Chapter 1493 God loves

"Hengshou, Jinghua Casino has received more than 20 billion bets."

As the sun sets, when the golden afterglow gradually fades from the sky, He Wencai is standing beside Zhao Heng and speaks: "The Lisboa Casino has also received about 60 billion yuan. These funds are basically all bought King Zhou Guang to win. The odds are three to one. If you lose, we will have to pay 30 billion yuan."

Zhao Heng gently shook the tea in his hand, and frowned slightly when he heard this: "Although 80 billion sounds amazing, it is much different from the number we imagined. I thought I would receive at least 200 billion. Don't those high-quality customers want to make money or can't see through this battle?"

He Wencai seemed to have expected Zhao Heng's answer, and took the topic respectfully: "I checked it. It's not that Haoke doesn't want to make money or see through it, but that someone throws out odds that are better than us to attract chips. The Prince of Japan has offered one-to-one odds to accept bets from all parties."

He sighed: "It has been bent for one thousand four hundred billion."

“One to one?”

Zhao Heng couldn't help but look at He Wencai with surprise, and he turned his head to look at He Wencai and said, "Isn't Shanchuan Yiqing afraid of losing all? You have to know the odds of one to one. Once I lose this battle, the princelings will be greatly damaged. Where does he get his confidence?"

Zhao Heng himself dared not give such high odds. Although his confidence in fighting King Guang of Zhou increased to four or six, he still had a much higher chance of losing. He smiled bitterly: "Yiqing Shanchuan is more confident than me, and uses such a big way to support my battle."

He was still wondering if there would be any conspiracy at first, but the other party received more than 140 billion bets, which invisibly linked the fate of the Japanese princelings and Zhao Heng. If Zhao Heng was defeated by King Guang of Zhou tonight, the princelings would lose 140 billion, which would be considered a trauma.

Zhao Heng was worried that Shanchuan Yiqing's confidence in him was fruitless, so he smiled faintly at He Wencai: "Even my mortal enemy is optimistic about my battle, we cannot be without confidence. Let the odds of Jinghua Casino be changed to one-to-one, no matter how many people place bets, they will be accepted all of them."

He Wencai nodded with excitement, then looked at Zhao Heng and said, "Young Master Heng, you are so confident, and things have developed to this point. Let's just play bigger and take a one-to-three odds to absorb more hot money and crazy bets from big players."

"I think the odds of one to three will definitely attract 200 billion."

He Wencai shouted with a smile: "Once you win, we will get rich." He calculated the income that was crazy enough to make people crazy, how many Jinghua casinos could be built for 200 billion yuan, and how many bonuses could be obtained by He Wencai. It would be more exciting than him to think about it.

Zhao Heng lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then reached out and patted him on the head: "You are stupid, the odds of one to three, of course I believe that it can attract hundreds of billions of bets. Countless giants will surface to buy King Zhou Guang to win, and their desperate bets are destined to lose."

Zhao Heng let out a long breath and rubbed his fingers against the edge of the cup: "Believe it or not, you will give the odds of one to three. I have no chance to walk to Goddess Square tonight. Those big tycoons who have placed heavy bets will not give me a chance to win King Zhou Guang or even let me have a fight."

He Wencai was stunned, and then suddenly realized that when the bet was placed so crazy enough, it would be difficult for Zhao Heng and King Guang of Zhou to have a fair battle. The forces behind the bet would use their own means to bet, and Zhao Heng might be blown up before he even left the door.

Zhao Heng waved his finger: "Do it!"

"Bang bang bang!"

On the back mountain of the garden where King Guang of Zhou cultivated his character, six Zhou masters were throwing five black-clad men who were invisible to the pit. They did not bury them with soil, but just threw some branches on them. One of them snorted coldly: "I don't know who is looking for death."

He was obviously quite dissatisfied with the fact that the war was about to come: "He actually sneaked into the garden silently and attacked Zhou Gongfeng. Even if we were cowardly, we should not ignore Zhou Gongfeng's power. Five masters, I, died in less than ten moves in the hands of the worshipper."

Another person stretched out his foot and kicked the body into the pit, took the topic and replied: "That's it! And he was also sneakily attacking, and even his facial features were deliberately destroyed and people could not be identified. Qi Niang guessed that most of these were Zhao Heng who sent someone to make trouble, but unfortunately, Zhou Gongfeng killed one of them with one hand."

A hint of contempt appeared on his face: "You said Zhao Heng is really shameless. If you can't beat him, just admit defeat. Why do you still use such despicable means? Do you want to severely damage Zhou Gongfeng so that he can't play to win? As a result, the five Hengmen masters became dead."

