100 million is the currency of the Orient. Converted into Chinese currency, it is about six million.

But it's a lot of money.

This can't help but make Wang Yong have another guess about Yinglang's family background, this kid doesn't seem to be just an ordinary rich second generation! How can an ordinary rich second generation casually sell 6 million, just to support his master?

But Wang Yong didn't say anything, just like a 100 million bet in his eyes, which was about the same as a hundred.

"You...... No kidding?" the staff was frightened.

There are a lot of big bets, but there are really no big bets on Wang Yong.

"Do you think I'm a joker, hold on!" Ying Lang threw the money he had just taken out onto the table, and threw out another card.

Yinglang didn't want to play so big before, but for some reason, he suddenly made such a decision.

Others looked at him as calm and relaxed, and he was wealthy, but in fact, Yinglang's heart was pounding at the moment.

This is a sum of money that he has saved with great difficulty! If it all goes down the drain, he will cry to death!

But when I thought about it, if I really lost it, I should give Wang Yong's tuition.

Six million, buy a top master master, but it's also worth it.

The staff saw that Yinglang was serious, and immediately placed a bet on Yinglang.

Subsequently, Yinglang got a sign.

This brand is a token of identification, and you can redeem your winnings after the game.

In Toyo's underground casinos, redemption and betting are separated. Bets are placed in the stalls, but you have to go elsewhere to exchange cash.

Most gambling stalls will give customers a few ballpoint pens at the time of settlement, and then the guests will go out with the ballpoint pens and go to a kiosk or newsstand in front of the gambling stall to exchange for cash.

In this way, even if it is seized by the police, there is no way to find the funds.

The brand in Yinglang's hand is similar in nature to a ballpoint pen. The difference is that this thing is much higher grade than a ballpoint pen, and it contains a chip that can be connected to read Yinglang's betting information.

"Yo, is there really a bet on Wang Yong? or 100 million!" At this time, several bettors leaned their heads and whispered.

"It's probably Wang Yong's family and friend group, tsk, take out so much money to support Wang Yong, this is also true love, right?"

"Hey, why doesn't anyone really love me? It's a pity that Wang Yong is dead, no matter how much he loves, it's useless!"

The sound of several guests discussing reached the ears of Wang Yong and others, making Wang Yong unable to help but show a trace of embarrassment.

I love Nima so much!

It is worthy of the Oriental country, and the three sentences do not leave the bank.

Yinglang didn't care, and was happily calculating the amount of money he could get.

"50 million guest wins, multiplied by 8.5, that's more than 400 million! 50 million survival, multiplied by 10, 500 million. Even if the Oriental currency is not worth much, it is still a lot of money. Master, let's three or seven, you seven and I three!" Ying Lang waved his hand and said.

One billion Oriental coins is more than 60 million Chinese coins. Give Wang Yong seventy percent, more than 40 million.

gave away so much money at once, but Yinglang didn't even blink his eyes.

Even Wang Yong secretly praised this apprentice's atmosphere, he must be a Meng Weijun-style character in troubled times, and he can pull up a hero.

However, taking the fantasy money to give it away is inevitably too unreliable, right?

"What, Master, too little?" Ying Lang asked when he saw that Wang Yong's expression was wrong.

Wang Yong coughed dryly and said, "I don't have any need for money, if you really win, you can just take it yourself." Let's go, go meet Yoshio Funakoshi, I still have something to look for him. ”

After speaking, Wang Yong took the lead out of the gambling stall.

Yinglang followed behind him and said to himself: "Master is Master, 700 million say don't want it." I accidentally said bald lips just now, but I felt distressed for a while!"

"......" Wang Yong almost couldn't help but turn around and throw Yinglang out.

The three or seven points that the emotional girl said are said to be bald!

K1 Fight Gym Players' Lounge.

Wang Yong, under the guidance of the staff, came to his room.

And the opposite door is Yoshio Funakoshi's room.

There was silence inside, as if Yoshio Funakoshi hadn't come at all. But Wang Yong could feel a deep coercion emitting from it, as if there was a peerless beast sitting in the room, waiting for the people who entered the room to devour it.

Knock knock, Wang Yongjing walked to the door of Funakoshi Yoshio's room and knocked on the door.

"Who?" said Yoshio Funakoshi's voice.

The voice was not high, it was very soft, but it made people want to listen carefully to what he was saying.

"Me. Wang Yong replied.

There was silence in the room for a while, and then the door creaked open, and a man in a black karate robe appeared in the doorway.

"What's the matter?," Yoshio Funakoshi looked at Wang Yong, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Looking through the gap, you can see that there are six spiritual seats on the table in the room.

No need to ask, it must be six people including Yoshima Funakoshi and Fujita.

The deep coercion that Wang Yong felt just now should have been exuded when Yoshio Funakoshi mourned the six people.

Seeing Wang Yong looking at the spiritual position, the fierce light in Yoshio Funakoshi's eyes became more and more violent, and he had the idea of killing people now.

Forget about Fujita and the others, one report and one report, Yoshio Funakoshi was kind to them at the beginning, and now they are dying for Yoshio Funakoshi, and they are even.

