The moment he saw the flames, Xu Qingyun's eyes immediately turned to the place where Leon was hiding, but he couldn't see anything except the empty space.

"It's pretty fast!"

With a sigh of emotion, Xu Qingyun turned his gaze back and looked at these rich people, revealing a rather "kind" smile

"So, let's start the game!"

As the words fell, a group of rebels walked in and handed them pieces of paper.

"Everyone, you must think carefully about who to choose, after all, this is a matter of life and death for all of you~"

"By the way, the list of people you selected will be made public, and those who died will know how they died."

Xu Qingyun said this, to say that these rich people don't understand, it's impossible, they are now wealthy, how many people have been killed by them and have no place to bury, and they have seen a lot of various tricks.

If they really said what kind of conspiracy Xu Qingyun used to be clever, they would definitely be able to see it at a glance and then dodge it lightly, but this strategy was a real conspiracy.

There is no strategy more terrible than Yang Mou, if you can't guess it, you have to die, if you guess it, you have to die, this is the terrible thing about Yang Mou, but just like the single knife of slam dunk and football, Yang Mou is also the most difficult one to use in strategy.

Xu Qingyun's move is said to be fair, but in fact, there is no such thing as fairness at all.

If the person they choose gets more votes and dies, it's okay to die, but if they get fewer votes and don't die, then there will be a person who chooses themselves in the next game, which invisibly increases the probability of getting votes, that is, increasing the chance of death.

But if you want to say that he is poisonous? It doesn't seem to be so poisonous, at least, the rich people who should have all died can finally survive a few people, and everyone thinks in their hearts that those who can survive must have themselves~

The best way to catch the wolf and kill it for real is to give it something to eat every day, but not to feed it.

Let it hold hope, become emaciated a little bit, lose the power to resist a little bit, and finally life and death are in your hands, this is the tactic, commonly known as "boiling the frog in warm water".

When those rich people feel that they have hope for survival, all they think about is how to survive and seize this glimmer of hope, so they have all kinds of wonderful games on this glimmer of hope.

Leon, who was watching the situation in the bar from a distance, almost couldn't help but applaud when he saw their endless methods, and the various moves these people used to keep him alive were breathtaking.

Leon lives in a simple Extreme Stream Gym, and in his previous life, he has been locked up at home, how can he have seen so many tricks. Even Sakazaki Yuri's yin trick of shouting the name after making a move, compared to these people, it is simply too simple, as simple as a drop of water.

Xu Qingyun in the room looked at the game of this group of people, his eyes suddenly lit up, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered softly

"Got you!"

Leon was already far away, and it was already the limit to be able to see and hear the game in the bar, but this was because he had the improvement of his five senses, otherwise even if Kusanagi Soji came, he wouldn't be able to hear what these people were doing.

Being able to see and hear is the limit, and it is like hearing Xu Qingyun's muttering, it is unlikely. Moreover, at this time, Leon was amazed by the tremendous ability of these rich people to burst out in the face of death, and all that was left in his mind was "! "Two words, how can there be any ability to think.

Time passed by bit by bit, these rich people were playing while writing their names on their papers, and soon, the first round of the game was over, and the results of various coercion and temptation appeared, and soon, after the statistics ended, the faces of the ten richest people with the most votes turned pale.

They won for a lifetime, and they lost this time.

Most of them are self-made, stepping on the corpses of all kinds of characters, including the old king next door, including the really kind rich people who adopted them, including all kinds of demonic opponents, including all kinds of tragic protagonists who have no place to redress.

They have really won all their lives, they will use all kinds of means to defeat their opponents, and they know how to save themselves in various extreme situations.

Lost this time, lost for a lifetime. Life is like a race car, every turn is unique, and they can't meet a second time in a lifetime, and they can't turn well in this corner, so they fall off a cliff.

It's as simple as that, and it's so cold.

While the rich people on the side who were not selected breathed a sigh of relief, they also looked at the ten people who were about to be executed with gloating expressions.

Their greatest pleasure in life is to see how others die tragically, the more tragic the better, which gives them an adrenaline rush and can make them feel the most obsessive excitement.

