Chapter 1492 Money can make the devil push

When he met Zhao Heng, Sikong Ru knew that something was wrong.

He always thought that a young man was a boy who came to the United States to conquer the world like Bruce Lee in the film and television. Unexpectedly, Xiaoxiao had a close relationship with Zhao Heng. Sikong Ru, who knew something about Zhao Heng, instantly knew that he was in a desperate situation and ran into the demon king who should not have encountered.

What's even more painful is that Zhao Heng is not ignorant of him, a stranger. From his situation, he can judge that he has some understanding of himself. Thinking of his relationship with Zhou and Gong Mingyue, Sikong Ru, who was pretending to be in a fork, felt a bit solemn: "I apologize today."

"Apology?"

Zhao Hengda took a step forward with a big connection: "I disturbed my brother playing with women, and almost killed him. And I heard that Gong Mingyue was taken down by Duan Tianxiao because of your kindness. You have done so many things, and you will think about it with just a word that shows weakness? Nonsense, stretch out your hand to make me vent my anger."

Zhao Heng kicked him with a touch of joke on his face. Sikong Ru's face changed slightly and retreated. Admitting his fall did not mean that he could be humiliated. However, as soon as his body moved to the side, Zhao Heng's kicking suddenly landed on the ground and shot his entire body, and his right fist swung hard at Sikong Ru.

Sikong Ru's face looked completely ugly. He also waved his fist without a way out. Bang! The two fists met in the air! Sikong Ru's accumulating momentum to deal with it still couldn't escape. The huge force was transmitted from his arm to Sikong Ru's chest, and the injuries left by Xiaoxiao made him retreat seven or eight steps in a row.

Sikong Ru spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and the tiger's mouth felt aching. He couldn't help but lean against the wall and gasped. At the same time, he looked at Zhao Heng and said coldly: "Zhao Heng, take advantage of the danger of victory, and no matter how strong you are, you will bully me. You will lose the battle tonight."

Zhao Heng smiled faintly: "If I die, you will die too."

Sikong Ru shrugged and smiled. When everyone was relaxed, he suddenly made a move and punched Zhao Heng in pain. This was indeed a fatal punch, which was rapid, accurate, powerful, and very powerful. Before the fist arrived, the sharp fist wind had already shaken Zhao Heng's hair and danced.

Zhao Heng did not move, not even blinking his eyes. He looked at the fist, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then his fist was sent out. He was lazy and careless, and he punched slowly, but Sikong Ru's fist was still two inches away from his face.

His fist had hit Sikongru's nose. Everyone heard a painful sound of bones breaking. As soon as the sound rang, Sikongru's body weighing more than 100 pounds had been beaten to fly out, flew out five meters away, hit the wall heavily, and then slid down along the wall.

When he fell down, his nose bridge was crooked under his eyes, and his face was completely distorted and deformed. Zhao Heng curled his lips and turned around. He pulled out a tissue from the table and wiped the blood on his fist: "Catch Sikong Ru and find an opportunity to exchange it for Zhou's return to Gong Mingyue."

"I believe Sikong Ru's value is better than Gong Mingyue."

Zhao Heng also walked to the young man and glanced at the wound on his body. After feeling nothing serious, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at the sunlight outside the window: "It rained for so many days, and finally saw the rare sun. I hope I can take it again tomorrow, and that feeling will definitely be very wonderful."

The young man said lightly: "Drink together tomorrow!" He was always not used to expressing his emotions, so he could only use such simple words to show his care. He was a little regretful that he took Han Huatang away too early last night. If he had known that King Zhou Guang would take action in the nanny's car.

He would also severely damage King Zhou Guang of his life, so as to reduce the danger Zhao Heng faced tonight. Unfortunately, he didn't realize that the big monster was in the car at that time, otherwise Zhao Heng would not have been so stressed now. Then he grabbed Zhao Heng's shoulder: "If you die, I will kill all the Zhou people."

Zhao Heng smiled extremely relieved.

"Leave Sikong Ru to me!"

When Zhao Heng was calm and was about to go back to the embassy to recover his energy, the middle-aged man appeared next to him strangely, with a gentle voice: "I said I would throw King Guang of Zhou to the ground so that he could not fight against you tonight. Now is a good opportunity."

Zhao Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the guy, with a wry smile across his face: "Sikong Ru, I used it to exchange Gong Mingyue for him. What's the point of taking him away? And I heard from the little smile that King Zhou Guang's skills were so amazing that he could defeat Han Huatang in a bottle."

The middle-aged man didn't have much emotional ups and downs on his face: "That can only be said that Han Huatang is too weak. As long as I give me a chance to face King Guang and I, I will spread the other party several streets in a minute. Moreover, this is one of our plans. If we make changes at this moment, we will suffer."

He looked ahead and said lightly: "I already know where King Guang of Zhou is. Now there are eleven hours before 8 o'clock in the evening. It's enough for me to do a lot of things. Don't worry, even if I can't put the other party down, I can still evacuate calmly. There are few people in the world who can stop me."

