Rebirth of the Evil Life

The final of the World Cup in Germany was held at the Berlin Olympic Stadium. The two sides of the final were France against Italy. This is in line with a World Cup rule. As long as the World Cup is held in this continent, the team in this continent will inevitably win the World Cup. Of course, with the exception of the 2002 World Cup in Korea and Japan, Brazil won the championship, not the Asian team. However, this rule has always prevailed in Europe and the American continent. When the European continent hosts the World Cup, it must be the European team winning the championship, and the Americas hosting the World Cup must also be the American team winning.

In this World Cup, two European teams from Italy and France entered the World Cup, which has already verified this law. It's just that who won the championship in the end is still undecided. Italy's state is very good. After rushing out of the group stage, the better and better, the French state has been bursting all the way, and it is invincible. Who will win the championship in the end?

"Lin, how about today's final? Are you still playing?" Suleiman walked over with a smug expression, "I want to bet with you today, dare you dare to bet?"

Lin Feng curled his lips. This guy is really not afraid of death.

"Well, what do you want to bet on?" Lin Feng stopped at the entrance of the box and looked at Sulaiman. In this final, a penalty kick was the final victory. Within 90 minutes, the two sides were tied. Therefore, Lin Feng is not afraid of whether Suleiman is betting on Italy or France.

"Hey, I am not betting against you who will win the finals, but betting against you—" Suleiman pointed to his stomach, "Do you think I have a mermaid line?"

Mermaid line? Lin Feng frowned.

The mermaid line is also known as the celebrity fish pattern, the official scientific name is "abdominal internal and external oblique muscles". It refers to the two v-shaped lines on both sides of the male abdomen close to the upper part of the pelvis. Because it resembles the slightly contracted form of the lower part of a mermaid, it is called Mermaid line. Da Vinci first proposed the "mermaid line" as an indicator of "beauty" and "sexy" in his painting theory. However, recently, with people's pursuit of mermaid lines, many women who love beauty and health have also posted their own mermaid lines, claiming that mermaid lines are not a physiological phenomenon unique to men.

This mermaid line. To put it simply, it is only for people with strong figures, not for fat people. This Sulaiman has a fat face, he will have a ‘mermaid line’? Lin Feng didn't believe it.

"How do you dare to bet?" Sulaiman snorted.

Lin Feng brows a few times. Normally, it is impossible for Suleiman to have a fishing line, but he bet, is there really? But it is also possible that he does not have a mermaid line, and he may deliberately deceive himself here. This is a difficult problem.

"Hey. Lin Feng, when are you such a mother-in-law? Let's talk. After all, do you gamble or not?" Sulaiman sneered.

"I said Sulaiman, you are not boring, but since you have to bet, then bet. I bet you don't!" Lin Feng frowned.

"Okay, what's the bet?" Sulaiman's eyes lit up.

"What do you want to bet on?" Lin Feng asked.

"Hey. It's very simple, you lose, and I don’t want too much. You will let Messi or Fabregas give me one, 100 million dollars, and I will buy it! If I lose. Then what player do you like, I will sell it to you at the market price." Sulaiman showed a greedy look.

Messi and Fabregas, now the hottest supernovae. His West Ham United coach Capello also coveted both of them and called Fabregas by name. As for Messi, although good, at present, West Ham United's striker still cannot accommodate Messi. With the combination of Vieri and Henry, Messi is temporarily unable to squeeze into the main lineup. Moreover, Lin Feng would never sell Messi. So Suleiman took the second place and asked for Fabregas.

Sulaiman's eager form made Lin Feng vigilant. Could it be that this guy was really hit hard by his own calling of ‘Fatty Su’ and ‘Fatty Su’, so he made up his mind to go for fitness and practiced the ‘mermaid line’? Lin Feng secretly guessed.

"How about, Lin Feng, are you gamble or not? Don't be twitchy like a maiden. You have won me so many times. Why, can't you lose even once?" Suleiman shouted.

"Boss, shouldn't this Suleiman really practice the'mermaid line", I think he seems to be not as full as before in this Arab robe, is it really slim?" Lin Chiling whispered.

Lin Feng nodded slowly. This is really possible. Sulaiman has such a strong self-esteem, he is always hit by himself, and it is not impossible to practice desperately to respond to him by developing a ‘mermaid line’. But this is only a possibility, and does not mean that it really exists. What if he deliberately tempted himself to think like this?

This airtight Arab robe completely covered Suleiman's body, unable to see the mystery inside. It's hard to guess.

auzw.com"Why, Lin Feng, what do you say? Are you saying I have a mermaid line or no mermaid line? Guess!" Suleiman hummed, "I'll be honest Let me tell you, I have already developed a mermaid line!"

