Chapter 48 Quick! Help me make a heavy bet, I want to go all-in!
The second game was between the Xianglong Guild Hall and the Holy Fist Sect. The Holy Fist Sect was very powerful in the Henan area. The person who represented Xianglong in the battle was Mo Yingbing. Xianglong lost in the previous game. Of course it was Mo Yingbing who regained face.
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Mo Yingbing is not only a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo, but also ranked first in this arena for six consecutive years. With Mo Yingbing here, he is guaranteed to win money. Although Mo Yingbing’s odds are extremely low, it does not affect the game at all.
The enthusiasm of outsiders for betting.
Not only can Mo Yingbing win money for them, every move he makes reveals strength and unrestrained beauty. Watching his game is a kind of enjoyment. His appearance is also a stimulant for women outside the court. As long as he
As soon as he came on stage, the screams of the women outside the field were almost deafening. Mo Yingbing seemed to be enjoying himself very much. Being sought after by these women, he would try his best to show off every time he appeared on the stage. He was a man who showed off like the wind.
Under the exaggerated introduction of the ring commentator, Mo Yingbing appeared. General Mo Yingbing was wearing a military uniform.
As soon as Bing appeared, the whole place was excited. Of course, many of them were betting on Mo Yingbing, but how could the voices of these people compare to the screams of those crazy women?
Jia Xiaolin couldn't help laughing in the stands, "This guy is a romantic seed and a killer of women!"
The Holy Fist Sect heard in advance that Mo Yingbing was coming, so they did not dare to be careless and sent a master who practiced iron sand palm. It is said that this master can break a pine tree as big as a bowl with one slap. If he hits it,
The consequences for people are very terrible.
Master Iron Sand Palm pays 3 for one game, and Mo Yingbing pays 0.5 for one game.
Jia Xiaolin directly asked Meizi to place his bet on Mo Yingbing. The Demon Lord was not sure about the strength of this Iron Sand Master, so he watched the fight between the two from the backstage window.
Mo Yingbing did not disappoint everyone. In the second round, he hit the old master in the left leg with a whip kick. When the old master was in pain and unsteady, he used a double kick in the air and knocked out the old master directly.
Win on the ground.
Mo Yingbing took the robe from his subordinate D, put it on casually, and walked off the stage with a proud smile as the whole audience screamed.
Jia Xiaolin took a sip of tea, leaned back on the chair, and crossed his legs. Mo Yingbing had no rivals, and now there was Wang Yunhai. In this kind of double insurance situation, it was impossible not to win.
Backstage, Mo Yingbing met with Demon Lord. Knowing that Wang Yunhai was going to fight on behalf of Xianglong, Mo Yingbing was very fond of Wang Yunhai. "Brother, I'm optimistic about you. Fight well. I'll buy you to win, hehe!"
"I'll go! If you don't fight me well, will I lose?" Demon Lord was very angry, "No matter who comes to fight me, I will destroy him in the first round."
"Oh, okay, you are awesome!"
The Demon Lord swaggered onto the ring, and the referee was shocked when he saw Wang Yunhai coming up. How dare a brat weighing less than 100 pounds dare to come to the ring to challenge? The referee was worried that this kid was wearing the wrong pants and walking in the wrong way?
"Little brother, this is the competition arena, and the stands are over there." The referee said while pointing towards the stands.
"I'm going! I'm here to play a game."
"You?" The referee was stunned. With such a small body, he was afraid that he would fart with just one punch.
"Little brother, are you really here to play?" The referee had to confirm again.
"good!"
The referee looked at the list in his hand and asked, "Are you Wang Yunhai?"
"good!"
"Our event is a boxing match without rules, regardless of weight class,"
"good!"
"Okay, just wait a moment."
The referee immediately yelled at the bettor in the audience, "Old Liu, help me add 800,000 to the blue side's victory!"
The referee made a lot of money from his bets in the past few days. He thought to himself that the method of letting such a boy come to die is too obvious. If he does not take this opportunity to make a big profit, he will definitely regret his death in the future, because
He knows that the blue boxer is a professional boxer
, weighing nearly 100 kilograms, which is twice as much as Wang Yunhai. Such a body shape can directly crush Wang Yunhai to death. In this case, what is it other than making money? Of course, this requires a big bet, otherwise it is simply right.
I can't help but get the reputation of being a referee.
The referee succeeded in chasing the bet, and he was very happy, so he began to introduce Wang Yunhai.
"Dear spectators, in the third match today, the red team sent out a murderous and powerful player. This is also a master from Xianglong. His name is," the referee turned his head and asked Wang Yunhai
, "Do you have a nickname?"
"Call me the Vampire Demon Lord!" The Demon Lord and Wang Yunhai looked at the crowded audience, and both of them felt a little excited.
Vampire Demon Lord? The referee thought to himself, "The name is quite catchy, but it serves a purpose. Just don't change into the Xiang-sucking Demon Lord for a while."
The referee paused for a moment, followed the old rules, and announced Wang Yunhai's nickname in a loud voice, "Wang Yunhai from Xianglong, nickname, Blood-sucking--Demon--Zun!"
But the audience's reaction was surprisingly calm. Everyone could see that this guy, who only wore a pair of trousers, had no body fat in total. He was so thin that he couldn't even hang his trousers, and his trousers might fall off after running two steps.