Zhao Heng always felt that things were wrong. This was not a problem with the idea of ​​not being able to win. If it were possible, he would like to mobilize elite troops to destroy King Guang of Zhou in advance. Just like Zhou's attack on the masters of Hengmen, he has been playing strange tactics these days, and victory can cover up everything.

It was just that Zhao Heng was worried about the safety of the middle-aged man. Although he had seen the terrifying strength of the middle-aged man in Hanshan Temple, he was almost beaten to the ground by the latter in one move, Zhao Heng did not know the strength of King Guang of Zhou, and he was used to deeper thinking about the domineering character of unknown people.

It would be fine if a middle-aged man was able to injure King Guang of Zhou. Once he was injured or killed by King Guang of Zhou, it would be difficult for Zhao Heng to explain to the old man even if he died a hundred times. So he rubbed his head and looked at the middle-aged man and said, "I have a strategy to deal with King Guang of Zhou, so I will handle this matter myself."

The middle-aged man maintained a calm expression, then took a beating his seat and shot out from the window, leaving a few words in a very casual manner: "As I said yesterday, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? I always have to do something, otherwise what will I do in New York?"

What Zhao Heng wanted to say turned into a bitter smile, and the sweeping monk had already gone away.

At this time, a wooden house in Edo-style in Tokyo, Japan, a woman in white was holding a brush and writing a full-blown word on paper. Although the words made people feel inexplicably depressed, the entire text frame was magnificent and unstoppable.

When the woman in white put the brush on the table, a young man in gorgeous clothes came over from the side, looking at the words "The words "Sister Ruyan" are written so beautifully, and they have a kind of toughness in defeat."

Obviously, the woman in white who was writing with her pen was Bei Ruyan. She smiled faintly and turned around and slowly sat on a Chinese-style grand master chair with gold-burned mahogany. Next to the chair was a plate of endgame played by the young man: "Shanchuanjun has won the prize, and if he loses, he will lose no matter how unwilling he is."

Bei Ruyan quietly watched the endgame for a while, then picked up a chess piece and fell: "Although I was very unwilling to be driven out of China by Zhao Heng, I have to admit that I lost completely. I am afraid that it will be difficult to go back to China in this life. In the face of defeat, the tenacity is just the resentment of the women."

"It's hard for me to enter the world stage again."

The young man in the grass smiled and picked up the calligraphy and painting and slowly appreciated it: "Why should Miss Ruyan belittle yourself? Few people can defeat your abilities and scheming? As long as you adjust your mentality that victory or defeat is common in military affairs, sooner or later you will step back on Zhao Heng and win back what you have lost."

Speaking of this, he turned around and looked at Bei Ruyan and said, "Actually, this time Zhao Heng and King Guang of Zhou were an opportunity. Zhao Heng took out the doll to make Miss Seven and Zhou very angry. Zhao Heng was probably unable to leave the Goddess Square, but why did you ask me to change the odds of the gambling box?"

A smile appeared in his eyes: "You want Zhao Heng, the princelings to win the battle as a underground casino, to win the battle? And also offered amazing odds of one to one? Do you know how many people beat King Zhou Guang to win? As of ten minutes ago, hot money and tycoons everywhere had invested more than 100 billion."

"Once Zhao Heng loses, we will be seriously injured."

The young man in gorgeous clothes sighed:

"The most important thing is, why are you full of confidence in Zhao Heng?"

Bei Ruyan showed an elegant smile, pinched her teacup and sipped a sip of tea: "More than 100 billion, if Zhao Heng really wins this battle, the Japanese princelings will receive money without any help. Shanchuanjun, don't worry, I hope Zhao Heng is unlucky or even dies than anyone else!"

She looked at the young man in the gorgeous clothes with calm eyes: "But in this world-wide battle, we cannot invest too much in personal grudges, but we must consider how much benefits it can bring to us. When 90% of the forces believe that Zhao Heng will lose, Zhao Heng suddenly won and we made a lot of money."

When the young man in China listened, she said: "We can't make much money by following the trend and betting. Only by doing the opposite can we make profits. If we earn more than 100 billion this time, the princelings can work hard for five or even ten years less. This is an unprecedented opportunity."

"I believe you, otherwise I wouldn't bet on this game."

The young man in Huayi smiled faintly: "But I can't see Zhao Heng's winning chance."

Bei Ruyan smiled meaningfully and replied: "Winning is not something that can be won by others? Except for Zhao Heng, who is the irresistible Xiaoqiang, Zhao Dingtian will never let his grandson take risks. The most important thing is that King Guang of Zhou is not an indestructible body, as long as we support Zhao Heng."

"The chances of King Guang of Zhou defeating are very high."

She said directly: "Money can make the devil push the mill!"

Yamakawa Yoshiki's eyes suddenly gathered, and he remembered the five missing Gaoren.

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