This time, it is even harder to guess. Lin Chiling looked left and right, she couldn't see whether Sulaiman had a mermaid line. Who knows whether he has a fat belly under his Arabian robe, or a belly of tendon meat and six-pack abdominal muscles?

"Boss, what should I do? I can't guess the best." Lin Chiling suggested. At this time, it's hard to guess, so it's better not to guess. After all, the initiative is completely in the hands of Suleiman. In this gambling game, losing money is a small matter, but losing face is a big deal. This Sulaiman lost to Lin Feng so many times and was humiliated so many times. Once this is about to win, Sulaiman's face can be imagined. It must be triumphant, beaming, and ridiculing Lin Feng.

"Yes, Lin Feng, if you are afraid of losing, you'd better not bet. You are a general who wins this time, but your reputation is ruined, so I think you, don't bet, it will ruin your reputation." Sulaiman said strangely.

Lin Chiling gritted her teeth. This Suleiman is really hateful. It's shameless!

"Well, Lin Feng, I don't think you should bet anymore. Your reputation as a victorious general is hard to come by. It will be a pity to lose." Sulaiman said.

Lin Feng smiled.

"Sulaiman, don’t worry, if I really don’t bet, you will be disappointed. Besides, for me, since I can beat you so many times, I will definitely continue to beat you this time. I bet you don’t. 'The Mermaid Line'. But if I win, I don't want your players. I can't look down on your players. My Spurs are already the Triple Crown. Is there a better player than me!" Lin The wind said proudly.

"Humph, what are you gambled on?" Sulaiman hummed, but he was extremely happy in his heart. Mermaid line, hey, mermaid line.

"It's very simple. I want to win. You can introduce me to the many rich people in Arabia. And today." Lin Feng said.

Arab rich? Sulaiman frowned slightly, and suddenly understood.

"Lin Feng, you are short of money and want to borrow money from these rich Arabs?" Suleiman smiled, "As long as you can win, I will definitely recommend you. If there are no rich Arabs, the Abu Dhabi consortium under my control, I can also lend you money. US$80 billion is nothing to the Abu Dhabi Consortium. As long as you can win, I will lend you.” Suleiman said triumphantly.

The Abu Dhabi consortium is a super consortium that controls more than US$500 billion in cash. This is a consortium composed of many Arab super-rich. Suleiman is the person in charge. As for Mansour, from the royal family of the United Arab Emirates, although becoming Harmandan’s brother-in-law did not allow him to obtain much assets from Dubai, the funds of Mansour’s own family alone were enough to bring the world down.

You know, Hamad, a collateral uncle of the Mansour family, is over 60 years old with the blood of the UAE royal family in his body. He is bored and spends a lot of money on a private beach and ordered the workers to give his name. Engraved on the beach, each of the five letters "hamad" has a height of 1 kilometer and a span of two miles. Satellites far beyond the earth can clearly photograph this private signature. From the perspective of satellites, it has become one of the landmarks of the earth.

A sideline is so rich to so boring, you can think of Mansour's net worth. Therefore, Suleiman's promise is quite exciting. As long as he lends money, Lin Feng's "money shortage" can be resolved in that instant. But this premise is that Lin Feng must be the winner. If Lin Feng was the loser, there would be no way. In the end, Sulaiman would ridicule him.

"Boss, are you sure to win?" Lin Chiling whispered. She was worried inside. This was an opportunity to solve the current crisis, but the problem was that she didn't know whether Lin Feng would win. If you don't win, it would be really regrettable.

"Okay, you help me prepare some food, the most commonly eaten Germans will be brought to the box later." Lin Feng commanded, then looked at Sulaiman, "Sulaiman, since it has been It’s a gambling, then I don’t mind coming to gambling on football by the way."

"Haha, it's interesting, that's interesting. Okay, come to my box, Mansour and Crown Prince Tamim are here." Suleiman waved to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng winked at Lin Chiling, and then followed Suleiman to his box.

"Hi, Mr. Lin, we meet again. Without President Gaddafi today, we can get close." Crown Prince Tamim said with joy.

With Gaddafi, he was uncomfortable. The name Gaddafi represents trouble in the Arab world and is a curse. This middle-aged man in white clothes is a bane. Wherever I go, where is the evil. The entire Arab world was turned upside down by him alone. Of course, in Africa, Gaddafi used his gold dollar to get all African brothers on his side. Unfortunately, money cannot move the Arab brothers.

"Mr. Lin, I think we can get to know each other today." Mansour said blankly.

"Okay, everyone, let's have fun today." Suleiman clapped his hands and laughed.