"I hear you. ”

Chen Yuan lazily stood up from the straw mat and gouged out his ears, "Shouting so loudly, the deaf can hear it." ”

"It's good to hear it," "Leper Zhang" squinted at Chen Yuan, and said arrogantly: "Mr. Hong confessed, there are 'big shots' present tonight, let you behave well, and the bounty will be doubled!"

"Double, so good. ”

Chen Yuanpi replied with a smile, and asked casually: "Which 'big man' is coming tonight, is it Hu Lao Ghost of the 'Three Alliances', Tang Fat Man of 'Aoki Hall', or several major shareholders of the Gambling Alliance?"

"Yes......" and "Leper Zhang" almost blurted out.

Suddenly closed his mouth, rolled his eyes, and snorted coldly: "Damn, you will know it yourself when the time comes." ”

"Mr. Hong specially ordered you to wear psionic armor, tonight's opponent is very strong, if your kid dies on the stage, hehe, no one will collect your body!"

"The first half of the sentence is 'Mr. Hong commands', and the second half of the sentence is added by you bastard yourself. ”

Chen Yuan sneered, glanced at "Leper Zhang", and said, "Okay, tell Mr. Hong, I still say the same thing, do my best." ”

"It's good to know each other," "Leper Zhang" glanced at the "One-Eyed Hao" who was concentrating on painting on the straw mat in disgust, glared at Chen Yuan fiercely, said "Let's go", and left the dark room with a group of men.

Chen Yuan put one hand on his cheek, thoughtful: "'Big man', it seems to be a little interesting......"

......

At half past nine o'clock in the evening, the "leper head Zhang" arrived as scheduled.

According to the "process", Chen Yuan, who was wearing a black hood on his head, was brought to the No. 12 gambling arena.

Honestly divided for so many days, plus so many consecutive wins in gambling fights.

Mr. Hong's vigilance finally let go of a little, and made an exception to remove the "left and right protectors" around Chen Yuan, and instead sent people to follow one after the other to guide Chen Yuan.

Squeezing through the bustling crowd, Chen Yuan was removed from his hood, and at a glance he saw Mr. Hong sitting in the center of the luxury booth.

Mr. Hong seemed to be in a good mood, drinking and laughing with several local gang bosses in Heimu Town, and the "Three Alliances" Hu Lao Ghost and "Aoki Tang" Boss Tang were all present.

Seeing Chen Yuan coming, Mr. Hong beckoned him to come and sit as usual.

He handed him a wine glass, filled it with wine, and led him to take turns to toast to the gang bosses present.

Those who know know know that Chen Yuan is a hostage in the hands of Mr. Hong, and those who don't know it think that this kid is the godson that Mr. Hong has just recognized recently.

When a group of subordinates saw this scene, they had long been accustomed to it, and they could only envy, envy and hate in their hearts.

Soon, Chen Yuan finished a round of wine.

Gently placed the wine glass on the table, approached Mr. Hong, and asked quietly, "Mr. Hong, are the 'big guys' you are talking about, are these local gang bosses in Blackwood Town?"

"What, you really want to know?" Mr. Hong turned his head and said with a faint smile: "You'll see it in a while, don't worry, wait." ”

"So mysterious?" Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Of course, it's not a mystery to me," Mr. Hong glanced at Chen Yuan meaningfully, and did not continue.

Instead, he put his shoulder on his shoulder, pointed to the boxing ring and said: "The G-level martial artists in Blackwood Town have been abused by you, I specially applied to the Gambling Alliance to arrange an F-level entry martial artist for you, give me a good fight in a while, don't lose the face of our 'Xuanhe Gang'." ”

"F-level entry?" Chen Yuan frowned and said, "Mr. Hong, you also think too highly of me, no matter how much I can fight, I am only a G-level novice, you let me skip the level and fight with the F-level, what is the difference between it and delivering food." ”

Mr. Hong glanced at him and said, "I said you can do it, you can do it." ”

"If it doesn't work, it has to work?" Chen Yuan scoffed.

