Li Yifan couldn't sleep anymore, got up, and paced back and forth in his room. After pondering carefully, my mood finally calmed down.

In fact, he didn't have anything to lose, if it weren't for this system, he would have died under that white Audi car a long time ago. At least alive now. In addition, although the system will kill half of the people, the 50% survival rate is also very high. In addition, you will get a variety of artifact items in the system. There really is nothing to complain about!

If it comes, it will be safe.

At this time, Li Yifan's heart inexplicably surged with ruthlessness. Word by word:

"In reality, life is not as good as a dog. Now I finally have another life. I still don't believe it, I can't be a human in the ladder! I don't just want to survive! I have to squeeze into the top three and get a special reward!"

......

At half past seven in the morning of the second day, Li Yifan got up and washed as usual. Then go downstairs for breakfast.

At nine o'clock, he came to the Feilong Mahjong Hall on Changfeng Street.

said that it was a mahjong parlor, but in fact it was an abandoned underground warehouse, which was some gambling games organized by Xiao Huang Hai Fei Ge himself. Because he himself is just an unpopular thug and has no status in the rivers and lakes, he can't provide any shelter for the mahjong parlor.

For this reason, there are basically no gamblers who come here to gamble for money, because once there is no shelter, people who lose money or are looking for trouble can do whatever they want!

So all the people who come here are some of Fei Ge's own little brothers. Don't look at the bull break in the name of the mahjong parlor, it's all a place for Xiao Huangmao and his group to entertain themselves.

Although Li Yifan has no connections, he also has his own channels to inquire about news.

He knew that Huang Mao had nothing to do with his hands recently, and he spent all day playing cards in the Feilong Mahjong Parlor. It started at nine o'clock in the morning and continued to play until the second half of the night.

At the door of the Feilong mahjong parlor, there was a thin little bastard standing there, not to welcome guests, but to look at the wind, afraid that the police would come to arrest the gamble.

When Li Yifan walked to the door slowly, the little bastard looked surprised and looked at him vigilantly. This was the first time he had seen someone other than his own come to gamble.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to report to Fei Ge inside, a hand knife slashed firmly into his neck, and the little bastard's eyes went black and he fell down.

Li Yifan supported the other party's body and dragged him to the grass on the side, without letting him make a sound.

In the 200-square-meter empty warehouse, there are two gaming tables, and a circle of people around one is watching the gambling game intently.

Li Yifan glanced at it, and there were eleven people in total.

From the moment he entered, no one paid attention to him, and he didn't notice that there was an outsider in the house.

Li Yifan swaggered over, unfazed. In the dark, he had a feeling in his heart that these people together were not enough for him to stuff his teeth. It was an inexplicable feeling, as if a person had a rough estimate of his physical strength and strength.

A little closer, through the crowd of onlookers, you can see the little yellow-haired Feige squatting on a chair, smoking a cigarette. Looking at the rest of the people with a smug face, it seems that he has won a lot of money.

On the table was a thick red old man's head. At least tens of thousands.

These little thugs are so rich!

A thought flashed through his mind: "I want this money!" ”