Legend of the Fantasy World -Chapter Twenty -three Sky
In the next few days, Yue Yingfeng during the day or meditation cultivation in Ran Xueqi's nest, or went to the decoration real estate he was scheduled to supervise the decoration work. At night, he accompanied Ran Xueqi to dine, and then follow Wang Rundong.
The call of the driver brought the middle -aged driver over and went to the underground boxing field for one or two hours.
There are a lot of audiences in the underground boxing field, and no one noticed what the origin of this white robe boy is, and no one is interested in what the white robe is to do.
Then Yue Yingfeng had been several times in the underground boxing field, many people who had seen him looked curiously and looked at him with hesitation.
Some audiences of the boxing field noticed that this white robe boy returned from the underground boxing field every night, and was guided by the boxer administrator Qingfeng to leave the boxing field from the silver -grade VIP passage.
They are all people who have made a lot of money, at least 100,000 yuan.
In fact, the whole boxing field not only this time the painful audience noticed Yue Yingfeng's winning percentage. The most concerned about him is still the staff of the boxing field.
Then, then, then
After a few days, Yueyingfeng has taken millions of banknotes from the underground boxing field. Although it is not worth mentioning for the entire boxing field, it is not a small number. Qingfeng found that Yue Yingfeng came to the boxing field again.
Later, he immediately ordered his men to help watch the field, and hurriedly ran to the office where the leader was.
"Boss, the white robe boy you let me follow again, I'm afraid he will let him take a lot of banknotes tonight." Qingfeng lowered his head and respectfully.
"Ah, no, Qingfeng knows the mistakes, Qingfeng will deal with this matter, and will not disappoint the identity of the administrator." Qingfeng sweaty, her legs were soft, and they almost knelt down.
"What are you doing here? I want me to drink tea?"
Half a hundred old people hummed, and the upper strength that had been developed for many years was almost weak. The cold sweat on his forehead became stronger and stronger. It was immersed in his eyelashes and almost made him unable to open his eyes.
However, if the old man's words are the amnesty of the emperor, it is almost a small office of the decoration.
Qingfeng came to the desk of the management platform, and the two men standing on the side immediately reported to him, and his voice trembled a little: "Brother Feng, you leave these dozens of minutes, and the white robe boy has a bet.
Your instructions, we dare not play black fists, and was won by him again. "
"1.98 million, a one -five -fold, that is to say, he won 990,000 this time." Qingfeng's men carefully calculated and answered immediately.
"Tile, this god is generally accurate, no, and the boss will definitely abolish me in this way. When I get a job tonight ... this ... like this ..." Qingfeng attached to the ears of the two men, and his eyes kept his eyes continued.
The ground flashed with the light of yin.
After listening to Qingfeng's words, the surprised expression on his face flickered, and he nodded immediately.
After a while, Qing Mang, the administrator under the west of the underground boxing field, ran over, and looked at Qingfeng from a distance: "Brother Feng, there is a problem, this white soul is fighting against the war, there is a white soul, there is a white, there is a white, there is a white soul, there is a white soul, there is a white soul, there is a white soul, there is a white soul, there is a white soul, there is a white soul, and there is a white soul. There is a white soul.
The robe boy smashed Lin Mo's two million banknotes, and then the audience also followed him. So far, Lin Mo's value has reached 150 million, and the white soul has not been to him alone.
What to do? "
"Huh, God, tell Bai Soul, this time we must win the aura of victory, so that these blind guys have no return." Qingfeng sneered.
"No, you know the strength of Baihun, he is not Lin Mo's opponent at all." Qing Mang frowned.
"This is easy to do, you go to Lin Mo now, let him deliberately lose to Baihun. The amount of winning the victory remitted him 5 %." Qingfeng did not matter.
"Can't do it." This sentence is not green, but a young man who is not loudly leaned over. He is the person in charge of the end of the south.
Qingfeng and Qing Mang looked at him in doubt.
"Lin Mo is a diner of the Nangong family. He does not return to our underground boxing field management, and he is so foolish. Under the arrangement of the Nangong family, he will not cooperate with us to play black boxing." Qingyuan explained.
The two couldn't help but silently, and their brows were twisted directly into Sichuan characters, and they had three minutes of hour at the beginning of the game. The odds set by the boxing field were not changed by them.
"No, you can't let this nod. If the white soul really can't win, then the amount we need to pay for the boxing field is 75 million!" Qingfeng said helplessly, anxious.
According to the data that Qingyuan came to report, Lin Mo's value rose unabated. When the start of the competition, I am afraid that it will exceed the 300 million mark.
The boss knows that the person in charge of the bet in their four positions will be buried.
Qingfeng took a deep breath, nodded with Qingyuan, raised his hand around his neck to scratch, Qingyuan immediately cared, turned and left the fist.
Yue Yingfeng's spiritual power sitting on the VIP audience has always paid attention to the movements of Qingfeng and others. Although they couldn't hear what they were talking about, they observed the gestures of Qingfeng Bybi, and immediately understood that the game would not be able to go on.
The audience's thoughts were very serious. They also knew about Yue Yingfeng's bet on Yue Yingfeng, but Yue Yingfeng couldn't understand, why don't you have such a good opportunity to play black boxing?
You can put this hundreds of millions of banknotes into your own pocket.
These thoughts were just fleeting in Yueying Maple's mind. The departure of Qingyuan attracted great attention, and followed Qingyuan without moving.
Walking through the underground martyrdom for nearly two bells, go back and forth to go back and forth, and then turn around more than a dozen corners, and then follow Qingyuan to enter a room with white lights.
After the spirit of Yue Yingfeng was swept in, the situation in the room was immediately displayed in front of the eyes.
According to the furniture layout in it, it should be a lounge. There is a set of high -end soft sofas inside, and several leather cushions are covered on the ground. It is generally used to practice meditation.
The sandbag.
After Qingyuan entered the lounge, he observed it with calmly. After finding no one inside, he immediately took a pack of white powder from his pocket and carefully poured into the warm water bottle placed in the coffee table.
Then shake it well.
"Squeeze" a loud noise, but the wooden door of the rest room made a noise. It should be someone who walked over to the lounge. Qingyuan immediately jumped quickly and hid behind the door door when he arrived quickly.
Because the wooden door in the lounge is connected to a two -meter -long corridor, even if the person comes faster, the situation in the lounge is also a dead end of sight, so it gives Qingyuan enough to hide the figure.
Yue Yingfeng's spiritual power found that a handsome young man came in from the wooden door, about thirty years old, facing Fang Zhengzheng, no sadness and no joy, his forehead was slightly protruding, but it was an excellent constitution of cultivation martial arts.
Wearing a simple gray practice suit, a Mo character embroidered with a red needle line on the shoulders.
"Huh? Is he Lin Mo? This administrator wants to be poisoned by Lin Mo? Isn't Lin Mo a person in the underground boxing field? Don't listen to their boxing fields to play black boxing?" Yue Yingfeng was shocked. These thoughts were immediately.
Climbing up his heart, he hesitated, and he didn't know if he should be rescued.