the foot of Junzhang Mountain, and there were guys in and out of the car wearing suits and sunglasses, lest others wouldn't know they were bodyguards.
At first glance, it looks quite impressive.
"What's your strategy today?"
Zhang Ben asked strangely.
"Today is the battle of closing the city, setting up a battle!"
Xia Zhen took a deep breath and seemed a little nervous: "I have only been here once, and my uncle brought me here that time."
"What do you mean?"
"There are four arenas for bare-handed, weapon, weapon, and horse fighting. Each arena will draw lots for two people to enter first. The winner will stay in the arena, and the loser will lose the qualification to continue to challenge. Then they will start to attack according to their lottery number. In advance.
No additional bets are allowed. The odds of one win are 1.5, and each win adds 0.5. You choose how many games the bettor wins."
Xia Zhen licked his lips, as if he was recalling something: "The last time I came here to witness the city's closure, the Wang family in Xinyang, Henan Province was the one who set up the house. In that arena with bare hands, he found a monster and won twenty-seven games in a row. A bare-handed man
In the ring, it’s almost the same number of laps.”
Xia Zhen stretched out his index finger and thumb: "Eight hundred million."
"What if others also bet on the banker's bet?"
Zhang Ben was puzzled.
"Betting with the banker is not allowed. Moreover, the challenger sent by the banker can take a rest and let the challenger find a winner, and then he can fight again."
When Xia Zhen said this, Zhang Bi understood a little. In this case, if a super master is in charge, he is almost guaranteed to win. Even if the master has fought three games, if his strength is not equal, he will be seriously injured. And at this time
Still unable to enter the ring, the dealer takes action at this time, which is almost an instant kill. There is no other choice but to admit defeat.
This is completely a situation that is infinitely beneficial to the banker.
The most important thing is that the dealer himself still wants to place bets. Isn’t this crazy?
"The banker makes his own bets and wins his own money?"
Zhang Bi had no way of understanding it.
"No, the banker wins a lot of people's money. Those who can enter this circle and spend a lot of money to play, the membership fee is 150 million, not everyone can join. By the way, you have to pay a certain membership fee every year.
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Xia Zhen smiled: "Of course I borrowed my uncle's qualifications to come here."
"I see there seem to be more foreigners here."
Zhang Ben looked around and said.
"Of course, this money is gathered from all over the world, and it is actually a fund to the outside world. A lot of money flows into the Far East Fund, the largest fund listed in China Overseas, but most of this money is controlled overseas."
Xia Zhen also knew little about it and only talked about what he knew. Zhang Bi nodded and suddenly understood. Only then did he realize that Sanxing Island was dwarfed by its size.
Not everyone can handle this city-locking battle. At the very least, only those with some background can find rare super masters and be able to deal with the top-notch experts and boxing masters brought by each family.
Zhang Bi somewhat understood that in addition to making money from gamblers, bankers also wanted to make money from the fund.
It's just that when you gamble, you lose and you win. With this method of gambling, you may lose hundreds of millions or even billions.
If the master in charge fails, it will be a tragedy.
"Xia Zhen, if you let me compete in the arena here, you're probably not just letting me make money alone?" Zhang Ben asked seriously.
Xia Zhen bit her lip and nodded: "Actually, I also need some money.".
"How much capital do you have? How much do you need?" Zhang Bi still asked her seriously.
"I still have more than one million with me. I probably need at least 40 million!" Xia Zhen said honestly.
From the look in her eyes, Zhang Bi could see that she placed her hopes on herself, and she must have encountered some kind of trouble.
"Do these four arenas start at the same time?" Zhang Ben thought in his mind and thought about countermeasures.
"Fists, feet, and weapons are today; weapons and horse fighting are tomorrow."
"Including my money, we can collect two million and bet on fists and feet!"
Zhang Bi handed a bank card to Xia Zhen, "How many people drew lots in total?"
"forty three."
"Bet forty-three to win! Let's blow the banker!" Zhang Ben said without hesitation.
Xia Zhen was dumbfounded. Looking at the expressionless Zhang Bi, she felt a wave of evil aura rising from the ground, making people dare not look at him. She always felt that at that moment, the word "heroic" was applied to him.
It's not an exaggeration.
At this time, Huang Silang walked over, followed by several warriors in short coats. They had small eyes and few eyebrows, and walked awkwardly like walking on stilts. Huang Silang stopped suddenly, and they were like puppets being led.
, also stopped suddenly, which was very strange.
Zhang Ben squinted his eyes and looked at these people. Those people also glanced over, and they did not hide their surprise in their eyes. They looked at them quite appreciatively. Zhang Ben clasped his fists and saluted in a serious manner.
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"I don't know what to call my little brother."
One of them had a bald head and was quite tall, but extremely thin. His knuckles were very thick, but his ankles were slender, like a giant top.
"Zhang Bi."
The bald man smiled kindly: "A good young man, decent."
"You all are also very skilled in kung fu and have extraordinary palm power."
The palms of these people were soaked in potion like spatulas. An ordinary person would be seriously injured if they were slapped even slightly. At this time, their palms could no longer be simply regarded as limbs. Because of the soaking in potion, the skin was extremely hard.
Even if they were tapped on the diamond thousands of times, they would not feel any pain.
The serious Northern Style Kansai Iron Sand Palm.
"Little brother, don't you know who the master is?"
Another short, fat, bald man spoke with a Jinyang accent, and the generosity of Shanxi people was fully revealed.
"The craftsmanship inherited from the family is quite diligent."
They clasped their fists and nodded again, which meant saying goodbye. The bald heads laughed and cupped their hands happily, saying loudly: "Little brother, see you in the ring."
"Easy to say." Zhang Bi said with a smile.
Huang Silang looked Zhang Bi over, walked out for a few dozen meters, and then asked the tall bald man next to him: "How sure are you of that boy?"
"I haven't fought before, so how can I be sure?" The tall bald man said nothing, but the short, fat bald man continued.
The tall bald man pondered for a while, seemed to have thought of something, and hissed: "Ah! Looking at that kid, I actually think of someone!"
"Which one is it from?"
"The ancestor of the Zhang family in Yangzhou, Zhang Degong, who is still over 100 years old."
"Bullshit! It was five years ago when you met him. You remember what a fool! You're talking nonsense!"
The short, fat, bald man glared at the tall man, and then muttered: "I heard that the old guy is very powerful, but that's just what the seniors say. If he is really powerful, why don't you hear him being the same as the Three Heroes of Tianjin? Huo Yuanjia and Huo Daxia Tianjin Zhang Degong is the oldest in the capital's great reputation."
The short, fat, bald man's words were a little rough, but he made sense. However, the tall, bald man ignored him. He just pondered for a while and said softly: "It's always right to be careful."
After seeing the two of them talking for a while, Huang Silang said: "That boy is the Southern Boxing Grandmaster I told you about."
"What?!"
The two bald heads were both shocked, and the young men following them were also stunned. That boy was young, he was probably twenty years old at most, but he was already a master?
The short fat man slapped himself on the head, and rubbed it with his big palms like cattail fans: "Damn it, what a bitch, I made a mistake!"