Chapter 1482 Two Gifts

In the Situ family's private hospital, Zhao Heng leaned against the door and watched Baigousheng and others.

After several days of recuperation, their bodies have recovered by 60% to 70%, and at least their ability to protect themselves is enough. In particular, Bai Gousheng is completely as if nothing is wrong. He stood on the balcony and pondered alone, and was playing with something intentionally or unintentionally with his left hand, which made Zhao Heng feel much more at ease with them.

General Bei was also in one of the suites. He was covered in bruises and was covered in bruises and saw two bone wounds. So after visiting Bei Ruyi, who was solemn, left a serious face. She smiled bitterly at Zhao Heng: "He is afraid he will be lying for ten days and half a month."

"Living is victory!"

Zhao Heng threw an apple for Bei Ruyi, leaned against the door and smiled faintly, "Diet is a failure! Wu Baobao is also a master of the Zhou family. As a result, we broke his body and it was nothing. In the end, Zhou Qiqi silenced him. General Bei is much lucky than him."

Hearing Zhao Heng’s comfort, Bei Ruyi’s face became a sneer, then sat down on the sofa with an apple, picked up the fruit knife and rotated it gently: “Zhao Heng, I just heard the sound of the wind, and all forces were betting on the full moon battle, and many gambling sessions began to take over.”

Bei Ruyi cut off an apple and handed it to Zhao Heng with a toothpick: "But it's almost always bet you lose. I heard that the odds are as high as one to three. In other words, if you buy the person you won this battle, a hundred thousand can turn into 300,000, and a hundred thousand can turn into 130,000."

"It seems that everyone has little confidence in me."

Zhao Heng curled a joke on his lips, took the apple and bit it and smiled, "Otherwise, how could the odds be so different? I also believe that many people will buy Zhou's masters to win, but aren't they worried that if I win, I will all lose everything?"

Bei Ruyi also threw an apple into his mouth: "Although you don't know who the Zhou master is, you know that it is related to Heshibi and Zhou Qiqi, so they bought Zhou's victory without hesitation, because everyone knows that Zhou's family can't afford to lose this battle, and you are too inferior to the other party."

There was a trace of worry in her eyes: "And you also played in person, which made people even more crazy to place heavy bets, because your strength has been exposed, but Zhou has not shown his trump card yet. It can send you a master, and it looks like you have lost half the money on the surface."

The girl from the North sighed quietly: "This is similar to Tian Ji's horse racing."

A smile surged on Zhao Heng's face, and then he swept over the hospital bed and half-awake Zhou Qixuan and others: "Anyway, I have no way out of this battle. It's better to play to this point. It seems that I want to know He Wencai to open the market and Jinghua Casino accept all bettors."

"How can I not make a big profit if I don't make a big profit?"

When Zhao Heng signaled the ghost to call He Wencai, Zhou Qixuan squeezed out a three-seven cigarette and said with a smile: "Young Master Heng, let's make some bets to join in the fun, but we are not greedy. We don't want to pay three in one or three in one. We only need to pay one in three, well, buy Zhou's win,"

Before Zhou Qixuan could finish his words, he jumped up from the bed. Zhao Heng had already thrown a chair where he was lying. Zhou Qixuan dodged and bit the cigarette butt: "Young Master Heng, there is no other meaning. We just want to lose money and lose happiness. When we are sad, we have money to dilute the money."

Bei Ruyi said weakly: "How do you say my heart?" The next second, Bei Mat quickly rushed out of the balcony, flipping down from above like a rabbit, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Han Jian said with great loyalty: "Young Master Heng, I bought you and you won!"

The ghost said in one sentence: "I bought both sides of the Han sword,"

Zhao Heng suddenly laughed at the group of live treasures, and all the heavy lifting was swept away. These brothers and sisters could still joke, which proves that they have absolute confidence in themselves. With their support, they must persist even more. So he also said: "Why buy some for me to make up for the losses?"

