Medical Sovereign

Ding Ning's concern that he was not his handsome, but that he was the only Chinese face in so many video screens, which made him curious.

After all, there are so many Western faces in the screen window, and this oriental face is so eye-catching that it's hard to miss it.

"Hi Andrea, what show is this time scheduled?"

Prince Henry lazily held a glass of red wine and asked the brown curly man.

"Prince Henry will know later, and I promise you will be satisfied."

Andrea sold a key and smiled mysteriously.

Prince Henry muttered dissatisfied: "Hopefully, otherwise I'm not interested in betting."

"I think the beauty and the beast last time were very interesting, but it was a pity that the big white beauty has become the ration of the beast."

A well-dressed short-haired western youth sighed sadly with a wine glass in his face. From the background of the video window, he should be in a luxurious European villa.

"Oh, I didn't expect Mori Gambino to have a pity for compassion."

Chinese youth spoke for the first time.

Morrie Gambino?

Ding Ning took a look at the short-haired young man in surprise, but did not expect that this guy turned out to be the son of the Italian mafia leader.

"Why? The Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty can buy the women he likes from Andrea. Couldn't I have a pity for Xiangxi to take care of me."

Morrie rolled his eyes, with a strong smell of gunpowder in his tone. It seemed that he was not very good at dealing with the Chinese youth.

Song Dynasty?

Prince?

Ding Ning became more curious about the identity of the Chinese youth. After thinking about leaving the place, he thought about a chance to ask Harry Dan what the Song Dynasty was.

The Chinese youth smiled slightly and seemed extremely educated. Instead of arguing with Morrie, he shifted the topic and said, "Morrie, don't keep betting on me this time."

"Of course, I don't believe I won't win you once."

Morrie's face was a bit ugly and unconvinced.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to your turn."

The Chinese youth took out a yellow pear wood bracelet and played with it, his tone was full of strong self-confidence.

"Hum, you will see."

Morrie was somber and hummed coldly.

"Andrea, let's get started? I'll be asleep soon."

A young Arab with a plaid turban on his head is lying on the thigh of a **** beauty, eagerly impatiently while eating the grapes that the beautiful woman feeds him.

"Prince Hillard is restless and will start soon."

Andrea smiled and appeased, turning his head and waving at the four biochemical soldiers behind him: "Ready to start."

Ding Ning glanced at the video window of the Arab youth, Prince Hillard? Could it be Hillard Bin Talal Al-Shat, known as the Prince of Petroleum? This is the owner who has an oil field in his home, and his income is more than 10,000 meters per minute.

Look at the Arabs in the other video windows. He estimated that several local tyrants in the Middle East have appeared, and the rich are really playing.

Although Ding Ning was very upset, these **** took Dad as a gladiator who entertained them, and anxious to kill Andrea immediately, but the thought of Dad came from purpose, they could only suppress it. Anger, watch it change.

The three daddy players were taken down by four biochemical fighters with their muzzles against their heads, and sent directly to the arena, unsealing their seals, waiting for the first battle.

Dr. Mason, who had never spoken, pressed the remote control, and the video window on the large screen quickly shrank. The picture in the arena was full of more than half of the screen.

Andrea's face with excitement

With a smile, he announced loudly with a microphone: "Everyone, now I officially introduce you to the first contestant tonight."

Mason pressed the remote control with great coordination, and a strange monster that Ding Ning had never seen before appeared on the big screen.

The monster had a lion-like head, but its body was very similar to a leopard, but it had no hair on its body, covered with blue-black scales, scarlet eyes, and sharp fangs exposed from the corners of its mouth, sending out orders. The terrifying horror of people.

Andrea introduced it with a passion like a host: "The first game of the carnival feasting arena is the latest product from our family laboratory-Thunder Lion Beast, which has the ability to handle thunder and lightning, sharp minions , Tough scale mail, combat effectiveness is rated as S-class. "

"S-Class? The S-Class monster was dispatched in the first fight, and there is something to watch tonight."

"I just don't know if the first game was human or beast, or beast and beast."

"Beasts vs. beasts, although they are also very visually striking, I still prefer people and beasts, so I can stimulate them."

"Andrea, don't sell the trick, let's introduce the opponent's information quickly, we can bet."

...

All the local tyrants flushed with excitement like chicken blood, and shouted. Even Helena, who was always depressed, came to her spirit, sat upright, and stared at the Thunder Lion with her cheeks. The beast looked.

"The following is a grand introduction to our players tonight, the number one player: Savages, strength players, infinitely powerful, good at close combat, strength assessment A + level."

With Andrea's introduction, a picture of a dad in animal fur appeared on the screen. His burly figure and creased scar on his face, explosive muscle mass, made everyone cheer for a while.

"Player No. 2: Hurricane, agility player, quick action, A-level strength assessment."

As the camera turned, a close-up of Uncle Xiao Wu appeared on the screen.

"No. 3 player: dry bone, comprehensive player, long range and close combat are all possible, strength assessment A level."

