2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The audience around the ring was excited. Although they couldn't understand what was happening, the underdog's desperate comeback is always a dramatic part that everyone loves to watch.

Amidst the carnival of the gamblers, Zhang Xixue noticed that the cunning and greedy man next to him didn't seem happy, with his brows furrowed and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"You don't want him to win?"

"Ah... huh?" The squirrel reacted and looked to the side, with an exaggerated smile on his face: "How is that possible?"

Zhang Xixue narrowed her eyes and stared at him: "That's not what you looked like just now."

"I was so shocked. To be honest, I was almost in despair. I really didn't expect that he could win." Gray Rat explained nonchalantly as he jumped onto the ring and walked towards Yan Mu with a big smile. Behind Yun, he raised a hand:

"You are so awesome, I..."

"If you dare to pat this hand off, I will send you to the emergency room." Yan Muyun turned around, his dark eyes behind the mask as cold as water.

Almost every piece of skin on his body was taken care of by the phantom. At this time, his whole body was sore and painful. If someone slapped it hard with a weak hand, the pain he would endure would be comparable to that of cutting flesh.

"Haha, I didn't think carefully." Squirrel retracted his hand and scratched the back of his head.

Zhang Xixue also walked onto the ring at this time and took the initiative to lend him a hand.

"My injury is not that serious. I can still walk on my own." Yan Muyun was a little embarrassed.

However, Zhang Xixue did not reply, but silently helped him walk down the stairs.

The squirrel following behind the two men had already put away its flattering smile, and its thin cheeks were tense, not knowing what it was thinking.

Amid the cheers and awed gazes of the gamblers, the three of them left the venue and went to the guest lounge on the second floor.

...

Yan Muyun put a towel wrapped in ice on his face, and his mouth shuddered with air-conditioning: "Hiss...Am I completely different now?"

"You can tell he's a human being." Zhang Xixue calmly gave the most appropriate answer.

Yan Muyun's face was now bruised and red, and his eyes were as black as a national treasure. To say that he could tell he was a real person was a bit flattering.

But fortunately, Phantom seemed to have the mentality of playing tricks on him before, and all the injuries he caused were flesh and blood wounds, and there were no real injuries.

"Then what, what if he dies?" Yan Muyun had long lost the scornful aura he had on the ring just now, and his expression was very timid.

I woke up after sleeping for thirty years, and I didn't want to go to jail and waste a few more years.

"As long as he is still breathing when he ends, it will be no problem." Zhang Xixue glanced at him and added: "And you didn't consciously want to kill anyone. Even if Phantom died on the spot today, it was his own fault. This is Peach Blossom Spring. I still have some flexibility.”

"Then I'll be relieved." Yan Muyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, how did you defeat him in the end?" Zhang Xixue asked.

"He seemed to have overused his ability and his foot slipped. As a result, I hit him by mistake..." Yan Muyun told a little lie, but it was not because he wanted to hide anything, but because even he himself didn't Know exactly what happened.

Zhang Xixue glanced at him but said nothing.

In fact, when Phantom slipped and hit Yan Muyun's arm, he immediately began to pull back and even acted as a buffer to help stabilize his hand.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, Phantom's head and body might have been separated.

Thinking of this, Yan Muyun's expression became a little strange.

fast reaction? Can the state I entered really be explained by just three words: "quick response"?

As his heartbeat continued to accelerate, there was a faint burning feeling deep in his eyes, and the entire world in his field of vision seemed to slow down. Then I found that my consciousness could keep up with the speed of the phantom, and my movements could barely keep up...

Maybe it’s because I’m an A latent gene warrior and my specialization includes speed, so I entered that state when my adrenaline was soaring.

Yan Muyun felt that his head was a little swollen and painful. He shook his head and gave a hastily given reason that he could explain and stopped thinking about it.

As for Phantom asking himself if he was Dai Zhitong before, Yan Muyun didn't understand why he said that. And now that the other party has been sent to the emergency room by his own hands, he probably won't be able to answer this question.

Now that I think about it, maybe Phantom saw his eyes were bloodshot and red, so he was deliberately sarcastic.

The door to the living room was opened, and the chinchilla sneaked in like a thief.

"Did you get the third-level gold card?" Zhang Xixue looked at him coldly.

"Of course." Squirrel laughed dryly, took out a finely crafted golden magnetic card from his suit pocket, and presented it with both hands.

Yan Muyun grimaced in pain while pretending to be casual and asked, "I remember you said that if I help you win this battle, you give me half of the bet."

The corner of Squirrel's mouth twitched, and he forced a smile on his face: "Oh, actually, it's mainly business dealings with the company, this kind of thing..."

"It would be nice to convert this kind of thing into cash in equal amounts, wouldn't it?" Yan Muyun wanted to grin with a gentle smile, but his face turned ferocious because of the wound.

The squirrel shuddered and gritted his teeth and said: "I paid a lot for this gold card in exchange for it. This must be recorded in your account."

"No problem." Yan Muyun said happily.

"After deducting that part, there are about 200,000 left." Squirrel's face looked a little embarrassed.

"So few?" Yan Muyun was shocked: "You have a company under your name anyway, but you bet someone for over one million and you're going to go bankrupt?"

"Poor management, poor management." Squirrel smiled apologetically and whispered: "And things like gold cards are not something you can get with money. It really took a lot of effort for me to borrow them... ."

Yan Muyun helplessly held up his forehead: "Okay, actually two hundred thousand seems to be a lot, but it's just a bit different from my psychological expectations."

For newly graduated college students who have not yet received a salary, this first bucket of metal in life is indeed very rich.

It's just that Yan Muyun originally thought that the bet between these big bosses would be in the hundreds of millions, if not tens of millions. If he succeeded, he would be able to get at least a million, but he didn't expect that this guy in front of him had already gotten into it. This is the end of the road.

The squirrel didn't play tricks anymore and honestly spent the entire 200,000 yuan.

Yan Muyun suddenly raised his head: "Didn't you just say two hundred thousand?"

The gray rat showed no sign of weakness: "Didn't you just say that two hundred thousand is not a lot?"

Yan Muyun was so angry that he almost laughed. He had to be more cautious when bargaining with this guy who fell into the money trap. A word game was played on him accidentally.

Seeing the determined expression of sacrificing one's life for justice on the other person's face, Yan Muyun sighed and did not intend to argue with him anymore. Instead, he looked at the girl beside him who had been silent for a long time with a guilty conscience: "Well, does this count for me? Illegal gains? Do you want to hand them over to the state?"

"It doesn't count. You earned it through your own efforts." Zhang Xixue shook her head.

"That's good, that's good." Yan Muyun breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Xixue's dark eyes turned to stare at the squirrel: "You help him pay the taxes he needs to pay on this part of his income."

Seeing that the other party had reached under his skirt and was about to take out a gun, Squirrel nodded hurriedly: "Hand it, hand it, of course I have to hand it over. A good law-abiding citizen like me will never forget to hand it over if I forget anything." Tax."

"I must treat you to dinner after the mission is over." Yan Muyun was moved to tears.

"I remember." Zhang Xixue blinked, seeming to have regained her usual girl-next-door appearance.