I can't bear the child and can't catch the wolf!

In order to find a chance to trap Kun Yuxi, do you need to pay such a big price?

"$100 million...... Then we have to discuss it separately, do you mind?" Wu Jie asked with a smile.

Kun Yuxi shrugged: "It doesn't matter! But you have to hurry, the game is about to start!"

Wu Jie nodded slightly, gave Tang Xiao a look, and the two immediately got up and went to the side of the football field.

Everyone gathered in the hall to watch the game, and the football field was empty, just in time for discussion.

"I didn't expect the famous drug lord Kun Yuxi to still be a fan of Fa Ge! It's just an insult to my idol!"

Wu Jie turned his back to Kun Yuxi and the others, took out a cigarette and lit it, and took a hard puff.

After Tang Xiao turned his head and glanced at it, he turned around with a somewhat unhappy expression.

"People are seeing it, I also believe in Uncle Fang, he is Kun Yuxi, he won't be a stand-in!

Wu Jie muttered: "His four bodyguards must have guns on them, and they are too dedicated to their duties!"

Tang Xiao nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Fang came forward as an intermediary, and they are all strictly vigilant against the two of us, if there is a slight move, they will definitely pull out their guns soon!"

"We can't afford to lose our lives in order to kill him! It seems that tonight will not work, we can only find another opportunity, but this game is ...... Are we really going to bet with him?"

Wu Jie was also worried.

Nima!

100 million dollars!

Ordinary people can't earn that much money in ten lifetimes.

But for the big drug lord Kun Daoxi, the profits from drug trafficking are extremely terrifying.

He earns 100 million US dollars, which is estimated to be about the same as the average person earning 10,000 yuan.

So, he didn't take money too seriously.

What's more, football games are full of variables, and no one has the ability to predict the future, that is, to fight luck!

"It's distressing! 100 million US dollars is enough to buy dozens of houses in Tianyuan, or build several kilometers of highways!"

Tang Xiao gritted his teeth and said: "There is no turning back when you open the bow! If you don't bet with him tonight, it will be difficult to ask him out in the future!"

"If you feel sorry for the money, I'll pay for this 100 million dollars!"

Wu Jie rolled his eyes.

"Look what you're talking about? You're my woman, how can you pay for this kind of thing?"

Taking a hard puff of his cigarette, Wu Jie threw down the cigarette butt and stepped on it hard.

"Life and death are downbeat, if you don't accept it, you will do it, and you will gamble!"

Pulling Tang Xiao, Wu Jie returned to his original position.

As soon as he sat down, Kun Yixi handed over a pen and paper.

He drew a line in the middle, and three scores were already written on the left.

One-to-zero, two-to-zero, three-to-one.

Kun Yuxi's Chinese is good, he speaks fluently, and his handwriting is neat.

But as soon as Wu Jie saw this note, he was unhappy.

"Isn't it? In evenly matched games, these small scores are the most probable!"

"You guessed everything, so what do I guess?"

Kun Yuxi smiled: "But I've already written, so why don't you guess two more and make our win rate almost equal?"

Fang Guizhi was a little embarrassed.

Tang Xiao snorted coldly.

"Is your math taught by the physical education teacher?" Wu Jie asked coldly: "The score with the most probability has already been asked for you to guess, even if you let me guess ten more, what's the point?"

Kun Yuxi sneered: "No, right! You can still guess small scores like 2 to 1 or 3 to 2! You can even guess a draw, 0 to 0 or 1 to 1 or something like that, I also admit it!"

Kun Yuxi's smiling and moaning appearance is full of the arrogant posture of a victor.

He spent all day researching behind closed doors, and he also consulted with analysts from many international lottery companies.

The three scores given are all with a great chance of winning.

At this time.

With the referee's whistle, the game officially began.

Kun Yuxi asked impatiently:

"I'll give you a minute, if you want to play, hurry up and fill in the five scores, otherwise, don't delay everyone's good time!"

"Okay!

Tang Xiao took the paper and pen from Wu Jie's hand, and wrote three scores in a hurry.

Two to one, three to two, four to two.

"There are two more, you can write!" Tang Xiao took the pen to Wu Jie.

Damn!

How is this written?

That's a billion dollars!

At this moment, Wu Jie would rather spend energy points than exchange for the skill of 'Predicting the Future'.

It's a pity......

The system simply does not have.

Then brother, let's take a good gamble with this big drug lord Kun Yuxi......

But......

Guess what's the score?

Wu Jie looked at the big screen, the game had just begun, and the fighting nation was really crazy!

