The Super Soldier King in the City

Zhao Feipeng took these things and said with a smile: "Junior Brother, do you have to bite the dealer to death?"

"Anyway, this silly boy has money, leave him alone!" The junior said with a smile: "This is a win, it is a hundred cars. When I go back, one person will give two cars, and everyone will play together!"

"Hahaha..."

Everyone laughed constantly, as if this game had already been won. They are not worried about Su Yang not honoring it, because Su Yang is one of the owners of this hidden dragon villa, how could it not honor it?

While the people below were still tentatively placing a bet, Huang Yang came down with a pile of money and patted directly in front of Su Yang: "One million, he won't kneel down and beg for mercy. Also, this car is also on , Kid, do you dare to pick it up?"

Su Yang smiled faintly, and said: "It's okay, don't say escorting the car, you **** the house to the wife, I will take it all!"

"Brother Yang..." Wang Hao yelled in a low voice, his face worried. Because it may be possible to defeat the opponent, but how could it be possible to let the opponent kneel and beg for mercy?

"It's okay!" Su Yang smiled lightly and turned to the others: "Is anyone else betting?"

The rich second generation finally stood up, and seeing so many people betting, he was sure that Su Yang was not a lie. And this time, it is set to win, of course he will not miss the opportunity.

"You are rich!" The rich second generation walked to Su Yang and sneered: "However, this will soon become the past tense. Come, I bet three million, he will not kneel down and beg for mercy. My new car, a Porsche Cayenne bought for 1.7 million, is also on the table. Boy, if I win, you have to pay me at least 400 million!"

Everyone is discolored, four billion, is this a small number?

"Haha..." Su Yang smiled lightly: "I thought you would bet a little bit more for a rich man like you, only four or five million, tusk tusk, I really overestimate you!"

The rich second generation's complexion changed suddenly and said angrily: "Boy, you are so bold. Okay, wait, I'll go and collect a sum of money. Then, don't cry and let Lao Tzu forgive you. !"

The rich second generation ran out. Not long after, he ran back in a hurry, put a check on the table, and said, "Ten million, he won't kneel down and beg for mercy. Boy, wait for your death!"

"This is decent!" Su Yang smiled lightly and turned to everyone: "Is there anyone else betting? If no one is betting, it's a fight!"

"I'm going down! I'm going down!"

Everyone yelled and ran over to place bets. There are tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands, and those who can come here to watch the game are not poor.

Lin Qingru and Liao Yuxuan hid among the crowd. Liao Yuxuan found a friend of his own and asked him to help himself with a million.

Lin Qingru also gave people half a million. She looked at Su Yang viciously and said in a low voice: "Su Yang, this time, I want you to drag the Hou family down. I see if the Hou family will give it to you in the future. You support it!"

Almost everyone at the scene placed a bet, except for those on the Destiny Budo. Firstly, they are relatively poor, secondly, they have to support their own people anyway, although they don't think that Bingge will kneel down and beg for mercy!

"Hey, you can order it too." Su Yang looked at the Destiny Martial Artists and said, "Or he would kneel down and beg for mercy when you get down, how about one thousand?"

These people looked at each other, and finally, Wang Hao on the ring said loudly: "I am going to be one hundred and thirty-six!"

"Hahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter, and the rich second generation said: "One hundred and thirty-six? Such a precise number, isn't it all your money? Hahaha, Wang Hao, you don't plan to keep some Do you want to go back by bus? If you lose, you can go back soon?"

"I won't lose!" Wang Hao roared with a stubborn neck. Although he was not confident in his heart, he was going to endure it anyway.

Wang Hao's words drove the people of Destiny Martial Arts, and everyone came to place bets. There are under three hundred, there are under five hundred, anyway, no more than 1,000, mainly because they have no money.

A boy wearing glasses took out eight hundred yuan from him, obviously hesitant.

"Hey, stop making trouble." A classmate next to him whispered, "This is a scholarship you have saved for a long time. Don't you want to buy a cell phone for your brother when he gets married? What if you Lost it. When your brother got married, what did you buy for him?"

The glasses boy took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "My brother won't blame me if I can't buy a mobile phone. However, if I don't support Su Yang or Wang Hao today, others will only look down upon us in the Seventh Middle School!"

The boy in glasses ran over and bet all the eight hundred dollars.

"Oh, this money is crumpled. How long has it been hidden in your body?" A yellow-haired young man sneered next to him. "Couldn't it be the pocket money you saved for several years? Hey, three good students, I persuade you You should take the money back. It’s not easy for you to save this little money. It’s worth 800 yuan, which is enough to buy half of my sneakers. Don’t you feel bad about it?”

Everyone around suddenly burst into laughter, and most of the people at the scene were from wealthy families. It is usually hundreds or thousands, which is nothing to them. However, for the few people on the Destiny Martial Arts side, this is not a small number!

The glasses boy gritted his teeth and stared: "You should think about yourself first, and he will really kneel down and beg for mercy in a while. What can you do with so much money!"

"What you're talking about is simply impossible!" Huang Fa sneered: "Why, do you think Chen Bing will lose? Okay, should we take an off-court bet on whether Chen Bing will kneel and beg for mercy?"

The boy with glasses looked somber and whispered: "I know you have money, but you don't need to use money to press me. Anyway, I am the one who supports our Seventh Middle School!"

"Don't worry, I won't use money to crush you!" Huang Fa smiled and said, "We don't gamble, so if Chen Bing kneels down to beg for mercy in a while, then I lose. I will kneel down and give you three beeps. See you later. Until you walk around."

"But, if Chen Bing didn't kneel down and beg for mercy, then you would lose, and so would you, kneel down and give me three beeps, how about? You guys in the Seventh Middle School are so dragged, dare you dare to bet?"

The face of the boy with glasses suddenly changed, and his yellow hair was simply irritating him. In fact, this time, the glasses boy did not hold any hope. However, now that things have happened, he can be regarded as an arrow on the string. If he doesn't gamble, it would be a shame!

"Don't bet with him..." the classmate next to him whispered.

"You can listen to your classmate's advice. Anyway, your Seventh Middle School is rich in waste, we are all used to it." Huang Fa laughed.

"You nonsense!" The boy with glasses gritted his teeth and said loudly: "I bet with you!"

"Hello!" The student next to him was startled: "Are you crazy?"

Huang Fa immediately smiled: "Okay, everyone has heard it. He promised to bet with me. Please give me a testimony later. If he doesn't kneel and beg for mercy, then he can't forgive him!"

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