Kryptonians come to the second dimension

Ye Wudao: "Gambling."

What?

Song Qianqian seriously suspected that she had heard it wrong.

She asked again, and after confirming, she sighed in disappointment: "Mr. Ye, you'd better not gamble. Don't you know that you lose nine out of ten times?"

"The money in my hand is Xiao Shanshan's life-saving money. If you lose, Xiao Shanshan will..."

Ye Wudao comforted: "Don't worry, I will never lose."

"I can make at least hundreds of millions this time, and I will give you all the money I make. I won't take it."

"Besides, Xiao Shanshan's leg has been cured by me, and you don't need to worry about curing her leg."

After saying that, Ye Wudao hung up the phone directly without giving Song Qianqian a chance to speak.

Not long after, Song Qianqian earned 50,000 yuan for Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao walked to the gambling table and bet all 50,000 yuan on himself.

When they heard that someone was betting on Ye Wudao, many people looked at him with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a monster.

The person in charge of the gambling said with a smile: "Sir, do you have a grudge against money?"

Ye Wudao shook his head: "No grudge."

The person in charge: "Since there is no grudge, why waste the 50,000 yuan?"

"You bet on Ye Wudao, you might as well give the money to charity."

Ye Wudao asked back: "Are you so sure that Ye Wudao will lose?"

The person in charge nodded: "Of course!"

Ye Wudao: "Do you have any evidence?"

The person in charge: "You want evidence, right? Okay, I'll tell you."

"I have reliable information that Ye Wudao ran away because he was afraid of fighting, so he didn't come back to participate in the boxing match."

"If he doesn't come to participate in the boxing match, is there any possibility of winning?"

Run away?

Ye Wudao sneered: "As far as I know, even gods and Buddhas are not qualified to scare Ye Wudao away."

The person in charge shrugged: "Haha, you are too proud of that Ye."

"If you don't listen to the old man, then you can continue to bet on Ye Wudao."

A staff member of the boxing ring came up and bowed slightly to Ye Wudao.

"Hello, Mr. Ye. Please follow me to the backstage to rest for a while, the boxing match is about to start."

Ye Wudao nodded, and then glanced at the person in charge of the gambling with a cold look.

Everyone looked at Ye Wudao in surprise: "You... You are not Ye Wudao." ŴŴŴ.

Ye Wudao: "I'm sorry, I didn't run away and let you down."

The person in charge of the gambling said: "Humph, even if you come, what's the matter? In the end, you will still be beaten to death by the boxing champion?"

Ye Wudao immediately became interested: "How about we make a bet?"

The person in charge of the gambling: "Okay, let's bet."

"If you lose, kneel down and kowtow to call me grandpa. If you win, I will take off my head and use it as a chamber pot for you."

Ye Wudao: "Sorry, your head is not qualified to be my chamber pot."

"If I win, kneel down and slap yourself a thousand times."

Deal!

Ye Wudao went to the lounge with the boxing staff, leaving everyone alone to speak coldly to Ye Wudao.

At the same time, the boxing tyrant Hou Xiaoquan came to the boxing champion's luxurious lounge.

As soon as Hou Xiaoquan came in, he knelt down to the boxing champion, not daring to make a sound, and even dared not breathe.

The boxing champion kept his eyes closed and chanted. Only by chanting Buddhist scriptures could he suppress his murderous nature.

After he finished chanting Buddhist scriptures, the boxing champion opened his eyes.

"Get up." He said in a cold voice.

Yes!

Hou Xiaoquan got up carefully and waited on the side.

The boxing champion said: "Hou Xiaoquan, since you left me, you have been curled up in this small boxing ring as a boxer?"

Hou Xiaoquan nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Master."

Bastard!

The boxing champion was furious and shouted angrily.

This shout scared Hou Xiaoquan so much that his legs trembled and he knelt down again.

"Master, calm down, Master, calm down."

The boxing champion: "Calm down? Humph, I am a boxing champion, I have no rivals in the world, my opponents are dead and nine out of ten are disabled, and my reputation makes the enemy terrified."

"But my successor is curled up in this small boxing ring to be the king, and my face has been lost by you."