I saw that the huge round stands were crowded with people waving lottery tickets and shouting wildly.

Many people have already lost red eyes in the lottery, and under the influence of alcohol, they have fallen into a state of madness, where they are frantically waving their fists and shouting hoarsely.

A row of huge spotlights hangs on the ceiling of the hall, illuminating the hall as if it were daylight.

In the center of the circular grandstand is a gladiatorial arena of more than 100 square meters surrounded by iron mesh, and on the two corners of the gladiatorial arena, there is a small door that allows people to enter and exit.

Next to the small door are several large iron cages, which hold dozens of strong, fierce-looking slave fighters.

Jack explained that those were slave fighters, not just in the gladiatorial arena, but also for those rich and powerful people in Night City, who would have some slave fighters at home to participate in some special competitions.

Don't look at the mighty appearance of these slave fighters, in fact, their lives are like mustard, their lives are in the hands of their masters, and the masters can trade and sell them freely.

Xingchen asked curiously, where did these slave fighters come from?

Jack said that most of the slave fighters were soldiers who were captured on various battlefields in the universe, or people who lost their freedom after the collapse of their country, and they were all the best elites of their own people.

Xingchen sighed, this is the tiger falling in Pingyang being bullied by dogs, without a strong country or nation as the backing, no matter how good an individual is, it is rootless.

The decoration of the grandstand opposite is more luxurious, the people there are well-dressed, and many people are surrounded by women with angry figures, thinking that it should be a VIP area.

There is a large window on the side of the VIP area, on which are written the four big characters of Jubao Money, and a few small words on the counter are pasted to exchange coins. Xingchen thought to himself that this money bank should also be the business of the black-clothed party, but it was a little too immoral, and those gamblers didn't lose all their pants under the madness.

Further down is a large bar where people are drinking or playing poker games.

On the wall to the left of the hall is a large hologram screen with the names of the top ten of the arena, and below are the names of the current players on the field and the odds compared.

At this time, in the gladiatorial arena in the middle of the stands, a Tek man wearing a slave electronic collar around his neck was jumping high, and one knee was pressed against the opponent's jaw, and his opponent's dwarf Wa tribe suddenly spurted out a blood line with a few teeth in his mouth, and threw it in the air, and then his body fell backwards, and he fell heavily to the ground. The victorious Tek showed off their strength on the field.

Tektronix warriors, warriors are invincible! Warriors are invincible!

Winning gamblers in the stands excitedly shouted the nicknames of the Teke people.

Some of the gamblers who lost money were frustrated, some were annoyed, and more were angry and threw the lottery tickets in their hands into the air, and for a while, the field was full of snowflakes.

Stinky dwarfs, thieves, bear bags, soft eggs, causing Lao Tzu to lose money, all kinds of cursing are endless. There was also a gambler with a red eye, holding a bottle of liquor in his hand, throwing his head up into his mouth, and then smashing the empty bottle into the gladiatorial arena.

Several nearby bodyguards who were watching the scene immediately ran over, punched and kicked the gambler unconscious, and then dragged him out, not knowing where to throw it.

As soon as the event ended, a few staff members came up in the arena and dragged the dwarf man who fell to the ground like a dead dog, and then several buckets of water were splashed on the arena, rinsing off the blood stains and those teeth, as if nothing had happened before.

The next game was nervously preparing, and several agents were shouting hysterically with a stack of betting tickets in their hands.

Come buy, come buy! Odds of 5 to 1! Tektron Warriors vs. Tower Hunters.

Place your bets, hurry up and place your bets! The odds of 5 to 1!

The Tektron Warriors, who have won five games in a row on the court, seem to have infinite strength in their bulging muscles. At this time, he clasped his hands on his shoulders and looked at the opponent opposite with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

If you don't buy it now, you'll regret it! Odds of 5 to 1! This is a great opportunity to turn the page! Several brokers were surrounded by a circle of people who had fallen into a frenzy with a large handful of bills in their hands.

The fighter on the opposite side was a young slave of the Tower Barbarians, his body was well-proportioned and coordinated, giving people an aesthetic of explosive strength, and in his long hair, the one eye that occasionally showed his forehead flashed with ruthlessness and indifference, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Xingchen suddenly saw a man with a turban on his head on the edge of the iron net, making a strange gesture to the Tek Warrior in the field, and the Tek Warrior's expression immediately changed, and then his expression became unnatural.

Seeing this scene, Xingchen suddenly had an idea in his heart, Xingchen glanced at Lan Xing'er and Jack, and then Xingchen walked to the window where the treasure money was written, took out a check from the Central Bank of the Orion Dynasty, and threw it to the staff in front of him.

The staff member casually glanced at the check in his hand, and the next moment he was stunned by the amount on it, 50,000? Or gold coins?

Xingchen said, please exchange it for me.

The staff member's breath suddenly became short, his hands and feet went limp, and his lips trembled and asked, Are you sure you really want to exchange them all?

Seeing Xingchen nodding, the staff stumbled and said, you, please wait, I, I, I'll go and ask the manager.

In less than five seconds, an obese pig man ran over panting with the support of the staff, and said in a loud voice, I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

After the fat manager got a positive answer from Xingchen, the staff of the money bank immediately became busy, first pushing a small cart, and then loading bags of gold coins into the cart.

These people guessed in their hearts, where did this come from, they are really rich, and they are 50,000 gold coins when they make a move, such a large amount is too rare.

Xingchen walked in front with his hands behind his back, and Lan Xing'er and Jack followed behind with a cart of gold coins. The people on the passage saw the momentum of the three of them, and they all automatically dodged the road.

Where did this golden turtle come from? actually used a car to push money to play gambling boxing, it was so much that his grandmother was rich.

The two came to a counter to exchange lottery tickets, and Xingchen said, 10,000 gold coins, buy Taman Hunter to win.

The two brokers behind the counter thought they misheard? What? Ten thousand gold coins? Or buy that novice tower barbarian hunter to win? It's a fool's errand. has pressed such a huge amount of money at once, this is money burning.

It doesn't matter if it loses or wins, the commission for this order is enough to live for the rest of his life, and the two agents are secretly happy in their hearts.