On top of the gambling game, Ba Yu saw the boxer who came to the stage, and he was really undecided.

The first fighter to test was the average strength of his three fighters, and now he still has two fighters, one strong and one weak.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll bet this game with you!" ”

He put his strongest fighter on stage, "Four casinos!" ”

This is the only casino left in the hands of the Sequoia Club, which means that if Gao Jin loses this game, even if he still has a fighter, but there is no casino in hand, he can not recognize the next gambling game.

Both fighters went on stage.

Lin Mosheng looked at the punch for a while, and said to Gao Jin with a smile, "Brother Jin, you won this game." ”

Sure enough, as Lin Mosheng judged, the boxer on the Sequoia Club's side hit the opponent with an elbow blow at the cost of a serious injury to his left arm, and even preserved most of his strength.

But before Gao Jin could answer, the cheers of the audience came like a tide.

Because the fighters of the three Naga Guilds all killed their opponents, but they did not accept the cheers, with blood on their bodies, and their eyes looked at Gao Jin with empty eyes, like three dolls.

The four-armed Brahma with the three of them walked over with a smile on his face, and glanced at the remaining boxers next to Gao Jin, "It seems that you haven't finished gambling yet." ”

"When I was in the casino, I always heard that the gambling god must win every time he gambles, and today it seems that it is better to meet than to be famous."

Then his face was as cruel as a poisonous snake, "Wait a while, I will let the servants torture your fighters one by one in the ring!" ”

Gao Jin held his chin in thought.

Lin Mosheng didn't have so many scruples about Gao Jin, and glanced at the other party.

Fuck, someone bullied their own half-brother, can you bear it?

I can bear it, but I can't bear it with more than a dozen sea-view villas!

Lin Mosheng stood up and pointed to the three people who followed behind the four-armed Brahma.

"You, you, you, come on stage together."

"Don't beep and talk nonsense."

Lin Mosheng's provocation had not yet angered the four-armed Brahma, but the Muay Thai fighter who was despised by Gao Jin was a little unable to sit still.

Those who practice martial arts have three points of ruthlessness in their chests.

Seeing that Lin Mosheng took off his coat and was about to go on stage, he stretched out his hand to stop Lin Mosheng and said in Thai, "This is my battle." ”

Lin Mosheng pushed at will, and the Muay Thai fighter was pushed down four or five meters and sat on the ground with his ass.

His face turned red and he looked at Lin Mosheng in disbelief.

If it was just a little bit worse, he still had the confidence to compete with Lin Mosheng.

But just now, it was that random push, and I couldn't even stand on my feet, how could I compete with the other party?

Lin Mosheng looked at the Muay Thai fighter and said with a smile, "The heart is good, but the strength is a little worse." ”

"I learned Muay Thai, and I can be regarded as inheriting your incense, and I will teach you a sentence today, if you have the strength, you don't have the strength to cowardice!"

"Between life and death, there is no shame in cowardly, but if you have the strength to coward, then it is better to be the eighth king."

As he spoke, Lin Mosheng tore off his shirt.

After moving his neck, hands and feet, the muscles of his upper body swayed like water.

The hideous, not yet fully healed scars made everyone gasp.

It's not a human scar at all, it's like the result of a fight with some kind of beast.

But what kind of people will fight the beast?

Immediately after, on his delicate, iron-blue skin, a majestic, solemn, mysterious like a tattoo of an ancient temple scroll crashed into everyone's eyes.

The dark golden Buddha lowered his eyes, and his twelve arms were like lotus flowers, like wisdom wheels, and he was bright and bright.

The black tiger under his feet was against his claws, and his red eyes looked at all beings.

Lin Mosheng made a tiger leap, five meters away, and the one-meter-high ring seemed to be close at hand.

Wait for him to stand in the ring, and then look down at the people below again, his expression is indifferent, without sorrow or joy, just like the solemn Buddha behind him.

For the first time, the smile on Gao Jin's face retracted and he stood up from his seat.

The slightly squinted eyes opened, like a lion awakened from sleep, looking at the four-armed Brahma,

"Outside the market, I bet this life with you, do you dare to follow?"

The lion fights the rabbit, and the king is in the world!

At this moment, the aura of the powerful gambling god was like substance, and the air around him became low and oppressive.

The surroundings became clear.

The snorting of women, the breathing of men, the pungent smell of smoke, the dazzling lights.

Everything is part of the grand game.

And everybody, now putting themselves at the table!

"Brother Jin!"

Gao Yi only reacted at this time, he looked at Gao Jin anxiously, and didn't understand why suddenly a gamble turned into a gamble.

Moreover, jealousy welled up in my heart like a poisonous snake.

Why did he trust that kid so much?

It's clear that he is his cousin!

Gao Jin stretched out his hand to stop Gao Yi, a little disappointed in his cousin.

Then he continued to look at the four-armed Brahma, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Since you don't dare to bet, then I will call Ah Sheng down, and today's gamble will be here." ”

Gao Jin spoke easily, but every word was like a sharp sword, piercing directly into the heart of the four-armed Brahma.

Lunatic.

The four-armed Brahma spat out two words.

Gambling with the God of Gamblers, this is more exciting than tens of millions of dollars, hundreds of millions of dollars.

But who is not a madman among the gamblers who have been able to get to this point?

"I, bet!"

The four-armed Brahma pointed to Lin Mosheng on the stage and said to his subordinates, "Go and bring his life to me!" ”

The three subordinates who were targeted by Lin Mosheng jumped into the ring like dolls without minds.

They have different postures.

There was the first one, with strong muscles, and the first two battles didn't even hurt him.

The second is of medium stature, with drooping ears and a broad face, and his hands are in his sleeves.

The third was thin and small, and his breath was weak, as if he would disappear at will.

It's like a hanger with three models.

Lin Morson put on a punching stance.

There was no use of the host to announce the start, and when the four of them came on stage, the audience was like a blower, desperately turning every wisp of air in their lungs into a shout.

Lin Mosheng took a deep breath and enjoyed all this with a little intoxication, his blood was a little hot.

This is his life!

Basic Pace: Sprint Step!

Even if it was only the most basic pace, with the blessing of Lin Mosheng's 15 points of agility, it made him almost shrink to an inch.

The figure flickered, and came to the three of them.

Basic Boxing: Positive Fist!

The punch was like a dragon, with an afterimage, followed by a bomb-like explosion.

Bang!

The burly Ah San was at the last moment, his arms were staggered like a shield, blocking Lin Mosheng's punch.

But it was like he was crashing head-on into a car.

But his feet were as steady as the roots of an old tree, and he ploughed a trajectory in the ring and did not dodge.

"Xingtian? You don't deserve it yet! ”

The muscles of Lin Mosheng's legs exploded, and the whole person rose into the air like an eagle falcon, and his right elbow was like an axe, splitting Huashan with force!

Syllable!

To everyone's surprise, the burly Ah San in front of Lin Mosheng actually gave up his defense.

Lin Mosheng's elbow was like an axe, directly embedded in his chest.

However, the other party actually fought back with inhuman will.

He wrapped his arms around Lin Mosheng's shoulders.

Bone joints are like parts that can be disassembled.

With a few clicks, the whole person was locked on Lin Mosheng's fists.

The broad-faced man with lops seized the opportunity, not caring whether his companion was alive or dead, his hands were like electricity, and his fingertips were with an ominous ink, stabbing at Lin Mosheng's neck, who was close at hand.

See this scene.

The four-armed Brahma breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Gao Jin greedily, "It seems that I won." ”

Gao Jin looked as usual, "Look at it for a while." ”