"How can there be a picture of me here?"

Gong Yu didn't say anything, walked to the corner of the wall in full view of everyone, tore off the advertising paper, and walked back to Li Shujie again.

It was only a short stretch of road, and there were a lot of people on the street again, and they all turned their eyes on it.

I don't know if it's Li Shujie's delusion.

He felt that they were like fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

Gong Yu handed the advertising paper to Li Shujie.

Li Shujie picked it up and breathed sluggishly.

Printed on the advertising paper is a photo he took at the lottery center.

This photograph was taken at the request of the staff at the time, and has been preserved as historical evidence and will be released as a press release.

It's just that before the newspaper has published this photo, it has already appeared on the wall of Fallen Street.

But what scares Li Shujie is not this photo, but the words on the photo.

[100,000 Winners, Mobile Treasury]

The corners of Li Shujie's mouth twitched, his breathing was short, cold sweat broke out, and his eyes stared at these eight words, so frightened that he didn't dare to move away.

He could clearly feel the murderous gaze coming from all directions, as if it was going to eat him alive.

No wonder he felt that these people looked at him so hotly, it turned out that they were treating him as a "public treasury".

Aren't they now equal to sheep in the mouth of the tiger?

Li Shujie thought, quickly grabbed Gong Yu's wrist and turned around to leave Fallen Street.

However, as soon as they turned around, someone quickly surrounded them and blocked their back road.

More than a dozen thugs stepped forward step by step with knives and sticks, their greedy eyes scanning back and forth on the three of Gong Yu, and finally fixed their eyes on the cloth bag in Gong Yu's hand.

The bag is emblazoned with the bank's logo.

The money should be in there.

Li Shujie was so frightened that he retreated step by step, and the hands that grabbed Gong Yu and Bai Ying trembled even more disobediently.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of ......"

He muttered in fear, not only to comfort Gong Yu and Bai Ying, but also to give himself courage.

Compared with Li Shujie's flusteredness, Gong Yu and Bai Ying were a little too unusual.

Under the pressure of the gangsters step by step, the three of them soon entered the depths of the fallen street, and there were more and more onlookers.

Someone joined the persecution.

Someone stood from a distance and watched.

Someone set up a gamble......

No one stood up to help.

Eventually, the trio were forced into an open-air platform on Fallen Street.

The platform is rounded, the black dirt floor appears pitted, and the corners are occasionally weeds stubbornly alive.

There is a stone brick staircase around the circle as a viewing area, and there is a high platform in front of it, and there is a stone table on top of the high platform, and many people gather in front of the stone table and shout:

"I'm betting to break a leg."

"I'm betting on my life."

"I'll buy the youngest boy to go home and warm the bed."

There are many people who bet, the gambling amount is not limited, and the content of the bet is even more strange.

All you want is a stimulus.

The picture is a happy one.

This is the famous gladiatorial arena of Fallen Street.

Those who enter, life or death.

Li Shujie listened to the noise of betting in his ears, and looked at the scorching heat of the onlookers in his eyes, and he was already panicked in his heart.

Eventually, they found themselves in a dangerous situation.

"Xiao Yu, I'm sorry, I blame me for not being good, and let these people know about winning the lottery. If I had known that you could win such a big prize and get so much money, I should have kept myself tight, so that people would not recognize me before claiming the prize. I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"