The showdown between Yang Ji and Andrew was set at the 79th floor arena a week later, and the expensive tickets were sold out as soon as they were issued.

Andrew's injuries are severe.

Under An Long's sharp blade storm, not only did he open a huge blood hole in his left shoulder, deep into the bones, but his right arm also seemed to have been twisted by a meat grinder, and the pieces of flesh and blood had been separated, leaving only a thin layer of skin hanging on the bones, and he couldn't even move, it was said that the medical team injected a large amount of morphine on the spot, so that he could be successfully taken off the ring and sent to the operating table.

Under such a serious injury, Yang Ji found it hard to believe that he still had the strength to fight.

Sure enough, a few days later, news came that Andrew had to withdraw from the championship competition because of a serious injury that was difficult to recover, and the admission ticket for this game will be directly promoted to the battle admission voucher between the dark horse newcomer and the defending Tsar.

Yang Ji's injury was buffered by this matter, and it was delayed for a while, and it was already very good, he went to the casino during this time, and found that the odds with the tsar had reached 1:7.8, so he happily smashed down the 300,000 federal coins in his hand and bought all of them, but it was a pity that the casino's dividends were settled after the end of the season, otherwise he could directly become a multimillionaire.

A bald man lingered in the casino for a long time, and finally walked to the gaming table, nervously took out a stack of weights from his bag, threw them all on the table with a "bang", blushed, and stammered: "I...... I buy Yang ...... Yang Ji..... Win!"

When the people around him saw his restrained appearance, they immediately burst into laughter.

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"You...... Can you really defeat the Tsar?" asked the desert boy who was nailed to the iron bed in the secret room.

"Don't worry, Xiaosha. I'm not a pedantic guy either, the oil has been bought, and he's sure to get a big surprise on the day of the game. Yang Ji touched the young man's head and said with relief.

"Hmm...... He came here two days ago and drew energy from my body again, and this time it really hurt, and my internal organs were cramping...... If I fail this time, I probably won't live long......"

Xiao Sha lifted his clothes, only to see that his abdomen was purple, forming a strange vortex, and many black and red blood vessels spread out around him, which was about to connect with his lower back.

"Little Sand...... I'll get you out, he's not going to die an easy death. Yang Ji silently clenched his fists, with pity in his heart, and even more cold and beating anger.

Retracting the shadow, Yang Ji left the room and went to the restaurant to have a big meal, and after feeding Gollum, he came back and started tidying up things.

His hand touched a note, and he paused slightly, it was the phone number that Dean Dong had left on the table at that time and asked him to dial.

It has been more than half a year since he left the Nanshui Orphanage.

Little Tiger, Ayi, Winter Melon...... Zhou'er, and the dean, are you all right?

A faint sadness rose in his heart.

Guan the siege of the old-timers, people went to the orphanage of the empty building, he was weak and powerless to protect anyone, until now, he can only be regarded as a feather, and there is still a long way to go before he spreads his wings and soars.

"I will definitely find you!" Yang Ji carefully put away the note, secretly making up his mind in his heart.

The mobile phone rang, and the familiar voice of Lao K on the other end of the phone was: "Although you always like to whitewash the reasons for killing, you have to admit that you are too strong!

Yang Ji heard an excited shout in his ears, as well as the sound of "rustling" paper, and he didn't need to think about it to know that Lao K was holding the internal newspaper or poster of the Hammer of the Center of the Earth in his hand.

"You really don't like what you say, some people can change their ways, but there are also some people, he has been a bastard all his life, and there is no possibility of getting better, do you understand?" he paused, and then continued:

"I killed the person who should be killed, and I carried out the belief in my heart, how can I call it a high-sounding one? But this high-sounding killing of the Tsar, I am very happy. “

"Alright, don't talk about your tongue twisters. My old K is a layman, killing people is always a deal in my eyes, whether it can be successful, whether it makes money or not, is more important to me than what beliefs. Old K smiled faintly, and there was a bit of self-deprecation in his laughter:

"It doesn't matter what I insist on, they can't be exchanged for money, justice, or the lives of my wife and children, I envy you for this, but I don't believe it anymore. ”

Yang Ji was silent for a moment, feeling that Lao K might have been touched by what he said just now, so he confided in his heart so uncharacteristically, so he no longer refuted, and laughed: "Okay, let's not talk about these things that have or don't." You help me take the order, I will kill the people who should be killed, and I will eat and drink spicy food together in exchange for money! Old K, when I finish this task, I will definitely treat you to a good meal!"

"Tell you, this is what I deserve! If you want to ask for a week, please take a week!!'s most expensive!!" Old K also changed his mood and teased with a smile.

"A word is a certainty!" Yang Ji generously agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Ji finished dealing with everything, and finally was able to lie comfortably on the bed, he stretched his waist, and his stomach rumbled again.

"Why did you just eat well and be hungry again?" Yang Ji turned over, and there were a hundred people in his heart who were unwilling to move.

"Silkworm ...... Fava beans!" A voice suddenly popped into his head, startling him.

"Gollum?" he asked tentatively.

"Fava Bean...... Fava beans!" Gollum said with difficulty in pronunciation.

"Gollum, you can actually speak! Tell Daddy to listen?" Yang Ji was excited.

"Learn from me...... Eight...... Father...... Daddy......" he patiently instructed.

"Fava Bean!" Gollum felt the change in Yang Ji's mood, and he also became excited.

"Dad, Dad!"

"Fava beans!"

"Daddy!"

"Fava beans!"

"Alas......" Yang Ji chose to give up, and if he continued to call it like this, he would have to become Gollum's son first.

He shook his head helplessly, touched his earth-shattering stomach, and the fava beans that kept calling in his mind, and dialed the landline in the guest room:

"Hello, room service, I need to deliver food, please give me a pot of broad beans...... That's right, a pot, a big pot...... Yes, I am Yang Ji......"

The phone hung up, and a long sigh came from the empty room.