According to the regulations, the bald boxer can get a reward of 100,000 yuan. He can have ten minutes to rest and challenge the next contestant. If he wins again, he can get double the reward. Of course, he can also give up the game, even if
If you lose, the reward of 100,000 yuan is inevitable.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, after a boxer wins, he will continue to compete.
The bald boxer takes a break.
At this time, a group of players who bet on the bald boxer began to claim their prizes.
The scarred man pays according to the first ticket.
The vast majority of people were expressing their regrets. Although these lottery winners didn't bet much, they had three times the odds, so they also made a lot of money. They were all smiling.
Du Qingchen bet one million on his own, and he was definitely the only one. Seeing that he got a reward of three million, the audience nearby started talking a lot.
"This guy is really lucky. This is what made him successful."
"Nima, I got three million, is this still justified?"
"Is his intuition so accurate? How about we join him in custody later?"
"Stop talking nonsense and bet based on intuition. Do you think he is a god of gambling? This is boxing. This requires strength. There is no possibility of cheating."
"That's right. There are many more powerful boxers behind. If you want to win, it's impossible."
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Facing everyone's discussion, Du Qingchen sat there as if he didn't hear what these people said.
With his sharp eyesight, as long as there is no shady secrets, he will never lose.
He could tell who was strong and who was weak at a glance.
Therefore, he did not rely on intuition.
Zhu Zhijun just deposited 500,000 yuan, and now he has received 1.5 million yuan. Logically speaking, he should be happy, but now he is dejected.
"What's wrong? Do you think you underpaid?" Du Qingchen said with a smile.
Zhu Zhijun looked depressed: "Isn't it true? If I had known I would have bet one million, and I only have one and a half million. Oh, what a loss."
"It's too easy to win money tonight. I told you to bet with me. You can't go wrong."
"Okay, Brother Chen, I'll bet on you in a moment, and I'll bet on whoever you bet on."
Zhu Zhijun was happy again.
Isn't this just a game? There will be more opportunities later. He has lost several million here and now, and he is still losing money. He has to seize the opportunity and win all the money back at once.
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After a ten-minute break, the bald boxer entered the ring again.
In the boxing ring, boxer No. 3 was sent. This man looked very ordinary, but everyone present knew him. This No. 3 was a fierce man and an experienced boxer. He had strong punches and elegant steps. He once
Won twelve games in a row, absolutely ruthless.
Betting started again.
As soon as No. 3 appeared on the stage, everyone was betting on him to win. It was meaningless to just bet on him to win. Even if he won, he wouldn't make any money. So, everyone started betting on him to win in a few minutes. This was very interesting.
I'm not sure anymore, but gambling is all about luck.
When everyone was done betting, Du Qingchen and Zhu Zhijun came to the scarred man again.
There were still some people around waiting for them, all wanting to see who Du Qingchen would bet on this time, and whether he would bet on the bald boxer to win like he did just now.
If he really bets like that, he is a fool.
Everyone thinks so.
"I'd rather bet on the bald boxer to win, two million. What's the odds now?" Du Qingchen asked with a smile.
"I'll bet too, I'll bet two million! Just like him!"
Zhu Zhijun said quickly.
The scarred man laughed, he felt that Du Qingchen was really out of his mind.
"The odds are four to one, quadrupled. I hope you will continue to have good luck."
Fearing that Du Qingchen would regret it, the scarred man immediately issued tickets for the two of them.
The people around him couldn't help but booed when they heard that Du Qingchen actually surrendered the bald boxer to win. When they looked at Du Qingchen, they looked like they were looking at a clown, their eyes full of ridicule, and many people couldn't help but laugh.
Speak up.
"My luck has always been relatively good, but I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it in a while."
Du Qingchen said with a smile.
The scarred man smiled and said: "Don't worry about this. Within 100 million, there will definitely be no problem. Our boxing ring has been open for four or five years, and we have always been honest."
"Okay, then you can go and prepare the money for me."
After Du Qingchen finished speaking, he took Zhu Zhijun back to his seat.
People nearby were still talking, but soon, the two boxers started fighting in the ring.
As everyone expected, boxer No. 3 was very fierce and hit the bald boxer continuously in less than a minute.
Two minutes later, the bald boxer was knocked to the ground.
The audience at the scene cheered in unison, and many of the people who won the bet were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.
Many people looked at Du Qingchen, especially a fat man not far from Du Qingchen who smiled at him and said, "Brother, this is your first time here. How do you feel about throwing millions into it? Haha!"
Du Qingchen smiled and said: "I only bet three million. Even if I lose, it's not my money. How can I feel? Besides, the game is not over yet, how do you know that I can't come back?"
"Hahaha, I thought it was the same as before. Let me tell you, boxing is not another sport. This really depends on strength. If you want to be upset, that is simply nonsense. Do you think we are all fools?"
The fat man mocked.
"In case of an upset, I'm curious as to what kind of expression you will have on your face then."
Du Qingchen smiled calmly
The fat man said angrily: "Okay, let's wait and see. I want to see if there are any other miracles?"
Now the No. 3 boxer is uninjured, but the bald boxer's face is covered in blood. Everyone can see that he is at the end of his strength, and he will lose if he continues to fight. The key is that he can't get up.
The referee starts counting the seconds.
The audience at the scene also counted the seconds with him.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four...
The audience was very excited and very loud.
But suddenly, everyone's voices suddenly stopped.
Because the bald boxer really stood up, he was swaying, his face was covered with blood, and his body was stained with a lot of blood. It looked like he might fall down at any time, but no one dared to speak louder anymore.
He was shaken by his tenacious fighting spirit.
The match continued, and the bald man suddenly rushed towards the No. 3 boxer like a bull.
Boxer No. 3 was startled, trembling instinctively, and almost didn't dare to look into the opponent's eyes, which looked almost crazy.
He was so stunned that the bald head had already rushed in front of him. When he started to make a move, he suddenly found that his body was like being hit by a mad cow. He was directly hit by the barrier and bounced back.