But unlike them, the ten chosen rich men felt for the first time the pain of the persecuted and the horror of death.

They didn't dare to resist, but they wanted to, so one by one they looked at the rest of the gloating rich people.

It's not that they don't have a chance of surviving, and there is still a very slim one. People who fall into the water will always try their best to grasp the straw that saves their lives, even if the straw is a blade, even if they will bleed more than once they grasp it, and even if they may break all their fingers, they will not let go, if they can live, what is a little gambling?

"Ahh

I don't know if it was the rich man who shouted, and these "chosen" rich people turned into Shura and rushed towards those rich people who gloated.

As long as those rich people die, they and others will survive!

In the moment of life and death, they seemed to have an epiphany of the true meaning of martial arts, and one by one they turned into kung fu masters and rushed towards the enemies they were usually unwilling to fight.

And then~

They lost, they lost heroically, and everyone died on the way to the charge.

There are only ten people, and they have been driven to a desperate situation, how can they stand up to these twenty-seven butchers who are indifferently watching the show and waiting for the rabbit.

They had already lost from the beginning of the draft, and it was ridiculous that they thought they still had a chance to live until the end.

Watching these people die under the blades of their original teammates with cold eyes, Xu Qingyun shook his head, and couldn't help but applaud and said

"I didn't expect you to be masters, you are really unseemly, amazing~"

"In that case, everyone, let's proceed to the next round of ballots!"

When these rich men heard this voice, they all woke up as if they had heard the sound of a spirit, and they all woke up, and the battle just now made them lose themselves, thinking of themselves as victors, completely forgetting that their lives were still in the hands of others.

Xu Qingyun's words were quite flat, and there was a deep indifference in the originally reassuring voice, although it was not like Sanjiu ice, but it was also like cold water on the head, which made people suddenly excited.

"Bang la la la~"

After the first round of the game, everyone also found some problems, that is, no one is willing to accept death, and they will eventually resist, and if they resist, they will not dare to resist the completely invincible rebels, and the ultimate goal will definitely be the people who will survive.

Since the chosen ones will definitely resist, why not choose some of the weaker ones? Doesn't this guarantee your chances of survival?

They rely on thugs and bodyguards to run rampant in the countryside on weekdays, and who knows who is powerful and who is weak~

But in this way, isn't there a lot to be done? I don't know others, and others don't know myself?

So this group of rich people started a new round of games, one by one using various arguments to exaggerate themselves, nine falsehoods and one reality, seven falsehoods and three realities, just like that, the twenty-seven people present seemed to have become the existence of imperial generals.

They all know that other people are lying, and they are lying, and all they need is to find that little bit of truth from this lot of lies, and rely on that little bit of truth to find the goal they want to choose.

Xu Qingyun didn't stop them from bragging, nor did he rush to let them choose, but sat up on the stool next to him and quietly watched them pretending to be forced~

Compared to him, Leon is much more powerful, although these rich people brag and don't make drafts, but many of their ideas are quite strange, and they can be used as ideas for martial arts. He even felt that these rich men with big brains knew the true meaning of martial arts better than martial artists.

It's incredible~

There are no tricks to win, Leon used to know this thing when he watched TV series, but since he came into contact with martial arts, those who thought they had no tricks have been beaten down, and they really want to fight, and the hard power of the two sides seems to be, and it depends on whose thinking is more whimsical, more effective and practical.

But after listening to these rich people's bragging, Leon suddenly felt that it was not impossible to win without a move, but his realm was too low, and it was not enough!

⊙ω⊙

It's terrible, it's terrible, these rich people are all talents, as long as they are given a chance, what can they do if they want to?

It seems that if you want to survive in the empire, it is not enough to be ruthless, you must also have a superhuman IQ!

If the times create heroes, then these rich people are those "heroes", but what they do is shameful~

“pia！”

Seeing that the rich people were almost all filled, Xu Qingyun snapped his fingers and said

"Put it in again, the second vote count begins~"

On the side, where no one could see, Bloodless looked at those rich people coldly and said

"One by one, they can really blow, Qingyun, why don't you kill them immediately, clean and neat, wouldn't it be refreshing?"

