Suddenly, the sound of Zhou Neng brandishing a steel knife sounded through the air behind him, and Guo Qilin realized what was about to happen.
The cold light of the steel knife made Guo Qilin's eyes hurt. He had never seen this scene before. His face was frightened, he was sweating profusely, and his legs were so weak that he could no longer stand.
Guo Qilin's heart was almost broken at this moment. If he had known that he would be cut off if he came up to place a bet with Tang Hao, and he would probably be beaten to death, he would not have accompanied him to go through this muddy water just because he believed in Tang Hao.
Tang Hao, who smelled the evil wind behind him and had expected it, did not panic at all. He sneered and turned around, facing the several-foot-long steel knife in Zhou Neng's hand. Tang Hao actually did not retreat but advanced, facing the onslaught. Go up.
"Boy, I think you are looking for death!"
A sneer appeared on Zhou Neng's lips, and he continued to exert strength with his arm, and the blade of the steel knife went straight towards the door facing Tang Hao.
As soon as this sharpened steel knife comes into contact with Tang Hao's body, even if he was the former King of Soldiers of China, his skin and flesh will be torn open and blood will flow out!
But Ye Ren was still standing at the door unmoved, watching all of this quietly with a faint smile on his lips.
But although the steel knife was sharper than Tang Hao's skin, it could cut it open as soon as it came into contact.
"Leave here for me!"
Tang Hao roared violently. Although Zhou Neng's sword was already very fast, he took action at an even faster speed.
Tang Hao grabbed Zhou Neng's head with his big hand. He exerted force and pressed his head hard on the desk behind Zhou Neng.
At the same time, the steel knife in Zhou Neng's hand stopped abruptly because Zhou Neng suddenly fell down.
"Damn it, you brat, let me go!"
Zhou Neng's head was violently controlled by Tang Hao's big hand. His face turned red and the veins on his head were exposed, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up and move his head away.
Zhou Neng couldn't do it even if he moved even half a moment.
"Oh, this knife is good, but it's too sharp. It can't kill people, but it can be used to cut tables!"
A teasing smile appeared on Tang Hao's lips. He kicked out his right foot like lightning and tapped Zhou Neng's knife hand.
It is strange to say that Zhou Neng, who was holding the steel knife tightly, suddenly felt numb in his wrist just because Tang Hao made such a gentle move, and the steel knife flew upwards unknowingly.
What is even more frightening is that after the sharp steel knife broke away from Zhou Neng's hand, it spun countless circles in the air, and the place where it landed happened to be on the solid wood desk where Zhou Neng was lying on his stomach!
"flutter!"
The steel knife sank into the tabletop of the desk and stood on it at a curved angle, just like a simple guillotine in ancient times.
The edge of the steel knife was only a few centimeters away from the neck of Zhou Neng, who was lying on the table unable to move!
Feeling the chill on his neck, Zhou Neng's heart tightened, and he seemed to realize something.
Zhou Neng, who was still struggling to resist, took a breath of cold air. In an instant, Zhou Neng's backbone was soaked with cold sweat. He lay quietly on the desk. How could he dare to move?
You know, his life now depends on the steel knife that is only a few centimeters away from him. I'm afraid if there is a slight mistake, Zhou Neng's life will be regarded as an account!
"Yeah, be honest!"
Tang Hao patted the back of Zhou Neng's head with a satisfied smile. After seeing that Zhou Neng stopped moving, he took his hand back.
Guo Qilin on the side finally came back to his senses. He opened his mouth wide and his eyes were full of disbelief.
You need to know how precise Tang Haolu's control of force must be to achieve that move just now?
Guo Qilin suddenly felt dumbfounded. This guy is a martial arts master. How can he be so confident?
"Damn, why didn't this guy tell me earlier? Otherwise, I would have been ready to save him just now..."
Guo Qilin muttered angrily, and then he quickly ducked aside because the crisis seemed to have not been resolved yet.
"Tsk, tsk, not bad, this touch is just right."
Ye Ren, who was standing at the door, suddenly broke the silence with a voice. He shook his head with emotion.
Although his words were full of praise for Tang Hao, there was a hint of murderous intent in Ye Ren's eyes.
Tang Hao turned around and looked at Ye Ren with a smile.
"Haha, you are an English player, but you came to me to place bets on football, and then engaged in match-fixing. I'm afraid, you were the one who bought the English team to win the game at .5 odds for 4 million, right?
"
The corners of Ye Ren's mouth curved, revealing a playful smile. He moved his shoulders, as if he was preparing for something.
"Yes, you are really smart."
Tang Hao praised, the corners of his mouth also curved, and he looked at Ye Ren with a vague smile.
"Brother Neng, what did this kid do when he came here this time?"
Ye Ren asked Zhou Neng in a condensed voice.
Zhou Neng was lying on the table at this time, and his voice seemed to be trembling as he faced death threats: "Young Master, this kid bought 10 million English to win in the finals, and the odds are 1:5.
"
"Such stupid odds!"
Ye Ren cursed secretly, and then he suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at Tang Hao with raised eyebrows: "Brother, we were match-fixing before, and now we are here to make a fortune before the odds are determined.
Isn’t it a little unkind?”
Tang Hao laughed: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you guys are so happy when you win money in the black bank, but you get so angry when you lose this little money? I didn't play in the previous semi-finals. If I had played, the result would be the same for our English department.
Even if the team wins, you will still have to lose money. What does this have to do with whether there is match-fixing? And whether it is the semi-finals or the finals, the odds are set by you, not by me. I just
I just came here to buy the ball. And in the finals, I will go on the field and defeat the physical education department with my own hands. That is not match-fixing, so there is nothing unkind!"
"I don't care whether you play or not. Since you are involved in match-fixing and you are still trying to make money from my Night Soul Hall, you are seeking death!"
Ye Ren shouted loudly, he suddenly got angry, and rushed towards Tang Hao with a single step.
"It is true that I want to make money from you, but whether I will die or not is still unknown!"
Tang Hao said loudly in the same voice. Seeing Ye Ren running towards him, his face changed slightly and he rushed forward without any hesitation!
Unexpectedly, the two of them started to fight as soon as they said so. Guo Qilin looked at the two fighting at the same place with a pale face. Especially after hearing the three words "Yehuntang" from Ye Ren's mouth, his back became even more intense.