Wear the villain quickly, I’ll grab this queen

Fifteen thousand taels of silver may need to be carried in a carriage, and Miao Zhuman cannot carry it away alone.

So I asked for a hundred taels of cash, and the rest were just banknotes!

Shao Wu had already talked about the bonus on the stage, and the hall master also approved it, and the tens of thousands of spectators were witnesses on the spot. Liao Sheng, the butler of the arena, had no choice but to honor the debt even if he wanted to.

Pang Zheyu had never suffered such a loss before. He was so anxious that he got up and went downstairs, while whispering to the two thugs beside him:"Hurry up and follow that kid."

Then seven or eight thugs rushed downstairs. Building, he ran towards Miao Zhuman who was about to go out.

There were so many people in the arena, and it was difficult for the Sanhe Gang to find someone to kill and steal goods on their own territory, so they could only follow them to remote places to start.

As soon as Pang Zheyu reached the stairs, he met Liao Sheng who was hurriedly going upstairs, with an expression on his face as if he was mourning for his heir.

"Boss, something big happened! Pang

Zheyu was already very angry. Being frightened by Liao Sheng, he swayed and barely managed to steady himself.

Breathing heavily, he scolded Liao Sheng fiercely:"What a fuss!" Even if Shao Wu is not dead, that kid can't leave Weicheng County! Fifteen thousand taels of silver can't kill you……"

"It's terrible!"

Liao Sheng was about to cry, and said tremblingly: It's not Master Shao, nor that kid, but someone.……"

Pang Zheyu was very impatient:"What kind of person?"

Liao Sheng's voice was trembling, and his body was shaking too much:"There is a person...he bought a hundred times the bet.……"

"ah?"

Pang Zheyu's body swayed again and he almost fell down.

The stake was not a big one for a bonus of fifteen thousand taels. The real gambling game turned out to be here...

Pang Zheyu looked in the direction of Liao Sheng's finger, Then I saw Wei Zhimo.

That’s right! Wei Zhimo spent a thousand taels of silver notes to buy Miao Zhuman’s one hundred times raise.

In other words, if Miao Zhuman wins, the arena will be compensated to Wei Zhimo Mo 100,000 taels of silver!

At that time, the person in charge of the bet was secretly surprised. Today is really an eye-opener for God. He deserves to make a fortune in the arena... He accepted the big order placed by Wei Zhimo in a daze and secretly regretted it in his heart. , another fool went bankrupt!

Before Pang Zheyu could vomit blood, Sun Shihu came to his door again.

"Hall Master Pang, that boy is Yi Jian Gui Chou!"

"you……"

Pang Zheyu naturally knew that Sanhe Gang leader Liu Jintie was looking for Yijian Guichou. It's just that there is a person in charge of this matter in Qianzhou, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

Unexpectedly, Yijian Guichou would be right under his nose today.

Yi Jian Gui Chou is already Wei Zhimo’s code name.

Pang Zheyu said to himself in despair:"I don't know if Gui Chou is worried, but I'm worried now... No, isn't that kid from Wuyin Sect? I haven't seen him use a sword! How could he be a sword ghost? Are you worried?"

Sun Shihu said angrily:"It's not the one who is beating, but the one who is collecting the prize!"

Pang Zheyu looked up at the roof, hating that God had no eyes, so he had to close his eyes in pain.

Liao Sheng said to himself,"Boss, there isn't that much money in the place.……"

Pang Zheyu suddenly opened his eyes, and a sinister smile suddenly bloomed on his gloomy face:"It's interesting. Just take out the banknote from the accounting room and cash it to him."

One hundred thousand taels of silver, plus Miao Zhuman With the bonus of fifteen thousand miles, plus the thirty thousand taels of bets paid to the gamblers, the arena did not make a penny this time, but lost forty-five thousand taels of silver.

The hard work of half a year was in vain!

However, it finally attracted the"One Sword Ghost Sorrow"!

The Sanhe Gang is not short of money, not to mention this one-sword ghost is worth more than one hundred thousand taels of silver

"You all come here! The real gambling is behind, you all listen to me……"

Liao Shenghe and other disciples immediately handed the ears to Pang Zheyu.

Sun Shihu was very helpless, with a grimace on his face, so he had no choice but to take off his mask temporarily, and he also leaned closer and pricked his ears.

The strange thing is that the gang leader has an order to capture this kid alive.

What Liu Jintie wants is for Wei Zhimo to teach him the sword skills of Yi Jian Gui Chou, so that after he finds the Jianlong Divine Sword, he can dominate the world.

Otherwise, Sun Shihu really wanted to freeze Wei Zhimo into an ice sculpture with one palm

……

Wei Zhimo didn't expect that the arena would be so refreshing. It was so refreshing that he even suspected that this place was not the property of the Sanhe Gang. The accountant actually cashed the 150,000 taels of silver notes to him without saying any nonsense.

