[６９书吧-ＷＷＷ-ＷＷＷ.６６ＨＵＵ.COM] If Chu Lingyu answered yes, she had already prepared a lot of preaching words to tell him how harmful gambling is.
"Neither do I. I don't like gambling," Chu Lingyu said softly, "But today I made a bet. He bet that the silver-haired boy would win. He lost ten to one, so he made a big bet."
"Oh." Su Mang glanced at Situ Jin.
If it was Situ Jin who was betting, she wouldn't care. All he would lose would be his underpants, so he had such a venomous tongue!
The fight was getting fierce in the stands. Although Su Mang didn't understand boxing, she knew martial arts. The two were similar and had a lot in common, so she quickly saw that the strength of the black-haired boy was much different from that of the silver-haired boy.
"Okay, Master Situ," Su Mang glanced at Situ Jin, "You will definitely win tonight!"
"Of course!" Situ Jin raised his chin proudly, "I am the god of gambling, and I have never lost no matter what I bet."
"Tch~" Su Mang chuckled slightly. What's so great about being able to bet? Is it worth such a shit?
At this time, the black-haired boy had been knocked to the ground by the silver-haired boy. Even after counting to ten, he could not stand up. The winner was decided, and the silver-haired boy won. There were cheers and curses in the audience.
The black-haired boy was lifted up from the stands by two burly men. Another man held a wooden stick as thick as a child's arm and placed it on the boy's right leg, sliding it up and down a few times.
The cheers and screams from the audience immediately reached their peak, and the howl sounded like a demonic sound piercing the ears, almost deafening Su Mang's ears.
"What are they doing?" Su Mang asked loudly in Chu Lingyu's ear.
"I don't know either." Chu Lingyu shook his head.
"This is the price the black-haired boy has to pay tonight." Situ Jin explained with a calm expression.
"What?" Su Mang looked at Situ Jin in confusion, not understanding what he was talking about.
"He won more than ten games in a row in this underground palace. He injured many of the silver-haired boy's master's men and angered that man. The rules set before the game were that if he won, the black-haired boy would get one million, and if he lost,
, he’s going to lose a leg.”
"What?" Su Mang took a breath of air and suddenly turned his gaze to the stands. The man with the wooden stick in his hand had already raised the wooden stick high and slammed it down on the young man's leg.
Without any time to think about anything, Su Mang almost reacted subconsciously, pulling off the ring from his hand and throwing it away.
The man screamed, and the wooden stick in his hand fell down. The palace, which had been filled with shouts and screams just now, fell silent for an instant.
Someone actually knocked down the stick and saved the black-haired boy!
Someone actually dares to do something in the Dark Night Palace!
Someone actually dares to be an enemy of the Dark Night Organization!
Don’t want to live anymore?
More than a dozen men in black jumped onto the high platform, eagle-like eyes darting down the stands, "Who? Stand up!"
"Isn't this simple?" A young man with a mask on his eyes jumped up to the high platform, leaned over to pick up the ring that Su Mang had put on the man's wrist, put it on his finger and turned it around a few times, and praised: "It's worth it.
As for Liancheng's things, you just throw them away, how generous you are! But...how many of these things do you still have to throw away?"
The young man raised his hand, and the man in black behind him picked up the wooden stick and smashed it on the black-haired boy's leg again. Su Mang curled his lips and raised his hand slightly. The man in black covered his wrist and groaned in pain, although there was no
Screaming, the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground.
The young man leaned over and picked up a button this time. His face darkened and he waved again.
