Zhan Changfeng thought for a moment, "For such a high-level fighter, isn't the commission he gets enough to repay the gambling equipment?"
"This man is a bit stubborn. I'm afraid he was cheated by the casino. Who knows what conditions he agreed to in the first place." Bai Tiaozi lowered his head and replied.
"Really?" Zhan Changfeng cut off Xiong Sanhu's head, tossed his sleeves and left, "You can go out after dawn."
Under the barrier, nothing happened in this tavern, standing quietly on the edge of the street.
After she had taken away half the stick of incense, the people in the lobby stood up carefully. Bai Tiaozi pushed the door open, but as expected he couldn't get out.
"What should we do now?" A man felt the second master's pulse and found that he was dead.
Bai Tiaozi knew that there were still many people here who coveted the position of being the head of the family, so he used Zhan Changfeng to scare them, "Who knows if the female devil will come back to kill her again? Let's wait until we can move freely tomorrow before making plans."
Many people kept saying yes. Besides, once the boss died, they didn't know where their treasure was hidden. We had to wait until the treasure was found to fight.
The one who was setting the abacus over there helped the round-faced girl. If you look closely, you will find that the one who was setting the abacus was very reserved, and it didn't look like he was treating his daughter at all.
But forget about the treasure, because Zhan Changfeng has already gone to get it.
Xiong Sanhu's treasure trove was buried under an abandoned courtyard in the slums. Zhan Changfeng wandered into the broken house that was already overgrown with weeds and touched an iron ring on the ground. Below it was a cellar full of stench. Under the induction of his spiritual consciousness, he
With nothing left, she jumped down and walked around in the empty, mossy cellar. She touched a mechanism and a door appeared. Behind the door was the real treasure place.
There are more than twenty spiritual weapons, five magic weapons, one magic weapon, 20 million low-grade spiritual stones, and 100,000 medium-grade spiritual stones.
You can get rich by being a robber in a casino.
But there are twists and turns, Zhan Changfeng picked up an account, this is the lifeblood of Xiong Sanhu.
Just like being an official, you can't escape the entanglement of interests no matter where you are. Shaking out the things in this account can shake up Hanxue City.
Zhan Changfeng took away everything, then returned the cellar to its original condition, cleared away the traces, and left quietly.
The moon has reached its zenith, but for the gamblers in Hanxue City, there is no difference between day and night.
Zhan Changfeng walked into the Golden Bag Gambling House, stopped a waiter casually, handed him a cloth bag, "Have your principal come to see me before dawn."
The attendant looked at the female nun in black with bewilderment as she walked towards the front hall, lowered her head and opened the bag. Suddenly, her hair stood on end, and there was a human head inside!
"Steward, steward!" The attendant ran towards the steward who was guarding the hall. His legs were almost weak. This was the first time someone dared to enter their Golden Bag Casino to cause trouble!
"What does it look like!" the white-faced steward scolded, and took the bag handed by the attendant, "You are so frizzy, if you are..."
The white-faced steward opened his eyes slightly, shook the cloth bag, and took a closer look, "Isn't this a blind bear? Who brought it here!"
"He is a foundation-building monk. He wants to see the person in charge. He just entered the first-line hall." The attendant finished in one breath.
"You didn't ask who she is and what does she want to do?"
"This I..."
The white-faced manager waved his hand impatiently, "Go and ask people to guard outside the first-line hall."
He picked up the cloth bag, thought for a while and ran to the second floor. This blind man was also a tyrant in the gambling city. He was involved in both black and white, and he died like that!
The carnival was still going on in the first-line hall, and the pointed-nosed monks were telling people to hurry up and place their bets.
Zhan Changfeng sat down in an empty seat in the back row and looked at the ten fighters on the screen. There was no Shuo Yu's name.
She waved to a waiter who was holding a wooden box for people to place bets, and the waiter came over immediately.
"Who do you want to win? They are evenly matched in this game."
"Is there a list of all the fighters?"
"Yes, one spiritual stone for one." The waiter took out a roster from the leather bag on his waist and said enthusiastically, "I also have dried spiritual fruit and meat here. They are all very cheap. Do you want some?"
"No need, can you sign up to challenge a designated person now?"
"sure."
Zhan Changfeng reported his name, and the waiter took out a life and death certificate on the spot.
"After signing the agreement, we will be able to arrange challenge sessions for you."
She took the life and death certificate and said, "I'll think about it again and get back to you later."
"Okay, you can call me anytime."
Zhan Changfeng gave him a spirit stone, bought a roster, and saw the portrait and brief introduction of Shuo Yu at the Million Level. He was a contract fighter, that is, a slave fighter, and everything about him belonged to the casino.
The image is quite consistent with the old man's description. As for whether it needs to be verified, it's just that the contract fighter is strictly controlled by the casino and is not easy to see.
Fortunately she was prepared.
There was another layer of blood in the iron prison, and the battle entered "gaochao". The spectators stood up excitedly, shouting and roaring at the top of their lungs.
The door of the first-line hall opened and closed, and Luoluo Baiyi sat down next to her, "Shouldn't fellow Taoist hand over the blind bear to the city lord's palace? Why did he bring him here?"
"Same." Zhan Changfeng handed over the roster, "You can still catch them all by sending people over now. I will use this group of people in exchange for him."
The person who came was none other than Weng Sankai’s eldest disciple, the person in charge of the Golden Bag Casino, who couldn’t afford to lose.
The name "The Man Who Can't afford to Lose" has the style of a gambler, but his appearance is more like that of a romantic and talented man, but the city is extremely cryptic. He is actually in charge of many things in Hanxue City behind his back.
Can't afford to lose looked at the portrait and said, "I don't know, Your Excellency..."
"Entrusted by others."
The man who couldn't afford to lose laughed twice and didn't ask any more questions, "This man is a million-level fighter in my casino. He conducts at least two hundred competitions a year and earns two hundred thousand yuan in each game. He also signed a ten-year agreement with the casino.
, you can earn at least 400 million, do you want to replace it with just a few heads?"
Blind Xiong's connections were indeed a major reason why the City Lord's Mansion did not dare to act rashly, but now that he is dead, their value is not that great. At most, he could only add some merit to the City Lord's Mansion.
"Your words are out of control. It depends on whether he can survive ten years." Zhan Changfeng raised the life and death sign in his hand, "My client didn't say whether he wanted to live or die.
Yeah, I personally think it’s very maneuverable, but do you think he can beat me in a life-and-death fight?"
The loser raised the corner of her mouth slightly, feeling surprised in her heart. She turned her head to take a closer look at the unattractive monk. The messy figures falling in front of her were reflected on her body. Her expression was as calm as a rock in the water in the flickering light. Look.
Not sure, and unsure of the context, "Have you been prepared?"
Zhan Changfeng said indifferently, "I just settled the accounts like you before coming in."
"..."
Zhan Changfeng took out two storage bags and said, "These belong to Xiong Sanhu and Kan Quezi. I haven't touched them. Maybe you can find something you need in them. The valuation is 100 million, is that enough?"
Need something?
Titled properties under their influence?
A stick of sweet dates, and he felt vaguely uncomfortable because he couldn't afford to lose. It was a suppressed feeling. He had not felt this way for a long time. However, from a transaction point of view, this deal was undoubtedly a good deal.
I couldn't afford to lose and took the two storage bags. As expected, the divine consciousness seals inside had not been touched. "Okay, I will arrange it after I finish this matter."
"Can you let me see him first?"
I couldn't lose and nodded, then took the storage bag and left, and sent someone to thoroughly check Xiong Xiazi's den overnight.