Everyone laughed and dispersed.

"Zhao Heng?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly walked up at the entrance of the corridor, wearing a doctor's white coat and a mask. The man was tall, thin, dressed very well, and had a very gentle attitude. Although he was not very old, his temples were gray, and his thin face was full of majesty.

Those eyes would never dare to look down on him at all. When the Zhao guard subconsciously wanted to block it, Zhao Heng smelled a familiar situation. He felt that the person who deliberately blocked his face seemed familiar, so he stopped the Zhao guard from impulsively speaking: "Who are you?"

He casually cut another apple with a fruit knife.

The middle-aged man did not answer, but answered this sentence in the most direct way. He used not words, but scalpels. When his eyes were instantly cold, suddenly, his scalpel had flashed out, and the cold and sharp blade had reached Zhao Heng's throat in an instant.

His knife was a knife to save people, but he used the killing technique, which was fast, light, sharp and sensitive. Even if he had seen the middle-aged man taking action, he could not describe his speed of attack. However, the scalpel was so strange that it did not touch Zhao Heng's throat. Zhao Heng's hand moved and the light of the knife had already flew up!

No one can describe the splendor and glory of this sword, nor can anyone describe the speed of this sword! It was no longer a fruit knife, but Thor's wrath and a lightning strike! The sword light flashed and disappeared, and Zhao Heng's fruit knife was pointed at the other party's heart, and then silently retracted.

He still peeled the apple slowly.

The middle-aged man still stood there, without moving, his hands were already falling, his face stiffened, and then he smiled: "Very good, you have made a lot of progress than Hanshan Temple at the time. Not only can you block my attack, but you can also hit me with a quick fight. You can do this battle!"

Whether it was Han Jian, ghost or Bai Gou Sheng who came from the balcony, they all looked at Zhao Heng, who was content with a deep look. If it was purely trusting Zhao Heng for no reason just now, then now it was a kind of confidence in strength. They couldn't stop that knife.

"The old man asked you to come?"

Zhao Heng put an apple into his mouth and raised a smile on his face: "But thinking about it, Uncle Feng was so entangled by Tang Dao that he could not clone it. He could only let your trump card come to help. But I can't let you fight for both public and private, so you may run away in vain."

Zhao Heng has already recognized who the middle-aged man is.

The middle-aged man pushed the glasses on his face and spoke with a calm expression: "I did come to fight for Hengmen. Unexpectedly, you promised Zhou Qiqi to take action personally, which disrupted the old man's original idea and added to his concerns, but the old man also believed that you were a person with a proper sense."

"And my surprise attack just now also shows that you have the power to fight."

The middle-aged man exuded a faint smell of sandalwood all over his body, making the whole ward peaceful and peaceful: "But I won't leave now. Zhou's family will inevitably make small moves for absolute victory. I need to protect you secretly, and I have two gifts to give you."

Zhao Heng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Gift? A secret trick? A secret recipe?"

The middle-aged man shook his head gently, then took out a box from his arms: "The antique knife you turned from Niu Konggong's hand, the old man has been cleaning and sedimenting for you these days. Now it is no longer a rusty and dusty knife, but an infinitely sharp sword."

The middle-aged man's voice remained calm: "Although the old man knows that you have learned to point your sword, sometimes you still need a sword to close your body. When the founding leader used it to open up the country, Mr. Zhao used him to cut off nearly a thousand corrupt officials' heads. Now you take over and make it glorious."

"You'll develop a good relationship with it these days."

Before Zhao Heng took the box and gave birth to gratitude, the middle-aged man said lightly: "The second gift is Wu Baobao, who was abandoned by Zhou Qiqi. Wu Baobao is also a talented person. He used his fake death to hide it from Zhou Qiqi and crawled out when he entered the incinerator."

"Crawl out with one hand, how strong will to survive?"

The middle-aged man said lightly: "I happened to meet him, so I saved him!"

"Maybe you will need him!"

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