The Best Physiognomist

Jin Sanzhou KTV, in front of the ring in the basement!

"Boy, you asked for this!"

He Jiechen, who was not as knowledgeable as Xiao Yu, mistakenly thought that the gray sword that Jiang Fengye had in his hand was a magic trick.

So, after putting away his inner shock, he quickly retreated behind the security guard of the karaoke bar, and then ordered with a crazy look in his eyes.

"Shoot, beat this kid into a hornet's nest, beat him into a sieve!"

As He Jiechen's command fell, more than 30 heavy weapons immediately sprayed out fire dragons, heading straight for Jiang Fengye and Rongrong standing in front of the counter.

"Stand behind me and don't move!"

After reaching out to pull Rongrong behind him and admonishing him, Jiang Fengye directly swung the sword to form a sword net, covering him and Rongrong together.

"Bang, bang, bang...!"

Accompanied by continuous crisp collisions, the sword net formed by the sword knocked all the bullets away.

One minute later!

As the magazines gradually ran out of bullets, He Jiechen, more than 30 karaoke bar security guards, and all the audience at the scene found it unbelievable.

Nearly a thousand rounds of bullets were fired, not to mention that Jiang Fengye and Rongrong were shot into a swarm, and even their clothes and hair were not damaged at all.

Originally, the moment she heard the gunshots, Rongrong had already closed her eyes and prepared to accept death.

But until the moment the gunshots ended, she still didn't feel the slightest pain, which made her feel very confused and couldn't help but open her eyes.

When she saw the bullets piled up at her feet and the broad shoulders in front of her like Mount Tai, a shock that struck her heart immediately made her eyes reveal an infatuated look.

If it weren't for the fact that the conflict at the scene had not ended yet, she really wanted to hug Jiang Fengye tightly from behind and carefully feel the warmth brought by the broad shoulders.

After looking at He Jiechen without any emotion, Jiang Fengye waved the sword in his hand and performed a sword technique with stars, instantly destroying more than 30 heavy weapons. This also frightened more than 30 karaoke bar security guards who were holding heavy weapons and collapsed to the ground.

Even three of the less courageous security guards were frightened to the point of peeing their pants, and one simply fainted with foam at the mouth.

Walking to He Jiechen who was also collapsed on the ground, Jiang Fengye pointed the tip of the sword at his forehead and asked indifferently.

"Follow my instructions just now, continue to arrange the next six games, and prepare 100 million bonuses and 200 million gambling funds in advance."

"I, I, I am just a working front desk manager. I am not qualified to arrange the next game, let alone the huge sum of 300 million."

Feeling the gloomy chill emanating from the tip of the sword, He Jiechen, who was infinitely afraid, replied with a trembling voice and subconsciously glanced at the location of the luxury room.

He Jiechen's instinctive reaction immediately made Jiang Fengye's eyes flash with a trace of thought.

Then, he closed his eyes and mobilized his mind to leave the sea of ​​consciousness, quickly scanning the direction that He Jiechen had just looked at.

When his mind returned to the sea of ​​consciousness, Jiang Fengye turned around suddenly and mobilized the gray energy in his dantian to perform a move to split Huashan.

Then, a tangible gray sword energy directly split a wall made of reinforced concrete and red heart bricks thirty meters away.

Then, from the middle of the split wall, everyone at the scene saw a luxurious room.

At this time, on the soft sofa in the luxurious room, Qing Biao looked ahead with a look of astonishment.

At this moment, on the coffee table in front of the sofa, there were boxes of banknotes, gold, jewelry and diamonds, as well as a running laptop.

"Rongrong, who is he?" Jiang Fengye raised his sword and pointed at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa and asked.

"Brother, his name is Qing Biao, he is the big boss of Jin Sanzhou KTV and the underground boxing market." Rongrong's eyes flashed with fear, and finally answered with courage.

With the Qingfeng Step coordinated by the gray energy, Jiang Fengye had already appeared in front of Qing Biao before everyone on the scene could react, and then the tip of the sword was placed on his forehead.

"Little brother, don't get excited, let's talk it over." Feeling the gloomy chill coming from the tip of the sword, Qing Biao shivered, raised his hands quickly, and asked with a flattering smile on his face.

"Arrange the next six games immediately, and prepare 100 million bonuses and 200 million gambling money in advance, otherwise, I will send you to Naihe Bridge now."

After hearing Jiang Fengye's request and threat, Qing Biao thought about it for a while, and then said in a flattering way.

"Little brother, Tank and Wolf are the strongest fighters in my team. Even they are not your opponents in one move. The remaining fighters are not worth mentioning, so the next six games are all your wins."

At this point, Qing Biao pointed to the banknotes, gold, jewelry and diamonds on the coffee table and said.

"Little brother, the cash in the two suitcases is 20 million in total, and the gold in the two suitcases is exactly 100 kilograms, which is about 30 million in market price. The remaining jewelry and diamonds are worth about 50 million, which adds up to more than 100 million, which is your prize money for winning this game."

"Okay!"

Although the specific market value of jewelry and diamonds is unknown, judging from the color and price of the jewelry Shen Luoxi usually wears, the total price of these jewelry and diamonds on the coffee table can definitely exceed 50 million.

So, facing the payment method proposed by Qing Biao, Jiang Fengye nodded to show his agreement and retracted the sharp sword against his forehead.

Without the threat of the sword tip emitting a gloomy and cold air, Qing Biao, who had been worried all the time, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But Jiang Fengye's next question made his heart tighten again.

"Qing Biao, how are you going to pay the 200 million gambling money for Rongrong?"

Looking up at Rongrong standing in front of the counter, Qing Biao, with a trace of haze in his eyes, immediately pretended to be pitiful and asked.

"Little brother, the karaoke bar and the underground boxing market seem to be very hot, but in fact the profit is far less than imagined. The banknotes, gold, jewelry and diamonds in front of me are all the wealth I have accumulated in the past few years."

"As for Miss Rongrong's 200 million gambling money, I really can't take it out."

No matter the changes in expression and tone, or the frequency of breathing and heartbeat, Jiang Fengye can see that Qing Biao's pitiful look just now is completely pretended.

So, when he was planning to use some torture to force Qing Biao to tell the truth, Rongrong suddenly ran into the room, turned around and looked at the laptop on the coffee table carefully.