Amid the cheers and shouts of tens of thousands of spectators, they frantically attacked the Sha-T team.

Such an important game, even their president came to watch the game.

If you can't win the fight, is it the rhythm of collective shooting?

"Football is bought in reverse, and the villa is by the sea!"

In my mind, the advice of an old gambler involuntarily came to mind.

I thought of the narrator again, and it seems to have been mentioned.

Although Shat is very strong among Asian teams, it seems to be on par with Russia's strength.

But over the years, Russia has had a lot of players who play for top European clubs and are very strong.

Other than that.

In the World Cup, the Shat-Te team suffered many big scores.

Lost to France 0-4 in '98 and was beaten by the German tank in '02......

Even if you have strength, you may not be able to break the spell!

This World Cup, maybe it will be blown up again!

"Paralysis! Give it a go, turn your bike into a motorcycle!"

Wu Jie quickly waved his pen and wrote down the two scores.

Tang Xiao looked at it, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and his beautiful eyes were round.

I feel that this 100 million US dollars, I'm afraid I'm going to go down the drain!

And Fang Guizhi took it and took a look, and he was secretly speechless.

As for Kun Yuxi......

"Tsk, Mr. Wu, you are very bold! You dare to write these two unpopular scores, do you want to give me 100 million US dollars as a meeting gift?"

Wu Jie sneered: "Who said it was a meeting gift? This football is round, and there may be anything on the playing field!"

Kun Yuxi smiled and took the note to Fang Guizhi.

"Old Fang, you should be a witness today, and see how I avenge Heintle!"

As soon as the conversation changed, Kun Yuxi smiled:

"Hey, you two have your back to the projection screen, it's too bad to look at the ball!"

"Come on, let's move an extra table and put it together, so that we can both enjoy the game!"

Kun Yuxi gave this order.

The bodyguards remained conscientious and did not move without trespassing.

It was the waiters in the hall who brought tables and chairs to put together, and put a lot of melons, fruits, snacks and food and wine.

It's just that Kun Yuxi can't eat it.

After switching positions, Tang Xiao sat on Wu Jie's left side, and Wu Jie's right side was nearly two meters away, which was Kun Yuxi.

On the right-hand side of this guy, sat Fang Guizhi.

On both sides of the body, there were two bodyguards standing all the time.

Wu Jie was relatively close to Kun Yuxi, and one of them was faintly leaning up.

At any time, it can be like a meat shield to block Wu Jie and Kun Yu Xige to prevent Wu Jie from plotting against him.

Gee!

Du Te is a gambling friend at the table, and he is still so relieved.

Wu Jie really admired Kun Yuxi's bodyguard in his heart, he was too dedicated and did not neglect his duties at all.

Tang Xiao sat next to Wu Jie, glanced at it, and muttered in a low voice:

"Concentrate on the game!"

Wu Jie nodded slightly and looked at the large projection screen.

The game has been going on for a few minutes, and the Russian team, wearing red jerseys, is almost besieging the Sha-T team.

After all, the host, just opened, in the cheers and shouts of tens of thousands of people, can it not be as excited as a chicken blood?

Suddenly!

A delicate diagonal long pass, the ball draws a wonderful arc.

The player who inserted at high speed was outflanked in place, and with a beautiful headbutt, the football fell into the net.

Moment!

The atmosphere exploded!

And in the hall, I also remembered the cheers and shouts of many people.

Wu Jie noticed that there was no movement in the middle of those few Middle Eastern tyrants with beards and white turbans.

As if immobilized by a spell, they sat motionless.

Estimate...... I was stunned!

Just 11 minutes into the game, he was dipped in by the opponent.

And the scene has been ugly, completely pressed to the ground and rubbed.

If it goes on like this, how can it be fought?

These Middle Eastern tyrants, but bet on hundreds of millions of Sha-special teams to win!

It's just begun, and you're going to lose everything?

......

Compared with.

Kun Yuxi was much more excited, stood up, raised his arms and shouted, as if he had won 100 million.

"It's 1-0! Russia is definitely going to win!"

"Mr. Tang and Mr. Wu, I am afraid that I have already got 10 million of your 100 million US dollars!"

"But don't be too nervous, maybe a miracle happens?"

Wu Jie glanced at the triumphant Kun Yuxi, too lazy to speak.

It's not like the Sha-T team hasn't been bloodbathed, and even if this game is blown up, it's not a miracle.

What's more, isn't it 100 million dollars?

Brother can still afford to lose!

Who will have the last laugh, not necessarily!