The Richest Man Starts From Falling In Love

Four hundred and thirty-four, masquerade, life gambling

Walking briskly, Chu Yao was led by the woman to the hall, a place he had never been to before.

This hall is, it is, huge.

At a glance, it looks like the entire floor has been thoroughly cleaned up for tonight's dance venue.

Surrounded by mirrored electronic displays, all kinds of strange pictures are being played on them.

Like a surveillance probe.

It's like... a reality TV show, or a field interview.

Jomo looks a little weird and confusing.

In the middle of the venue, there was a ring, like a professional boxing match. At this moment, there were two people on the ring, engaged in a fierce mutual fight.

They were all big fat men who weighed at least three hundred catties, their bodies were full of flesh, their upper bodies were naked, they were shiny, and they were only wearing a simple loincloth.

Sumo.

It is the traditional martial art of the island nation.

I glanced at the introductions of the players on the side screen, and they were all masters of the "Ozeki" level.

According to the sumo level, "Ozeki" is already the second highest rank after "Yokozuna".

There are only sixty-eight players at the "yokozuna" level since the birth of the sport of sumo, and only one is still active.

Therefore, Ozeki is already the highest-ranked player who can theoretically be invited to the competition.

The two fought fiercely.

The audience is also quite enthusiastic.

On the display next to it, there is a game for the audience to bet, and the betting amount is scrolled. The amount is quite large, and the atmosphere is very fanatical.

As for the auditorium, there are men and women, as if a group of ghosts and ghosts are gathering, but none of them are dressed like normal people.

There are Pirates of the Caribbean.

There are Mai clogs of Bushido.

There are medieval cavalry.

And Superman.

There is even a silly fork, covering a set of armor similar to Iron Man on such a hot day.

It's outrageous.

As for the women, they compete even more.

There is a faceless woman.

There is Mai Shiranui's sexy red dress and a small butt pocket.

An elf with a full body of almost see-through pantyhose.

There is a woman in a black leather jacket.

There are high school girls and various uniforms.

Some even wore a "long red rope" as clothes to barely cover key parts.

...

Chu Yao sniffed.

To be honest, it's still kind of hilarious.

Leaving aside the uniform, this is a bit like an adult version of the fairy tale kingdom, with a strong fantasy element.

If the old two-dimensional come over, it is estimated that it will be so high that it can't be any more high, and it will be directly displayed on the scene, with real people.

Because of the mask, I can't recognize other people.

His identity is naturally kept secret.

He casually found a place to sit down, got a glass of cocktail, and then watched the game on stage.

I really don't care about sumo.

Neither violent aesthetics nor beauty.

I really don't know what's so good about this?

So he turned his gaze to the electronic screens mounted on the wall, and saw one of the screens, which showed an old man with various tubes stuck all over his body.

Judging from the layout of the hospital, it should also be a local hospital in Tokyo.

but……

What is this for?

It's a good venue, why put it here?

He casually pulled over a waiter with a human face and asked a question before he understood.

gambling.

To be precise, it is a game of life.

The old man on the hospital bed on the screen is real. He is currently in a hospital in Tokyo. His life is dying.

And the content of the game of life is - a group of people can place a bet on when he will die.

Like buying a lottery ticket.

The person who guesses the exact time of death, or the person who is closest to the exact time of death, will get all the bets of the others.

Hearing this, Chu Yao frowned slightly.

But it was silent.

I didn't know what to say for a while.

Still magic, reality.

now.

The battle in the arena had already come to an end. The winner raised his hands high in triumph, and the audience roared like a tsunami.

Originally, Chu Yao thought this was just the opening match, to enliven the atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, after this battle ended, another battle began.

As I saw just now, the woman in black leather jumped onto the ring, helped her own fox mask, walked around the ring confidently, and talked about her own rules.

The arena is now open.

Guests are free to challenge themselves on stage.

Every time you win a game, you will get a medal.

Medals are at least the best hard currency on the field, a medal can be exchanged for any lady, go to the small room to have fun.

Ladies can't refuse.

Such a rule...

It's just... very clubby.

Chu Yao's sharp Adam's apple twitched. In fact, it could be seen that the women present, although their faces were covered by masks and they couldn't see clearly, they were definitely not ordinary people.

Beauty, wealth, and status always account for one item.

But at this moment, they are willing to accept such rules, and even many people burst into cheers, making people feel like they are in the Colosseum of ancient Rome.

"Brother shopping?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in the ear, and it was Liu Fei who came over quietly.

Wearing a monk's robe and wearing a big-headed doll's smiling face mask, there is a little bit of horror.

"it's me."

Chu Yao patted his hand, made room for him to sit down.

"I have learned a lot, I have learned a lot, I am stupid, I can still play like this."

Although I can't see the expression clearly, I can still hear the excitement from Liu Fei's tone. This kind of "supreme right to choose a mate" is extremely exciting when you think about it.

"Then go ahead and see who you can beat?"

Chu Yao laughed and teased.

He has a thin body, has been drinking for a long time, and does not have any fitness habits, fighting five scum.

"Don't worry, take a look first."

"Let me tell you something, have you noticed that when the woman spoke just now, she used English, Japanese, and Chinese."

"I reckon that there must be someone we know on the field. I felt like I saw it just now. Look at those two sitting in the corner, do they look like that?"

Liu Fei pointed to the two men diagonally, and spoke to Chu Yao in a low voice.

Chu Yao glanced at it.

two men.

But very short.

Also quite thin.

They are whispering.

Wearing a mask, you can't tell who it is, but things like height, shape and temperament are still somewhat imaginable.

"Jack horse?"

"Sun Zhengyi?"

Chu Yao guessed in a low voice.

Not impossible.

It's an unwritten secret that Jack Ma must be a fun-loving guy. He makes movies, opens bars, sings rock... a coquettish horse.