"If you can't, you have to do it. Mr. Hong said slyly.

After speaking, he looked at the group of gang bosses who were drinking by themselves, turned to Chen Yuan, and said gloomily: "Whisper, I bet on you for two million tonight, and none of those fools believe that you can fight beyond the level, each of them bet one million on your opponent, whether you can eat the pension money of these old guys, but it's all up to you." ”

"Huh. ”

For people like Mr. Hong, Chen Yuan can only report these two words.

sighed lightly and said, "Try your best, two million holes are not a joke, I can't afford to lose." ”

"Yes, it's very good," Mr. Hong smiled lewdly, patted Chen Yuan on the shoulder, and said: "If you play well enough, I will introduce you to that 'big man', if you can get his appreciation, maybe your kid will ascend to heaven, and when the time comes, I may have to rely on you." ”

"Spare me......"

Chen Yuan looked indifferent, "Being 'appreciated' by people like you is ready to die at any time, can't I afford to play......?"

......

At the same time, a psionic sedan is driving on the "Hades Road" leading to Blackwood Town in the dark.

There were three people in the car.

The driver was a burly, scarred, bald man, with bright eyes, looking straight ahead, holding the steering wheel firmly with both hands, not daring to wander in the slightest.

In the passenger seat next to him, there was an old man with gray hair, a thin face, and a black practice uniform, sitting there with his eyes closed.

In the back seat, there was also a young girl wearing a fiery red tunic silk skirt with a charming face, holding her chin in one hand, and looking out from time to time, looking a little bored.

The night was getting deeper, and it was pitch black, but the off-road vehicle had no intention of slowing down.

The girl in red leaned forward, frowned and asked, "Uncle Long, it's been more than two hours since we set off, right?"

"Miss Jin'er, it's almost there," the strong man with Scar replied respectfully.

"It's almost here again," Su Jin'er pouted and said, "I said it was almost there an hour ago, but I haven't arrived for a long time, hmph, I really can't believe what you men say." ”

"Jin'er, don't be rude. ”

The old man in the passenger seat opened his eyes, turned his head slightly and said: "This road is not very peaceful, 'Heimu Mountain' has recently changed again, and it is even more dangerous at night, Long Kun is not wrong to drive cautiously, you don't talk nonsense and disturb his attention." ”

After thinking for a while, he said: "When I arrive at 'Blackwood Town' in a while, everything is arranged by Long Kun and Xiaohong, and you can't act recklessly, do you know?"

"Got it...... Fauber. Su Jin'er stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

Although she was born from a noble background and has been very pampered since she was a child, there are two people who she has to listen to.

One is her mysterious grandfather, and the other is the "Fubo" in front of her.

"Fauber" has been by his grandfather's side for 60 years and is his most trusted cronie.

When she was a child, Su Jin'er didn't think that Fu Bo had anything to be afraid of, just an ordinary old servant beside her grandfather.

As I got older, I began to realize the unfathomable nature of "Fubo".

Especially after cultivating martial arts, hearing the "glorious deeds" that "Fu Bo" did in his early years, Su Jin'er began to be in awe of him from the bottom of her heart, and over time, this awe has been deeply rooted in her heart and formed a habit of hers.

Seeing that she was finally honest, "Fu Bo" turned his head to Long Kun and said: "This girl has been spoiled by the young master, you are an elder, don't be like him." ”

"Fu Bo's words are serious, Long Kun is just a subordinate, how can he be worthy of the word 'elder'," Long Kun grinned and said: "Then again, Miss Jin'er is innocent and straightforward, I can't appreciate it, how can I blame her?"

"Hmph. ”

Su Jin'er put her hands on her chest, don't turn her head, but there was a faint look of self-satisfaction on her pretty face.

