I have a space station

"Don't be sad, I'll lend you some after you lose," Nata said, patting him on the shoulder in encouragement.

The lackey immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

This kind of chip wasn't easy to borrow, because the price was quite high.

… …

It was obvious that Nata had changed.

He had actually started playing the usury game in the base.

He was no longer an honest child, but more like a schemer.

Digging pits for his lackeys, with no bottom line.

They had transformed a hall into a spiral racetrack with a total of 6 lanes.

The different lanes were separated by partitions, so they couldn't see each other.

There was a gate at the entrance of the racetrack.

Outside the gate, a large group of mindless Muni people were crowded together.

At the starting point inside the gate, stood six cultivators from the Nine Dragons Chamber of Commerce.

These people had all been captured and brought back by Nata and Mongka.

They wore large number plates on their bodies, corresponding to numbers 1-6 respectively.

When the signal sounded, the gate would open, and the Muni people would rush in.

These six "contestants" could choose to run, or they could choose not to run.

Anyway, 9th-level cultivators couldn't be easily killed by Muni people without special abilities.

In the end, whoever ran to the finish line first would win.

The winner would be rewarded with food, and the losers would be locked in a small dark room for 24 hours.

This punishment was indeed a bit light, but if they were all killed, there would be no more games to play.

One of the lackeys suggested that they could carry out mental punishments: wearing a green hat, dressing up as a clown.

Thus, there was the comical scene now.

Six strangely dressed contestants were standing at the starting line, as if they had just been released from a circus.

Among them, the number 2 contestant that Nata mentioned was wearing a clown suit, with his face covered in drawings and a green hat on his head. It seemed that he had already accepted many rounds of punishment.

The number 6 contestant chosen by the lackey was much cleaner. He was wearing sportswear and a green hat. This meant that he had received very few punishments, which also meant that he had a better chance of winning.

According to normal logic, the cleaner contestants would definitely run faster.

But in reality, this was not the case. Because some people were stubborn and would rather accept punishment than run.

So in the end, it was really hard to say who would win.

Outside the arena, the betting was complete.

The race began.

"Beep~"

The signal sounded, and the gate opened.

The Muni people swarmed in.

Contestant number one did not start running, but turned around and fought with the Muni people.

The 9th-level cultivator was still very fierce, with the imposing manner of one man guarding the pass, and ten thousand men unable to open it.

"Run! Run!"

The lackeys who had chosen number one outside the arena were shouting anxiously.

But number one couldn't hear them at all, and didn't seem to have any intention of running.

The contestant in lane number 2 also didn't plan to run at first, standing there without moving, and without fighting back, he was directly submerged by the Muni people.

The other four contestants had already started running.

Among them, contestant number 6 had already run out of experience and was now leading the pack.

"Go! Go!" The lackeys outside the arena who had chosen number 6 were already crazy, shouting the same slogan in unison.

Nata turned his head and looked, at least 90% of the lackeys were cheering.

This showed that there were too many people who favored number 6.

The corners of Nata's mouth curled into a wicked smile, it seemed that he was holding back some bad tricks.

"Old brother, your eyesight is not good! Number 6 is almost at the finish line, and number 2 hasn't even started running yet," Mongka said, staring at the race screen with wide eyes.

"Today I will give you a lesson, let you see what it means to be a house always wins," Nata said.

"Tch, I think you're more like a wealth distributing boy?" Mongka scoffed.

Nata didn't explain further.

He saw that when number 6 ran to 3/4 of the course, he suddenly fell down.

He fell headfirst so suddenly, without any warning.

At this time, number two was no longer entangled with the Muni people, but was running desperately towards the finish line.

Because they couldn't see each other, no one knew the situation in the other lanes.

So when contestant number 2 overtook, the other contestants didn't react at all.

"Get up! Get up!" The arena outside exploded.

He was about to win, how could he fall down?

Why didn't he fall down earlier? Why did he fall down after the race started?

Everyone was crazy, but helpless.

They were watching the live broadcast, and no one dared to smash the screen.

Soon the results were out, number 2 won first place, and number 6 contestant died on the track.

Almost no one bought number 2 to win, so Nata took it all.

The chips that were distributed were all taken back in one go, and many lackeys even owed a lot.

"Old brother, did you secretly dig a hole?" Mongka asked.

"Don't talk nonsense, am I that kind of person?" Nata didn't admit it.

"I think you look very like it," Mongka said without giving any face.

"I've been sitting here all the time, how can I dig a hole?" Nata rolled her eyes at her.

"This…" Mongka couldn't answer, so she simply stopped struggling:

"I've run out of chips, give me some!"

"Okay! 10% interest," Nata held out a finger.