, such a person, unless the one who comes up is also of the same size and may have a head, otherwise if he follows the boxers from the previous games, I am afraid that this kid will be beaten to death. While the audience was talking, the blue boxer appeared.
A big man who walked with great power strode onto the stage. He glanced at the red opponent Wang Yunhai beside the referee. He was stunned for a moment, and then a look of disdain appeared on his face. He stamped his feet and didn't even bother to say hello to the referee.
After beating him, he raised a bulging muscle arm and danced wildly towards the sky, "I am Bailongjiang Furious Cannon. Buy it from me. I guarantee you will win today!"
"Does this need to be said?" The audience is not unaware that you can't win even if you are angry and cannon, and your desperate plan is useless!
But after all, the strength is too obvious. For this hand, there is a long queue for betting on forty points. The green cannon wins. The dealer's odds are quickly adjusted, from one to three, to one to two.
Pay one, and finally drop to 0.2 if you don’t wear underwear! It’s considered an open game.
For the first time in the arena competition, you can directly apply for the Gillis World Record. Wang Yunhai's odds have risen to an astonishing 1 to 10. Unfortunately, no one dares to bet on him. This is normal. If there is a bet on him being killed
, I am probably afraid that many people will take a gamble on him.
The bets were placed on this one, which delayed the game for a full twenty minutes. Even the spectators who had made up their minds to just watch the game also placed bets on this one.
Isn’t there a saying that goes well? “Betting without knowing the outcome is called gambling, and placing bets that know the outcome is called investment!”
Nu DaPao has already thought about it. He has to make a big bet this time. The climate here in Bailongjiang is not very good and the housing prices are too high. He has taken a fancy to a seaside villa in the south and takes this opportunity to make more money.
, looking at whether the money is enough, "Brother Liu, help me add another three million, damn, the odds are too low."
Everyone laughed evilly.
Jia Xiaolin took a sip of tea, looked at the situation in the field, and sneered, "You are looking down on others, you will be interested in me soon." He turned around and said to Mei Zi, "Give me an additional 6 million, and Wang Yunhai wins."
"Okay, a total of 10 million, Wang Yunhai wins."
The scene gradually became quiet, and the Demon Lord looked at Lao Liudao, who was in charge of placing bets, "Can I place a bet?"
Lao Liu didn't even raise his head, "Okay, I'll win by betting on the Furious Cannon. How much can I bet?"
"No! The Vampire Lord wins."
"Vampire Lord wins?" Old Liu was startled and raised his head to look at Wang Yunhai, "Young man, it's good to have self-confidence..."
Old Liu wanted to persuade Wang Yunhai, but Wang Yunhai threw out two things, a gold watch and a bank card, "There are three hundred thousand in the card, how much is this watch worth?"
Old Liu swallowed back his words of persuasion. Of course he knew this watch. It belonged to Mo Yingbing of Xihua Xianglong Taekwondo Gym. This was a bit strange. Why did Mo Yingbing give his gold watch to this kid?
Now, he didn't think about it carefully. According to the rules of the group, he had to give Mo Yingbing some face. If it were an ordinary person, he would estimate it at most 500,000, and Mo Yingbing would get as much as he wanted.
"The precious gold watch is worth 2 million. You bet a total of 2.3 million. The odds are that the Vampire Demon will win. You pay ten to one,,,,but!"
"But what?"
"It's nothing." Old Liu sighed. Wang Yunhai's tone was very strong and he would definitely not be able to persuade him. This young man didn't seem to have much money, so now he had taken Brother Mo's watch for granted, which was considered as a top priority.
Heirloom, after this scene, it would be okay if he died, but if he is seriously injured, how will he live in the future? Old Liu shook his head, "I've just placed my bet, and you can go!"
Wang Yunhai was so excited that he lost ten to one? My grandma!!! Double that is 4.6 million, ten times that is 23 million!!!
What is 23 million? The Demon Lord didn't take it seriously, but Wang Yunhai's mood infected him. The Demon Lord smiled and said, "Little bastard, you have been with me for so long, why can't you make a living?"
What kind of smile is this? The smile that appeared on Wang Yunhai's face at this time was looking for death for Nu Cannon!
"Boy, what are you laughing at?" Nu Cannon was a little angry.
"Hey, it's none of your business what I'm laughing at?" Demon Lord has always had a arrogant attitude. He was like this towards Jia Xiaolin, and he was also like this when he met Nie Huanran, the persimmon chief. But Nu Dapao couldn't accept this kind of attitude.
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"Boy, you are looking for death!" Nu Dapao was furious. He hit the referee with a pickaxe and was about to take action. The referee persuaded Nu Dapao aside.
The audience in the audience saw that the smell of sex was too strong. Even though everyone bought the angry cannon to win, they couldn't help but sweat for the skinny monkey Wang Yunhai.
The referee immediately smoothed things over, "Everyone has seen that the betting took too much time just now. The two players can't wait anymore. I announce that the game will start now!"
The referee brought the two together according to the rules, explained a few rules, and then made a gesture and the game officially started.
Nu Dapao lived up to the expectations of all the audience. He jumped out as soon as the referee gave the order. Is there any suspense in this kind of super heavyweight match? If he can't beat Wang Yunhai, how can he fight against his body?