Xu Qingyun shook his head, the expression on his face was full of confidence, and said

"Don't worry, Estes can't come back, besides~"

As he spoke, his eyes glancing vaguely at where Leon was hiding

"I also want to entertain my friends from afar with a wonderful performance."

Bloodless is ruthless, like the ruthlessness of a killer, so he kills decisively, and there is no other pleasure in being a man, the only pleasure is to kill.

So he couldn't understand Xu Qingyun's thoughts, but he knew that Xu Qingyun would not be wrong, since he contacted Xu Qingyun until now, he had never seen him make a mistake, although many of his things seemed to give the opponent a chance, but often it just forced the opponent into an abyss that could not be turned over.

It is also because of this that the person Wu Xuehong admires the most is Xu Qingyun, who never refutes what he said.

Because Xu Qingyun is definitely right, anyone who refutes him will eventually be proven stupid, and Wuxuehong doesn't want to prove that he is stupid~

"It looks like the results are in."

Seeing the list on the results, it is very in line with his guess, in the case of not knowing the strength of the other party at all, except for some who are considered weaker, many of the selected people chose others in the last game, and in the end they were not able to be buried~

Revenge, seek good fortune and avoid evil.

These tycoons interpreted these methods to the extreme, and presented Xu Qingyun with quite a wonderful performance. It also made him feel extra fulfilled and perfect today.

The faces of the ten chosen men turned pale, no longer as pale as the previous ten, because they felt like they had found a way to live.

As early as the first time the dying people resisted, they calmed down a little, no longer inflated their self-confidence, thinking that they could always not be chosen, so they had already thought of various ways to deal with it in their hearts.

So, even if they feel that they were chosen unexpectedly, they have a way to deal with it.

These ten people rushed towards the other rich people, just like the ten people in the previous batch, but this time it may be a little different.

When the blades of the seventeen surviving people were about to swing over, the chosen ones began to come up with a variety of tricks, some raised the table to resist, and some picked up the weapons on the ground and threw them at the opponent~

They come up with all sorts of bells and whistles, but the end result is the same, and that is that their struggles are useless, because what they can think of, the rest of the rich people also think of.

Facts tell them that strong people are always strong, and the moment they are chosen speaks of them not being "strong" enough.

In the entire border city, all the "strong people" were screened layer by layer, and in the end, only seventeen people remained~

At this time, the situation suddenly became confusing, according to the rules, ten people were to be selected, but if ten people resisted, the seven people who were not selected became weak, and they were no longer able to crush each other with numbers as before.

In this case, is it lucky or unfortunate to be chosen?

The rich people couldn't help but glance at Xu Qingyun, but what they saw was the same unfathomable expression as ever, and they didn't know what he was thinking~

At this time, Xu Qingyun spoke

"Everyone, after seeing so much resistance before, to be honest, I was surprised~"

That being said, everyone didn't see the slightest hint of surprise in his eyes, and of course, these rich people don't care about this kind of thing, they only care about how they survive now.

"In this way, for the sake of fairness, the ten people who were selected in the end and the seven who were not selected fought to the death, but the ten people who were selected were empty-handed, and those who were not selected could receive some weapons in our troops."

"Well, fair, right?"

Fair, of course fair, the chosen person has no chance to live, according to Xu Qingyun's rules of the game, these ten people are bound to die, but he doesn't want to end like this, he still wants to have fun.

So he wants to give justice to the losers, just as these rich people give justice to those who once fell at their feet.

For those who have never practiced, whether there is a weapon or not is a completely different state, and both lethality and self-confidence will be greatly enhanced.

Therefore, even if seven people fight ten in the end, the chances of winning are very high.

And those ten people need to fight hard to win, this is fairness, and living to die itself requires greater effort!

At this time, Leon sighed no longer how powerful these rich people were, but this reincarnation, Xu Qingyun.

When it comes to force, he is certainly not the most powerful Leon has ever seen, but when it comes to the degree of formidability, no one can match it.

"This person is so terrible!"

Infinite from The King of Fighters

Unlimited from The King of Fighters 2012