"Big brother is arrogant enough, but forget it, my brother is rich. After speaking, Zhao Yang pointed at Xia Feng with a smile.

"You're welcome, just speak if you need to!" Xia Donghai said with a smile.

At this moment, the young girl next to Xia Donghai suddenly leaned into his ear and said a few words, Xia Donghai immediately nodded and said: "Okay, okay, isn't it the new Chanel bag, and tomorrow my godfather will buy it for you!" After speaking, he stretched out his big hand and rubbed it on the young girl's soft hand.

"Wow, I love godfather so much, godfather is the best!" Then, the young girl and the middle-aged man were tired again.

Zhao Yang was speechless, this godfather screamed, he was really convinced!

At this time, the two martial artists in the field had already fought, and Zhao Yang looked at it carefully, but he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

As soon as he came up, the muscular man completely gained the upper hand, and the thin martial artist fled in various ways, but soon, Zhao Yang realized that this thin martial artist was holding a silver thread thinner than a hair in his hand!

This silver filament continued to stretch out from the cuffs of the thin warrior, and as the thin warrior flashed and moved, the muscular man was tied up little by little!

However, only Zhao Yang's eyesight can see this silver filament, can see the predicament of this muscular man, and even the big screen on the wall can't show the slender silver filament!

There was not a single Daoist among all the spectators present, so they all thought that this thin boy was completely suppressed by the muscular man and was going to lose soon!

At this time, Xia Donghai bet again and added seven million to the muscular man, and the total bet reached 10 million!

Here, Xia Feng also hurriedly pressed the virtual betting system.

At this time, Zhao Yang had already understood that the odds were not static, but constantly changing with the form on the field.

For example, before the war, the odds of the muscular man were 1.7, that is, if the muscular man finally won, he would come back 17 million and win 7 million if he pressed 10 million.

And now, the odds of the muscular man are still 1.7!

From this odds, Zhao Yang immediately saw that he was tired!

It stands to reason that at this time, the muscular man is at a disadvantage, and the bookmaker should lower the odds of the muscular man, but it seems that the organizer knows that the audience can't see the silver line, so they have been setting the odds at 1.7 to lure everyone to bet on the muscular man!

It can be said that this is a complete temptation!

If the bookmaker raises the odds, it means that the bookmaker is looking down on the muscular man, which will make the bettor suspicious.

But if the crop lowers the odds, the dealer may be more profitable, but it will make the dealer lose credibility, after all, although we can't see this silver wire, but once the muscular man loses, everyone will know the cause of his defeat, and the dealer can pretend to be confused, but not too much!

Thinking of this, Zhao Yang's eyes lit up, and at this time, Xia Feng actually wanted to bet on the muscular man!

Xia Feng had been hesitating about how much money to put just now, and at this time he had already decided to put five million on the muscular man!

However, just when his hand was about to press the OK button, he was grabbed by Zhao Yang!

"What's wrong?" Xia Feng looked at Zhao Yang strangely.

"Listen to me, down that skinny warrior. Zhao Yang said in a low voice.

"Big brother, are you kidding? That thin man is about to be by a muscular man!" Xia Feng said speechlessly.

"Don't ask so much, listen to me!. Zhao Yang insisted.

"Damn, big brother, I don't have much money in total, it's only 30 million, how can I lose like this!" Xia Feng said with a wry smile.

Zhao Yang couldn't help frowning, because this would be a matter of moments before the muscular man fell!

Sure enough, the muscular man and the thin warrior in the fight suddenly stopped.

The corners of the thin warrior's mouth turned up, revealing a weird smile, and then, he gently tugged the silver thread in his hand, and the muscular man immediately roared, and blood continued to overflow along the wound cut by the silver wire!

At this moment, the guests present watched this scene in disbelief and were stunned!

Immediately after, the thin warrior pulled the silver thread in his hand again! The silver thread instantly cut the muscular man's carotid artery, and a column of blood shot out from his carotid artery!

In the next second, the muscular man fell to his knees, and then fell to the ground!

A scene that almost everyone didn't want to see happened, and the thin warrior won!

The thin warrior stood in the middle of the field, looking around at everyone with a sneering expression.

That seems to mean, you don't think very well of me, do you?

At this time, Xia Feng looked at Zhao Yang in a daze and asked, "Zhao Yang, how did you know that he would win?"

"See. Zhao Yang said lightly.

"See?" Xia Feng said with a stunned face: "Why didn't I see it?"

"You don't have a good eye. Zhao Yang said with a smile.

Xia Feng thought that Zhao Yang was joking, so he hammered him and said, "Fart, Lao Tzu is here...... Lao Tzu shoots quite accurately, and you actually say that Lao Tzu has bad eyes!"

"Shooting......" Zhao Yang scratched his head and was speechless for a while.

"Brother, your eyesight is good, I will press whichever you say!" Xia Donghai beside Zhao Yang said.

"Good. Zhao Yang said with a smile.

This round really pits a lot of people, almost all of them are muscular men, and it is roughly estimated that the dealer won billions of dollars in this round.

This is an absolute place of high gambling, and the dealer has to have the financial resources to open up such a large field underground, and it is done without knowing it!

In addition, they must also have enough funds to sit in the bank, you know, the banker can make money, but if you lose, the loss will be huge!

Take this first round as an example, almost no one presses the thin and weak martial artist, if the muscular man really wins, the dealer will not make billions of net profits, but lose billions!

Losing billions of dollars in just one game is really not something ordinary people can afford.

Immediately after that, the second group played against the samurai.

Seeing the weapon in the hand of one of the martial artists, Zhao Yang's heart moved, this person turned out to be from the Black Scythe Sect!

This black sickle, Zhao Yang is too familiar!

Another warrior had a shaved head and was armed with a long stick, which seemed to be a Buddhist warrior.

Scythe vs. long stick, both of them are beginner martial artists in the Qi Gathering Realm, interesting!

Zhao Yang watched with interest, and at this time, Xia Donghai couldn't wait to ask: "Brother, who do you think can win?"

"It's hard to say, the two of them are in the same martial arts realm, you have to let me observe again. Zhao Yang said with a smile.

"Scythe vs. long stick, I feel like the scythe is a little more powerful. The young girl next to Xia Donghai said with a smile.

"Eh, it's hard to say, the kid who made the long stick seems to be a monk, maybe he recited a sentence of Amitabha, and the opponent put down the sickle and became a Buddha on the spot. Xia Donghai said with a smile.

"I hate it, people are talking to you seriously, but you are joking......" The girl smiled and pushed Xia Donghai and said.

(End of chapter)