Miao Zhuman also received a bonus of fifteen thousand taels. As soon as he walked out of the arena, he was stopped by Wei Zhimo.

"Brother, stay!"

Miao Zhuman was startled. When he turned around, he saw a man in black, and he immediately became vigilant.

"Brother, do you have any advice? Wei

Zhimo was not serious and said casually:"I want to go with my brothers and leave Weicheng County together!""

He heard someone talking privately in the noodle shop. The Sanhe Gang's methods are shady. Few people who have won the competition over the years have been able to escape unscathed. They either left money or their lives.

Unexpectedly, Miao Zhuman was surprised. Wrong thinking: This person is pestering me, isn't he here for his fifteen thousand tael bonus?……

"Sorry, brother, I still have important things to do, so I don’t want to leave the Acropolis for the time being."

This kid is too crazy, he will suffer a loss!

Wei Zhimo felt that the problem was a bit serious, so he simply spoke out.

"Brother needs money urgently, right? I can provide some help here."

Wei Zhimo easily made a hundred thousand taels of silver for nothing, and he really wanted to thank Miao Zhuman. Especially seeing that he treated money like dirt and gave 500 taels of silver to the two beggars. I feel like I should express something!

One hundred thousand taels of silver, equivalent to 2.25 million yuan in 2020, can barely buy a small villa in a third-tier city.

But Wei Zhimo is in the Western Han Dynasty now, and he doesn't need Villa. The city he wanted to live in was Chang'an City.

Therefore, Wei Zhimo did not take the one hundred thousand taels of silver seriously.

But Miao Zhuman was different. In Wei Zhimo's eyes, he was just an ordinary person. Samurai.

Didn’t I only have six copper coins left before? Although I won fifteen thousand taels of silver this time, a person who only has six copper coins can use the money. If he is not very poor, it will be a waste of money. There are many places.

So Wei Zhimo took out a stack of silver notes and handed them out, and said carelessly:"Brother Miao, here are 10,000 taels of silver notes, here you go!" Miao

Zhuman looked at Wei Zhimo strangely and froze:"Do you know me?" Why? I'm not competing with you!"

Wei Zhimo smiled and thought, if I compete with you, you won't be able to earn such a huge bonus, and I won't have the chance to earn this windfall.

"My brother performed very well on stage. I’m afraid that by tomorrow, everyone in Aicheng County will know you! This is the bonus I just won from a bet, and it’s all thanks to you, Brother Miao, so let’s share the blessings.……"

When Miao Zhuman heard this, she was filled with envy.

But facing the 10,000 taels of silver notes, he didn't move.

He waved his hands repeatedly and said:"Come on, come on, we will have to share the same difficulties next time. I, Miao Zhuman, don't want to share the good times with anyone!"

After that, he ignored Wei Zhimo and walked straight towards the city.

Wei Zhimo smiled bitterly and put away the banknote. Only then did he think of Chollima, and was shocked.

The arena is the territory of the Sanhe Gang, and Chollima also belongs to the Sanhe Gang... He quickly walked towards the stables, and as expected Chollima was not there.

Yes, Chollima was taken away by Sun Shihu's scar-faced Yang San.

Wei Zhimo didn't know how much the sweat-blooded BMW was worth, but he just spent two thousand taels of silver notes on it. Now that I have obtained a hundred thousand taels of silver notes, I have made a lot of money, so I don’t feel any loss at all!

If you don’t have this thousand-mile horse, it’s not impossible to buy another horse. Even if you can’t travel a thousand miles a day, two or three hundred miles will do!

Anyway, the time limit given by Master is fifteen days, and this is the second day

……

After walking out of the arena, no one yelled or killed, and no one blocked the road to rob, which made Wei Zhimo uncomfortable.

This series of changes was a bit beyond his expectation. When he was in the noodle shop, didn't the diners describe the Sanhe Gang as vicious?

He won one hundred thousand taels of silver in the arena, so why would anyone from the Sanhe Gang fight with him?

Unexpectedly, the other party obediently cashed the 100,000 taels of silver notes without even giving him a chance to argue. He also used silence to let him escape in glory...

Of course, in Xindian Town at the foot of Dongyue Peak Mountain When six people from the Sanhe Gang were injured nearby, no one would know that it was Wei Zhimo who did it.

At least that's what Wei Zhimo thinks now!

But what puzzled him the most was Miao Zhuman.

Is the Kirigakure Gate evil? Where is it?

How could Miao Zhuman show up in Weicheng County, declare his family name in a carefree manner, and win fifteen thousand taels of silver in a showy manner?

Why are you so cold and arrogant after seeing yourself?

The Sanhe Gang has suffered huge losses in this gambling game, so why are they so quiet? Are they just going to give up?

At this time, Wei Zhimo realized that his 21st century thinking might not necessarily work well in the Western Han Dynasty.

After all, two thousand years apart, the ancients had their own ideas and ways of playing. My little brain might not be able to handle it, so it’s better to be careful!

Maybe, a bigger gamble is waiting behind.