"Master, do you want to continue playing?"

Bru Serling lowered his voice, and instead of taking the chips directly, he asked.

"Continue to bet on the pilot of the black mecha, three million! Well, this time, bet on him to end the fight in ten minutes, and hopefully that guy will have such good luck. ”

Mu Qiu's voice was full of laziness, and he didn't seem to pay attention to the money that ordinary people couldn't earn in a few lifetimes, or rather, he was waiting for a pot to be served.

"Do you still bet on special bets?"

Bru Serin was surprised, the risk of winning or losing a special bet is much higher than betting alone, although Fang Cai Muqiu made the right bet, but it does not mean that he can always be so lucky.

"Huh? Do you need to say it a second time? ”

A scarlet flash flashed in Mu Qiu's eyes, and in an instant, Bru Cylin was like a lightning strike, his originally ruddy cheeks suddenly turned pale, and his body trembled faintly.

"Yes, master."

The old blood clan hurriedly gave an order, causing the leader of the underground boxing arena to look stunned, but he had to do it.

He knew who the next black mech division would face, and that was the champion of the previous month, and he was considered a first-class mech division in Europe.

It is almost impossible for such a character to be completely defeated in ten minutes, unless it is a real super armor master!

It's just that the mecha division at the level of the super armor division is completely a monster-level existence, how can he spend so much trouble for a million appearance fees.

"Hey, three million federal coins, are you going to be back in your pocket so soon!"

The short-haired middle-aged man sneered, took the chips and beckoned to the staff on the side, placing a bet for Mu Qiu.

However, Christina's person in charge is not stupid, and according to the performance of the black machine A, the gladiatorial arena quickly adjusted the odds of victory and defeat.

1∶12。

However, even if the black machine wins the first one, his odds are still very low.

None of the people here are stupid, they naturally know who will participate in the battle next, and the moment the silver mecha appears, the entire underground instantly boils.

Murderer! Murderer!

Murderer!

Countless people were shouting and screaming, clamoring to take out the Blackwater Mecha in ten moves.

In the huge square, only a few people stayed out of the matter, not infected by the fanatical atmosphere of the outside world, and focused on their own affairs.

"Interesting, such a strong mental fluctuation, a little monster!"

Mu Qiu found an empty seat and sat down, playing with a chip in his right hand, his black eyes swept over the special boxes at the very edge of the gladiatorial arena, and his gaze seemed to penetrate everything.

···

After the atmosphere, under the uproar of thousands of spectators, the black mecha fought with a broken arm and inserted the giant sword in his hand, which was two and a half meters long, directly into the cockpit of the silver mecha.

Blood seeped out from the cracks of the mecha, and no matter how thick the skin of the people inside was, they would definitely have become meat sauce at this moment, and they couldn't die anymore.

In box 2, a man with a fortune slapped the tempered glass table in front of him, and his pupils were glowing with coldness and disbelief.

"This... What's going on! Damn, isn't it just a second-rate mecha from South America? How could he possibly defeat 'Murderer' McKel!

Could it be that the driver of the silver wolf is not him? ”

In front of him, a man in a suit of fifty or sixty years old was covered with sweat on his forehead, and he stood resignedly, his face as white as gold paper.

"Boss, I, I don't know! Mike watched the game and agreed with me that he would kill the other man in two minutes, but, but..."

Trembling, the man in the suit didn't dare to continue, because he had already seen the killing intent in his boss's eyes.

50,000,000 federal coins!

Because he was sure that McKel the "murderer" had an agreement, he encouraged his boss to bet 50 million federal dollars on a special bet ratio.

If the killer keeps the agreement and kills the pilot of the black mecha within two minutes, according to the odds of 1:4, his boss will receive 200 million federal coins at one time.

"Humph, rubbish!"

The fat man was furious in his heart, and casually threw out the ashtray at hand.

With a bang, a bloody mouth was smashed out of the forehead of the man in the suit, and the red blood flowed down his forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it at all.

"Pol, give you one last chance to find out what the driver of Blackwater is coming from. Whatever you think, be sure to recruit him!

If you can't do this well, dig a pit and jump in! ”

The fat man took a puff of his cigar, and the man in the suit shivered with the stimulation of the cold voice.

"Yes, thank you boss, thank you boss! I'm going, I'm going! ”

Staggering, Pol withdrew from the box with his head down, and when he turned around, he couldn't help but snort and reached out to cover his forehead.

In the gladiatorial arena, after a short dead silence, the atmosphere exploded instantly, and the noise seemed to shatter the glass.

"Death! Death! Death! ”

McKel the Killer is one of the perennial champions of the Mecha Gladiatorial Tournament, and such a top hero was slaughtered by a small character on the first day of the stage, which made countless people crazy.

More than ninety percent of these wealthy murderers bet on it, and they wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to make a small profit, but they all lost it.

36,000,000 federal coins!

The supervisor in charge of betting was clenching his hands together, and the blue tendons on his forehead were jumping suddenly, and he seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet.

Just now, he was still mocking Mu Qiu for being too delusional, but now he only felt cold all over his body, and cold sweat broke out.

Such a large payout amount is equivalent to siphoned off half of the profits of the Colosseum at once.

Even though the big boss of the hotel allowed it, he still felt his scalp tingle and feel uneasy.

"Master, do you want to continue betting?"

Bru Selin's voice was also a little fluctuating, as if hinting at Mu Qiu's something.

Taking 36 million federal coins from the gladiatorial arena is nothing, but if you bet all of them and win, it will be at least hundreds of millions of federal coins.

That's what really offends people!

Christina's big boss is a top boss in Europe, much higher than him, the deacon of the Skull and Bones Society.

snatching food from his bowl will not be easy to bear.

"Huh? Then forget it, it's a pity, it's a hard opportunity to make money! ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Mu Qiu turned around and walked towards the exit, there was a death incident in the gladiatorial arena, coupled with the scrapping of a mecha of not a low grade, this competition is afraid that it will end without a problem.

Blue Cylin breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly motioned for his men to exchange the chips and follow.

However, just as a few people walked to the edge of the elevator entrance, a cold gaze fell on Bru Serin's body, and the biting chill made the hairs stand on end.

"Finally found you! Bru Ceryn, what kind of character have you fallen into, you have the ability to erase the blood slave mark set by your master, what a bold man! ”