My lord is a demon again

Chapter 641 Unspoken rules?
But at this moment, a voice cautiously sounded next to them: "You two gang leaders, I'm afraid you don't quite understand it? I just found out just now that the boss ordered me to discard the signed ball, mainly to give everyone some choice."

Zhaoyun didn't need to look back to know that it was Hua Mubai, so he asked, "A choice? Since it is a lottery, why is there a choice?"

That Hua Mubai chuckled, and said, "Please take a look, Chief."

Zhao Yun looked in the direction he pointed, and couldn't help being taken aback!
Khan, what are those guys doing?Are you nervous?

I saw that dozens of gang leaders and heads kept jumping and running after catching the paper balls, and those paper balls kept rolling in the air, being caught, and then thrown out again.

Sikong Luo understood now, and said: "It turns out that everyone is self-aware and wants to get a number that matches their abilities..."

Zhaoyun didn't understand even more, shook his head and said, "I don't understand, what do you mean?"

Hua Mubai said with a smile: "The vice-guild leader is right, high-level players usually choose higher numbers, so that their opponents will be relatively stronger, with equal strength, and they will be challenging. So if the number they get is too low, they will throw it out again and continue to pick.”

Zhaoyun laughed dumbly and said, "If that's the case, wouldn't it be even more bullshit? Just send them the number of what level they want, why waste your energy jumping up and down?"

Hua Mubai said: "Governor Yun doesn't know something. If you openly ask them what number they want, they will definitely ask for a high-level number, because if they call a low-level number, they will feel that they will lose face, and choose openly and secretly. The key is to save everyone’s face and allow them to choose the level number they want.”

"The key?" Sikong Luo said with a smile: "If you can't choose the level you want all the time, wouldn't you want to dance endlessly?"

Hua Mubai said: "No, look, half of the stick of incense over there has been burned, and when the time for one stick of incense is over, you can no longer throw the ball. Can you find the ticket you want? It depends on your own ability."

"Alas..." Zhao Yun sighed, simply sat down on the teacher's chair in the corner, closed his eyes and meditated.

Sikong Luo looked at those people who kept fighting and looking for a number suitable for his own level, and felt amused in his heart, secretly thinking that face is really harmful to others and himself.

The time of half a stick of incense passed by in a flash, and when Zhao Yun was awakened by the patting, he happened to see Sikong Luo walking over slowly and picking up a small ball of paper that was left on the ground.

When he opened it, he saw that the number was 47, and there were only 48 gangs participating in the competition. He actually drew 47. His luck was really not ordinary.

Because in this way, he can carefully watch the competition in front of the ring, so as to determine the talents to be discovered.

"Hey, what happened? What number did you pick up?"

Sikong Luo said: "47."

"47? No way, such good luck?" Zhao Yun couldn't help thinking to himself: Sure enough, low-level numbers are despised, and everyone in the martial arts thinks highly of themselves.

At this moment there were still two small balls of paper on the ground, Hua Mubai went to pick one up, opened it to have a look, walked to Zhaoyun and said with a smile, "Mine is 48."

"Your?" Sikong Luo said with some disdain: "Can you represent the Hengshan faction?"

(End of this chapter)