"I'm cǎo, what kind of plane are you doing!"

"This little Lori is the challenger?"

"What the hell is it, host, you're a fart!"

“……！”

After a few seconds of silence, the audience began to be restless again, only this time the spearhead was aimed at the staff.

Seeing that the people below were scolding themselves, the staff raised their hands to wipe the beads of sweat off their foreheads, and then said as usual:

"There is no doubt that she is the challenger in this fight. So now as before, please hurry up and bet.

Is it a bet on Mr. Chen Zhihao over there to win, or is it a small ...... here? Little Lady Attendant. ”

Chen Zhihao's face was gloomy, and the hand that had been in his pocket was clutching the dagger, he did not rejoice at all because of the little follower's appearance, and he did not relax his vigilance because of the harmless appearance of the little follower. Because he knew very well in his heart that anyone who could return to the camp alive would not have a fuel-efficient lamp if one was counted as one.

Not to mention knowing that he has already won a game, he still has to come to the stage to challenge.

"This man...... What the hell is going on? ”

Chen Zhihao's heart inexplicably began to rise up and down, you must know that he is a top killer in reality, no matter how big the assassination is in the past five years, he has never failed.

The victory stemmed from his superior strength and natural sensitivity to danger, and right now, the little girl standing across from him gave him a sense of extreme danger.

And this feeling also made him dare not take it lightly, thinking that the other party might be like him, a carefully cultivated killer.

"Come on, little follower!"

"Winning !!"

In the noisy discussion of the audience, Bai Yimei, Wang Yiyi, and Li Sixuan opened their voices and cheered loudly for the little followers.

Hearing the cheering of the three girls, the little follower immediately responded with a smile. And clenched his fists and made a winning gesture.

Seeing that the situation was almost over, the staff stopped being verbose and waved their hands directly to signal the official start of the fight.

With the start of the fight, the little follower still faced the audience with a sweet smile, while Chen Zhihao stood on the other side of the stage with a more and more gloomy face, wanting to strike first and win quickly, but he was afraid that the little follower was playing the same routine as him before, so he didn't make a move.

The two of them held each other on stage for nearly five minutes.

The two of them were patient enough to wait for this, and the staff was patient enough to wait. But the audience couldn't wait any longer, and once again launched their language offensive:

"Can you fight yet, you're still a man, either go over, or jump off the stage and kill you bastard!"

"Hurry up and do it, what's the matter, when you see little Lori, it's soft?"

"Host, are you a penman? Let's get them started! ”

“……”

"What does it have to do with me, it's them who fight, and it's not me who fights." The staff explained to the audience very depressed, apparently he was also shot while lying down. Cursing and scolding, he took him inside again.

On the stage, the staff was scolded, Chen Zhihao was also scolded, and the little follower was like no one, and no one scolded her. No one blamed her for anything, but there were many people who persuaded the little followers to admit defeat.

"Hurry up and get started, okay? At least move around anyway! It's hard for me to stare at me like this, so I beg you. Just make a move. ”

Chen Zhihao and his little followers were still unmoved, which also made the audience angry again:

"Host, are you a bad pen, why don't they fight yet!"

"Host, why don't you speak, are you dumb?"

"Host, get off the stage, ......!"

The staff stood on the stage with a black face, completely helpless.

"I'm just a host, what does TM have to do with me......

Offstage, Wang Yiyi and Bai Yimei also didn't understand the situation, and they didn't know what the little follower was waiting for, so they could directly remove Chen Zhihao from the stage. However, thinking that the little follower might be afraid that his strength would be too strong, and no one would dare to challenge him in the follow-up, they were relieved.

The longer he stood on the stage, the more bottomless Chen Zhihao's heart became, and the cold sweat of the bean was falling from his forehead one by one, falling on the stage, and being torn apart.

Finally, Chen Zhihao could no longer bear this kind of depression from danger, he kicked his feet suddenly, his body was like an arrow from Xuan, and he had come to the front of the little follower almost in a breath, and at this moment, the little follower was still facing the audience, and he didn't seem to be aware of Chen Zhihao's attack.

An arrow step came behind the little follower, and two Sen Ran daggers suddenly appeared in Chen Zhihao's hands, but this seemingly inevitable blow was forcibly taken back by Chen Zhihao, and he turned away from the little follower at this time.

Then, let everyone not understand:

"I throw in the towel!"

The audience suddenly fell into extreme astonishment.

Seeing Chen Zhihao admit defeat, the staff quickly came back to their senses after a short period of shock, and raised the arm of the little attendant and shouted:

"The winner is a little henchman!"

There is no doubt that all the audience at this time is cursing and cursing Chen Zhihao, because the vast majority of people changed their bets on Chen Zhihao to win after seeing the little follower, but now they have lost all their money.

After announcing the victory of the little follower, the staff asked the little follower:

"Do you want to continue in Challenge Mode?"

"Nope." The little henchman shook his head in refusal, then ignored the staff and jumped off the stage, which also symbolized the end of the fight.

When they came to the audience, Wang Yiyi and they immediately pulled the little follower aside, and asked puzzledly:

"Why did you give up on the challenge?"

"Because I can't transform on stage, I can't beat them even if I continue to stay on top." The little follower spread his hands helplessly, saying that he was lucky to win this game.

I just don't know if Chen Zhihao would be so depressed that he would vomit blood if he knew about it.

Although the little henchmen gave up the challenge, they also earned a lot of chips because of this victory. It didn't take long for Chen Cheng to go into battle until everyone had enough chips to win.

Although the 200-chip limit was more or less unpleasant, the trip to the casino was quite rewarding. Instead of losing money, everyone won 200 cost points.

After that, Xiao Mo took everyone to a massage parlor served by the escapees, and everyone comfortably came to the next major health care, so far, their pastime trip after their return this time can be regarded as over. (To be continued......)