The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1652: Odd Zhuo’s Foreboding (192)

The entrance to the underground boxing arena in the slums of the Science and Technology City is at the entrance of a deep alley on the Fifth Ring Road Street. There is a closed manhole cover in the depths, and the entrance is after opening the manhole cover.

And at the entrance of this alley, there is a mechanical cultivator holding a gun.

As soon as these strong men blocked the door, they covered their mouths tightly, like a human wall, adding a layer of mystery to this restricted area.

When the three of Zhuo Yi arrived here, they all accepted the glances of these people.

Odd Zhuo shrank his neck, faintly feeling ominous...

It's not that I'm afraid of these strong men with big heads and thick necks, but that there's a strange coldness behind the inexplicable feeling.

And this coldness was not the first time he felt it.

It has actually appeared faintly since buying drinks.

Until now, becoming more and more intense...

After showing the betting ticket leading to the underground, one of the burly men spoke in a rough and low voice, without any emotion: "One ticket can only enter two at most."

Qin Zong was quick-witted, and took out a stack of silver gear coins from his pocket, showing his white teeth and said with a smile: "Brother, please be flexible, I was also introduced by a friend. Come here to play, I don't know if I can still buy it. "

The strong man took the stack of banknotes and sniffed the aroma.

This stack of silver gear coins is worth 100,000 yuan, which is actually not a small amount for Zhuo Yi and others who are in urgent need of funds.

But Qin Zong was extremely generous, and immediately curled the corners of his lips: "If this big brother doesn't dislike it, then I can share it with my brothers."

The burly man with a paralyzed face smiled coldly: "He's still a man of etiquette, so let's go in."

Then, he just winked, and the other strong men gave way directly.

"So he's the boss here?" Qin Zong knew what he was seeing when he saw this scene.

The three of them just walked into the alley from the barrier of people, and he found that the strong man who had collected the money followed him, as if he wanted to say something to him: "Sir, is this your first time here?"

"Yes, it's the first time." Qin Zong replied truthfully.

"The betting odds for the final is 1:6. Most people think that Jian Xiaoqiang will win. But, betting on the final is actually meaningless."

The brawny man said in a rough voice: "Sir, if it's your first time here, I suggest that you can play the game of kicking the hall. The odds are 1:60. But the entry standard for this venue is 1 million silver gear coins. I see that the master is so generous. Do you want to play an exciting game?"

Hearing this, Qin Zong's eyes lit up.

He just gave a tip of one hundred thousand to the strong man, and he just had one million left on him!

Zhuo Yi and Zhou Ziyi followed behind Qin Zong, sighing in their hearts.

All these coincidences are simply natural... as if they were designed...

Odd Zhuo found out now that Qin Zong might not simply be lucky.

Maybe he is the embodiment of luck...

Sixty times the odds! If you can win! They will get 60 million silver gear coins!

Qin Zong's face was full of interest: "Then how do we get in?"

The strong man showed an ugly smile, went straight to the innermost place, and opened a manhole cover hidden under the blanket: "Three gentlemen, come in from here, this is the VIP passage."

"I see, thank you." Qin Zong nodded.

"You're welcome, sir, I wish you good luck with your fortune." After the strong man finished speaking, he watched Qin Zong and the others go in with a smile on his face, and then covered the manhole cover and carpet again.

...

The underground boxing ring in the VIP area is really different from Zhuo Yi and Qin Zong's imagination.

These people are brightly dressed, and they have already lost the aura of the poor just from their appearance and appearance.

Odd Zhuo frowned slightly: "These people are from the core area..."

He could probably guess something from the scene in front of him.

The game for the final was only 1:6, after all, it was just a game for the poor... and this tournament is the real big game, where the rich and powerful look for excitement.

At the betting service desk, many people are discussing the tournament.

"Hey, it's a pity for the man before. It's already reached the fourth level, but he was beaten up by the attention of the fourth level and carried away."

"Who can hit the sword immediately, but I am the Tiger General! In my opinion, this year's kick-off competition, the Tiger Kingdom will definitely win." A middle-aged man with a big belly smiled wildly. A tall wine glass, while talking carelessly, while shaking the red wine in his hand.

"Don't be too happy, Mr. Zhu, the game is not over yet." A lady with bright red lipstick smiled abruptly.

"Now there are only 4 hours and 52 minutes before the betting deadline. In less than five hours, I think it is impossible to break through five levels and challenge last year's champion." This middle-aged man named Mr. Zhu Undisguised, he burst out laughing wildly.

He is a supporter of Hu Baoguo, the champion of last year's gymnastics tournament.

At that time last year, Hu Baoguo was spotted by an "ascender" who wanted to rise from the slums, and provided him with the initial funds to participate in the kick-off competition.

And the so-called "ascended people" are those who have accumulated a certain amount of money in their hands and want to get rid of poverty and move to the core area.

In the first two years of the kick-off competition, there were Ascenders who participated in the competition by themselves, but they died here directly.

Later, some "ascenders" came up with a way.

That is to sign a thug to compete for yourself.

After the game is over, the ascenders get a pass, while the thugs get their own money.

With this money, the thugs will have the capital to continue competing in the second year.

And he can also become the champion of the second year.

Now dozens of tournaments have been held, and this is already an unwritten rule.

And the director Dikas who cooperated with Jiugong Liangzi is actually one of the "ascensionists".

These people chatted in full swing.

Zhuo Yi, Qin Zong, and Zhou Ziyi also figured out something.

In other words, the new challenger needs to defeat the five gatekeepers selected by the dignitaries first, and only after all the challenges are successful can they challenge last year's king of the gate.

The most important thing is that all of these level guards have spare tires, once they are injured, they will be replaced by new ones to guard the level.

That is to say, no matter who comes to challenge, the masters of the first five levels will always be the five people who are full of blood and mana.

"It sounds like it's not easy to handle. Do you really want to bet?" Odd Zhuo frowned, but based on his feeling, he also felt that the rules were too strict.

There are less than 5 hours left.

To challenge 6 people in a row.

Unless there is a huge gap in strength, this is almost an impossible task.

As for this, Mr. Zhu is also well aware of this, and he laughed again: "As far as I know, there is still spare money in the ten rings to sponsor the competition, and that's the one named Dikas." Long. But it’s a pity that the contracted thug he sent just now has passed away. There are less than five hours left, so it’s not necessary for him to drive ducks to the shelves, just grab someone on the way?”

After the man finished speaking, there was a roar of laughter in the hall.

Qin Zong ignored it, but walked over to the service desk where the bet was placed, and took out the storage bag where the money was placed: "Hello, may I still bet now?"

"Of course sir." The betting waitress showed a professional smile.

"Please bet for me, Mr. Hu Baoguo, I will lose."

"Is it a bet, sir? I checked, and there are one million silver gear coins in your storage bag."

After the waitress finished speaking, many eyes turned to Qin Zong.

Qin Zong smiled slightly: "Please take me, Stud."