Andrea said frustratingly, "These three players are a fighting team. They will join forces to fight with the Thunder Lion Beast. It will be up to you to see who will die. The battle will begin in ten minutes. Note it. "

"Morley, which side do you win? I allow you to pick first."

The Chinese youth said quietly.

Morrie was also polite, and his face was cloudy and uncertain after thinking for a long time before saying: "Although all three warriors are A-level, and even A + -level warriors, Thunder Lions are S-level players, and their winning is not great. I bet Thunder lion. "

"Since you bet on the Thunder Lion, I'll bet on a human warrior, let's say, how much to bet this time."

The youth of Chinese descent is indifferent.

"I bet 30 million in the middle of the game, and I bet 70 million outside the game, dare not follow."

Morrie glanced at the video screen of the Chinese youth and said provocatively.

"Okay, seventy million is seventy million. Now transfer money."

Chinese young people picked up their laptops and started to transfer money directly.

Morrie refused to be outdone, and immediately began to transfer money.

Others immediately started betting, placing their bets on their favorite players.

This kind of gambling is extremely simple and straightforward. There is no so-called win-loss ratio, which is a one-to-one betting ratio. The number of bets invested is doubled if you win, and the money is owned by the game organizer.

Drop by drop.

Andrea's mobile phone text message kept ringing. After picking up the mobile phone and reading the text message, he said, "The bet has arrived. After the result comes out, I will pay the winner to the winner according to the agreement. Of course, the old rules, I want 10% is taken as the commission. "

As the bookmaker of the gambling game, he must not only take over the middle of the game, but also as a witness to the external gambling game to manage the funds, from

Make a tap to make money.

Ding Ning watched secretly and finally understood why Andrea had to set up such a gambling game. It was so profitable.

Those who watch the game are either rich or expensive. The bets start at ten million meters. After three games a night, Andrea can earn at least tens of millions. With good luck, earn hundreds of millions. Hundreds of millions are not impossible.

It's a pity that he is now an invisible person. Otherwise, he has to bet on Dad. Andrea doesn't know Dad's real strength, how could he not know.

S-level, haha, equivalent to the master-level strength, Dad can destroy with a finger.

Of course, since Dad came for other purposes, he certainly will not reveal his strength, and this game will inevitably be a "thrilling" victory.

Sure enough, as he expected, in the next battle, Dad's three-man battle squad, long-range melee and tacit understanding, after "hard and terrific" battle, finally "struggling" the Thunder Lion after paying a slight injury The beast was killed alive.

"Fack, why the **** yellow-skinned monkey?"

Morrie lost to the Chinese youth again, and yelled resentfully.

"Huh! Morrie, pay attention to your words. Do you want to go to war with our Song Dynasty?"

The youth of Chinese descent was sullen and angry.

"Zhao Junyu, don't use the Song Dynasty to oppress me, really when I'm afraid that you won't succeed."

Morrie said stiffly, but apparently lacking in anger and looked extremely guilty.

Zhao Junyu? A gentleman is as gentle as a jade, but he is full of temperament of this guy.

Ding Ning muttered to himself, although he did not know what the Song Dynasty was, it was not easy for the sons of the mafia chiefs to fear it.

"Apologize, otherwise, I will fight against your mafia immediately on behalf of the Song Dynasty."

Zhao Junyu was expressionless and extremely powerful.

"You ... don't bully people too much."

Murray exclaimed.

"Prince Ben never jokes, and only gives you one minute, apologize, or fight, you choose."

Zhao Junyu's face was calm, but his tone was decisive, full of the spirit of the king, and there was no room for accommodation.

The others were all playful, waiting quietly for Morrie's reply.

"Okay, okay, I apologize, it's just a joke. It doesn't mean to insult you. Is it so true?"

Morrie's face turned green and red, and he eventually chose to bow his head and apologize.

Because he was very clear in his heart, don't look at the Song Dynasty as a Chinese, but the inside story is very deep, the family is a master, such as clouds, the Mafia is not enough to look at them.

In particular, Zhao Junyu was the crown prince of the Song Dynasty. He always said that he would go to war, and that he would have the qualifications and the strength to pretend.

But despite his reputation, he was actually just one of the four heirs within the Mafia. He was a far cry from Zhao Junyu in terms of status and was not qualified to fight the Song Dynasty on behalf of the entire Mafia.

It is normal for young people to have some emotional disputes, and the elders in the clan will not take it seriously, but once Zhao Junyu is more genuine, he can't afford the responsibility of fighting the Song Dynasty.

"Although the apology is not sincere, but it is because you sent me a large sum of money. This time it is fine. If there is another time, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhao Junyu warned faintly that he wouldn't give Mo Zizi at all, making his forehead blue and bulging, and clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with resentment.

Although Ding Ning was also very happy, he was even more curious about the Song Dynasty. It seemed that it was not easy to be mixed with a group of western powers and force the son of the mafia leader to bow his head.