"Long Kun," Fu Bo slowly turned his head and said to Long Kun, "I have wronged you all these years outside." ”

"Since 'that incident' happened, the 'dragon head' was furious, you and Xiao Hong were also implicated and were purged from the 'organization', over the years, although the 'dragon head' didn't say it, but I know that he was thinking about you all the time, after all, ...... You are disciples taught by him himself, and apart from that 'traitor', the 'dragon head' really treats each of your disciples as his own children......"

"Fauber, it's been so many years, and what are you talking about? ”

Long Kun smiled and said: "Over the years, I have lived well in the Yun family, I don't have to worry about food or clothing, Mr. Hong has become the leader of a gang, I don't know how happy and happy it is, those of us who are disciples, I just hope that the 'dragon head' and his old man will be healthy and have a long life, and the rest will ...... Nothing more. ”

"Is there really nothing to do?"

Fu Bo raised a pair of cloudy eyes, looked at Long Kun for a moment, and said with a smile: "You and Xiaohong were brought up by me, what are you thinking in your hearts, others don't know, I still don't know?"

When he said this, he looked at the dark night outside, and said slowly: "You brought us here to see the so-called 'Gu Wu Miaozi', just to borrow my eyes to identify that kid's qualifications for you, if that kid's talent is really good, and then borrow my hand to recommend him to the 'dragon head', so that you have made great contributions, you will have the opportunity to get the understanding of the 'dragon head' and return to the 'organization', am I right?"

"This ......"

Long Kun listened to "Fu Bo" finish speaking, his back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he smiled reluctantly: "Everything...... Nothing can be hidden from Fauber. ”

"Ahem......" "Fu Bo" coughed twice and said with a smile: "I said, you are all brought up by me, and no one knows you better than me, including the faucet." ”

glanced at Long Kun, and continued: "At the age of the old man, it's not a big deal to be taken advantage of, don't worry, as long as that kid is really a manufacturable material, even if he is tied, I will tie him to the front of the 'dragon head', if he can really inherit the mantle of the 'dragon head', and continue to carry forward the ancient martial arts, it is not in vain that my generation is diligent and diligent, and struggles all his life." ”

"Thank you, Fubo," Long Kun nodded heavily, his eyes flickering faintly.

"Cut. ”

Su Jin'er listened in the back seat, with a look of disdain, and said secretly: "What is 'manufacturable material', I think it's just a waste of fame." I wanted to go through the back door to please my grandfather, but there was no door. After a while, I saw the kid and saw that I didn't tear down his platform. ”

......

Blackwood Town, Arena 12.

The lights in the ring are dazzling, and there is a commotion under the ring.

The rain of colorful banknotes is blowing one after another, and the next one does not stop.

According to Mr. Hong's instructions, Chen Yuan put on the psionic armor, dragged a level 1 8-star psionic long stick, and slowly walked towards the ring.

After the first day of gambling, the famous "broom stick" in Blackwood Town had already withdrawn from the stage of history and was replaced by this psionic long stick.

This stick is named "Thunder", which was ordered by Mr. Hong for Chen Yuan, priced at 1.2 million yuan, made of 26 kinds of grade 1 high-strength alloys, injected with aura when attacking, and can be accompanied by thunder and lightning and burning effects.

It's just that from buying to now, Chen Yuan is still the first time to use the "thunder stick" to gamble.

What he had to face today was an F-rank martial artist he had never defeated before.

The strength of an F-level martial artist, Chen Yuan has only seen it once.

More than a week ago, he was besieged on the path, and the strong man with the scar who knocked him unconscious was a martial artist above the F level.

At that time, the other party punched him and directly spat blood from his mouth, and Chen Yuan still remembers the salty taste.

Although his strength was much stronger than when he faced the strong man with scars at that time, and his state was also at his peak, the strength of an F-level martial artist could not be underestimated.

Won, nothing.

If you lose, you're nothing.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath and stepped into the ring.