But Yoshima Funakoshi is Yoshio Funakoshi's only surviving relative in this world.

He has no children and no daughters, only such a younger brother.

Unexpectedly, the first "surprise" I received after leaving the customs was the news of my brother's death.

Wang Yong's eyes turned, and his emotions calmed down: "A martial artist can die on the road of searching, which can be regarded as a kind of fulfillment." It's better than him dying on the turbulent mercenary battlefield, right? You know, the cruelty of the mercenary battlefield is beyond imagination, and once you die, it's hard to leave a whole corpse behind!"

Yoshio Funakoshi's eyes tightened, and he said coldly, "You mean I still have to thank you?"

"Be polite, don't take it to heart. ”

"......" Yoshio Funakoshi's killing intent became more and more intense.

"Don't look at me like that, it's not about thanking someone else for the way they should be. Wang Yong smiled slightly and said.

Then, without waiting for Yoshio Funakoshi to get angry, he immediately said: "There is time to resolve the grievances between us. But before that, I want to play some jackpot with you. ”

"What do you mean?" asked Yoshio Funakoshi, frowning.

"You once took a furnace from Honganji, didn't you?"

"Who told you that?" said Yoshio Funakoshi's expression changed and he became wary.

Obviously, this was a secret in his heart, and he didn't expect Wang Yong to know this secret.

"You don't have to worry about that, you just have to answer if you want to take out that thing as a lottery head. In addition, let me tell you, I also have half of the furnace in my hand, and you should be able to make a complete furnace with yours. Wang Yong said.

"You too?" Funakoshi Yoshio was startled at first, and then suddenly realized. "If you defeat Jin Jilong, you must have taken his half of the furnace ding. The news that the other half is in my hands is probably also told to you by Kim Ki-ryong's old thing, right?"

Wang Yong didn't answer, it was a tacit acquiescence.

Anyway, Wang Yong doesn't mind letting Kim Ki-ryong take the blame.

"You're a little late, though. Yoshio Funakoshi suddenly laughed weirdly.

"Huh?" Wang Yong didn't understand.

When he wanted to ask, Yoshio Funakoshi changed the subject.

"Okay! I promise you! Whoever wins, whoever wins will get the other half of the furnace in the other party's hand!" Funakoshi Yoshio agreed.

It's just that the light in his eyes flashes, and he doesn't know what he has in mind.

After saying this, Yoshio Funakoshi's gaze crossed Wang Yong and landed in the lounge where Wang Yong was.

"I didn't expect you to be there. Nice, nice!"

Yoshio Funakoshi said as he turned around and slammed the door shut.

In the room on the other side, the Rakshasa was a little restless, as if she had done something to shame Yoshio Funakoshi.

Until Wang Yong turned around and walked back to the room, the Rakshasa Woman's emotions still could not be alleviated.

Wang Yong glanced at the Rakshasa Girl and said lightly: "You were affected by his fist intent. In fact, you don't have anything to be sorry for him in this matter, and the furnace that he took away didn't belong to him in the first place, but to Honganji. Strictly speaking, it does not even belong to Honganji Temple, but was stolen from China by Oriental monks. A mistake on top of a mistake, is it just because he instructed you a boxing technique, do you have to bear the guilt and anxiety for him?"

"Huh?" the Rakshasa woke up suddenly, and then broke out in a cold sweat.

She didn't expect that Yoshio Funakoshi's fist spirit was so clever now, and just one sentence actually planted a demon seed in her heart. It almost left her in a lifetime of guilt.

Carrying this emotion, the Rakshasa Woman's future martial arts path will inevitably be affected.

Yoshio Funakoshi's revenge was like the sect he founded, trickling like water, ruthless and silent.

In a VIP room not far from Wang Yong's lounge, a distinguished guest had just been ushered in at this time.

Chiba Masashi.

This master of Oriental Chinese Studies named by Wang Yong to challenge also came to the competition site.

Chiba Maki sat on the sofa, accompanied by officials from the Toyo Sports Hall opposite.

Next to Chiba Mako, a disciple stood.

But it was Yamashita Zhi who was defeated by Wang Yong in "The Sword of National Studies".

"Master Chiba, I invite you to come this time, firstly, to make a notarization, and secondly, in case Yoshio Funakoshi is defeated, and in the end, you will come to save the face of our Oriental nation. The official of the Sports Department said respectfully.

He can't be disrespectful, Chiba Masa's influence in the East is too great, and now there are eleven disciples of him in the government cabinet alone.

Many things don't need to be opened by Chiba Maki at all, and his disciples will help him do it.

A teacher who is full of peach and plum is so terrible, he may not have power himself, but he has a group of students who are among the best in the industry.

A casual word can be a golden rule for students and have an unexpected impact.

Chiba Masa's hair was gray, but his spirit was very strong. Especially a pair of eyes, not like the turbidity of ordinary old people, but with a cold pool of clear and deep.

This is a manifestation of a book that can only be experienced when you read it to a certain level.

The gaze of the warrior is like electricity, and it is even more powerful.

"I'm a literati and don't know martial arts, so what can I do to help? I am afraid that I will not be able to recover much of the face lost in martial arts? Chiba Maki said lightly.