At this moment, the peak decisive battle is coming, and all parties are already nervous about the battle. King Guang of Zhou was attacked by someone at this time. The biggest beneficiary Zhao Heng naturally has to be seriously suspected. After all, something happened to King Guang of Zhou, and Zhao Heng would have two more chances of winning in the Goddess Square.

"No! Miss Qi said, it's unlikely that he is a master of Hengmen."

The first person to speak showed a meaningful feeling: "Miss Seven said that all the masters of Hengmen are still lying in the hospital, and they are not as overbearing as these killers with injuries. Zhao Heng is reluctant to throw out five such people to die. According to Miss Seven's guess, it is likely that they are from the Situ family!"

"Only the Situ family can gather such masters."

After a large number of branches were thrown into the pit, another man pinched out a cigarette and lit it: "No matter whether he is a master of the Hengmen or the Situ family, everyone has been killed by Zhou Gongfeng. This not only proves that the enemy's deployment was defeated, but also shows that Zhao Heng will definitely die in the decisive battle tonight."

"Zhou Gongfeng has not taken action for more than ten years, and he did not expect to be invincible as soon as he took action."

More than ten meters away from the casual conversation between the five people, a middle-aged man in green clothes was squatting. He quietly listened to the conversation of Zhou's guards: "Yes, Zhou Gongfeng is so awesome. To be honest, I didn't see clearly that the five people entered the house, nor did I see the worshipper take action."

One person distributed the cigarette to his companion and said, "After only a few low shouts and screams, there were five more corpses in the worship house. He heard from the brothers who cleaned up the scene that these five people were considered first-class masters. At least fifteen sword marks were found in the house, which means they made three moves on average."

He swept through the covered corpse in the pit, spit out a thick smoke and smiled: "It's a good idea for those who can use three moves in front of Zhou Gongfeng. Unfortunately, they met an invincible god. No matter how powerful they are, they will eventually become the bones under Zhou Gongfeng's feet. Zhao Heng is destined to be a crushing defeat tonight."

"No, I will definitely die!"

Another man patted the grass clippings on his body and replied: "Miss Seven made a bet with Zhao Heng. No matter whether he won or lost, she would marry Zhao Heng unconditionally. Miss Seven certainly didn't want to marry, and Zhou would not recognize Zhao Heng as her son-in-law, so Zhao Heng must die in the ring tonight."

"yes!"

His companion nodded and agreed: "Zhao Heng must die! This kid owes us too much blood debt, and he dares to join forces with the mafia to fight back. Even the butler of Wu was killed by him with rockets, and Wu Baobao was even more devastated by them. Where can the two sides have room for peace talks?"

The man who spoke first bounced the cigarette butt and patted his companion on the shoulder: "Okay, stop talking, go back, so as not to be found out by Miss Seven, we will be lazy later. At that time, it will be difficult to save our lives. Have you seen more than ten guards almost beheaded by Miss Seven?"

The other four nodded and then quickly evacuated the pit.

When their figures disappeared, the middle-aged man in green clothes quickly slipped to the corpse. He first looked around and stroked five ruined faces with gloves. The disfigurement made people unable to see their facial features and outlines, and then covered their identity and origin.

These people are undoubtedly dead soldiers, otherwise it would be difficult to do such a feat. The middle-aged man also took their weapons to check. Five extremely sharp but extremely ordinary thin knives. The only thing that made the middle-aged man's eyes light up slightly was the fleeting blue light on the sharp blade, which was extremely poisonous!

Based on his own experience, he judged that these toxins were almost blood-sealed tortoises, and he couldn't help but sigh that the five men in black were determined to die. He didn't know who was going to attack King Guang of Zhou. He searched the bodies of the five people carefully but still had no clues. It was obvious that they deliberately concealed themselves.

To a certain extent, this deliberate intention can not only conceal the master behind them, but also make people think of the biggest beneficiary Zhao Heng invisibly. The middle-aged man inexplicably smelled a breath of conspiracy, but when he thought about it carefully, there was no need to frame the mastermind behind the scenes. After all, Zhao Heng will soon be in a decisive battle.

Whether it is life or death will not take long to see the difference.

The middle-aged man, who was ineffective in thinking and unable to find the clue, was about to get up and leave. He originally intended to come and have a few moves with King Guang of Zhou. Now that the man in black is disrupting the situation, Zhou's defense is definitely tight. When he breaks in, he is afraid that it will be difficult to get out, but he just glances at a trace of blood when he gets up.

His body shook slightly, and he bent down again to pick up one of the swords. What the middle-aged man had just seen was not dazzled. The blade of a thin knife did have invisible blood. His eyes instantly narrowed, turned his head to examine the injuries of the five men in black, all of which were broken and died of throats.

The middle-aged man sighed: "God loves you!"

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