The inside of the tunnel is brightly lit, as bright as daytime.

Lin Chong pretended to look at everything in front of him with relish, but secretly let go of his perception.

As Simon said, an army was stationed above the tunnel.

Because the thick layer of soil blurs the perception, Lin Chong can only get a rough situation.

The number of people in that army was about 300, most of them were ordinary people. Only two of them had extremely strong fluctuations in their qi and blood, which was comparable to the Grandmaster of Huajin.

It is worthy of being the old nest of the Gods Association, and such defense is so strict.

You should know that Master Huajin is not a cabbage on the roadside.

Even in the Yanhuang Republic where martial arts are strong and powerful, the Grandmaster of Huajin is enough to establish a sect, be honored as a ancestor, and be famous all over the world.

Of course, there are also differences in strengths and weaknesses between Master Huajin and cannot be generalized.

Lin Chong suddenly felt something and opened his eyes and looked forward.

At this time, the off-road vehicle had already left the tunnel, and a modern city appeared far from Lin Zhong's vision.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, no one would have thought that the poor and closed Kingdom of Ramadan would have such a prosperous and lively capital.

"Is this Maracas?"

Lin Chong controlled the muscles on his face, showing a perfect look of amazement.

"Yes, this is Maracas."

Simon's expression could not hide his pride: "The unique pearl of the entire African continent."

"This trip is indeed worth it."

Lin Chong's eyes reflected colorful billboards and neon lights, and he was ready to say, "Don't be busy meeting Ogle, I'm going to stroll around."

Simon heard the hints between Lin Chong's words and nodded immediately and said, "Mr. Mu wants to stroll around? Of course there is no problem. I can introduce you to the guide."

"unnecessary."

Lin Chong waved his hand in disgust, as if he was driving a flies: "Just do what you should do, don't worry about me."

"......All right."

Simon understood Lin Chong's meaning, so he stopped wasting his saliva.

Off-road vehicles gradually drove into the city of Maracas, with more and more vehicles on the streets and more and more pedestrians. A lively and prosperous scene is in a strong contrast with other places.

Lin Chong held his chin with one hand and pretended to be enthusiastic, admiring the foreign customs outside the window that were completely different from his motherland, but in fact he was observing the environment.

According to Lin Chong's observation, he found that there were not many African residents on the street, but more white people, and the ratio of the two was about six to four.

In addition, there are many wealthy people from all over the world, wearing gold and silver, wearing cool-dressing beauties, swaying around as if no one else was around, without any concerns about their own safety.

"It seems that the security situation in Maracas is better than I thought."

A thought came to Lin Chong's mind.

In fact, this is reasonable.

If the personal safety of those rich people is not guaranteed, who is willing to come to Maracas to spend money?

Is it because the birthday boy hangs himself and thinks he has a long life?

The Gods Association also has too many ways to spend all the money in tourists' pockets, such as casinos, clubs, red light districts, etc., and there is no need to use theft, robbery or kidnapping.

"Let me go here." Lin Chong finished thinking and told Simon who was driving.

Simon acted as he said, slowly parked the off-road vehicle on the side of the road.

Lin Chong picked up the suitcase containing more than 2 million eagle yuan and got out of the car, looked around and waved at Simon casually, then walked straight to a magnificent casino.

Simon looked at Lin Chong's back, shook his head and sighed, and drove away.

Maracas was full of the eyes of the Gods. From now on, he had to be energetic and could not reveal any abnormalities or flaws.

Four male concierges in red suits and dome hats stood at the entrance of the casino. One of them helped Lin Chong open the door, and the other reached out with diligent hand to help Lin Chong carry the box.

Although Lin Chong was dressed in sloppy clothes, messy hair, rough and dry skin, and had a scar on his face, the concierge staff who were responsible for reception at the entrance of the casino had such a sharp look that he would definitely not be easy to mess with.

Lin Chong's fierce and domineering temperament is too obvious. Standing in the well-dressed crowd, he is as eye-catching and outstanding as a fireflies in the dark.

In Maracas, it means that it is not too easy to mess with, so it means that it is not short of money.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Lin Chong went sideways to avoid the concierge's hand that reached out to the box, and clenched his fists, revealing his evil spirit between his eyebrows, and shouted sternly.

“Sorry, guest.”

The concierge immediately took two steps back and bowed deeply to Lin Chong: "I want to help you carry your luggage."

As the saying goes, if you don’t hit someone with a smile, Lin Chong’s attitude immediately eased a lot.

"Okay, please help me."

Lin Chong thought about it, put the suitcase into the concierge and strode into the casino: "It contains 2.95 million eagle yuan, one yuan less, I'm asking you!"

“Yes, yes…”

The concierge's attitude became more and more respectful. He followed Lin Chong step by step and asked with a smile: "Where are the guests from? Fusang, Nan Goryeo? Or Yanhuang Republic?"

"What? Prying into my details?"

Lin Chong glanced at the concierge coldly: "Don't ask if you shouldn't."

He used Yanhuang language in this sentence.

Although the concierge did not understand what Lin Chong was saying, he heard his accent clearly, and immediately turned his head to wave to the side of the lobby and said, "Susan, come here."

A pretty and graceful white woman walked quickly to Lin Chong. She was wearing a black tight-fitting skirt, outlining a convex and plump curve.

"Hello, a distinguished guest from the Yanhuang Republic."

A white woman named Susan crossed her hands and bent down to salute Lin Chong. Then she said in a straightforward Yanhuang language: "I am Susan, the receptionist, to serve you. If you have any questions or requests, you can ask me."

Lin Chong looked at Susan up and down, just like choosing goods, paying special attention to certain key areas.

Susan had no intention of being shy or disgusted at all. Instead, she put her hands on her hips, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and turned around openly, allowing Lin Chong to see more clearly.

"Okay, that's you."

Lin Chong snapped his fingers with satisfaction: "I want to take a shower, change my clothes, and help me change a million Eagle Yuan chips. I'll try my luck later."

"OK."

Susan took the suitcase from the concierge.

"Guest, I wish you a good time."

The concierge who completed the task bowed to Lin Chong again.

Lin Chong took out a stack of banknotes, and was too lazy to count them, so he threw them directly to the concierge: "Reward you."

"Thank you for your generosity."

The smile on the concierge's face became more sincere.

Susan's smile, watching all this, became sweeter and more charming.

Lin Chong patted Susan's round buttocks, grabbed her waist, and said carelessly: "Let's go, serve me well, I will take you to make a fortune!"
Chapter completed!