A week later.
The first floor lobby of the Blood Show.
"Old Feng!"
Huizi was wearing a black vest and a wet towel around his neck. He waved to Feng San in the crowd.
When Feng San saw Huizi, he immediately smiled.
"Brother Huizi! Are you here?"
Feng San squeezed through the crowd and came to Huizi's side: "Are you taking a break today?"
"I ran away because I was lazy. I asked my son to help me with the remaining work!"
Huizi chuckled, "Didn't you say that today's bloody fight was quite exciting? How could I still have the heart to work?"
"Hahaha! It's great to have a son. He really can be of help in times of crisis!"
Feng San smiled and said, "Don't worry, my information is absolutely accurate! Today's match is definitely worth watching!"
"The more you say that, the more itchy I feel!"
Huizi pulled out a crumpled Sora from his pocket: "Come on, give me the news!"
Feng San was not polite either. After putting Sora in his pocket, he gave Huizi a piece of paper.
Blue: Chen Fei.
Commonly used weapons: machete.
Strength: Above average.
Wins: 8.
Odds: 1 to 0.4
Current status: moderate injury.
Red: Sword God.
Commonly used weapons: iron sword.
Strength: Unknown (said to be extremely strong)
Wins: 0
Current status: Heyday.
Odds: 1 to 1.8
Huizi looked at the contents on the paper, pursed her lips tightly, and her face turned red.
"Old Feng, where did this guy called Sword God come from?"
Huizi sneered: "This name is too stupid!"
"Hahaha! When I first saw this name, I laughed for a long time too."
Feng San suddenly turned serious: "But a brother of mine told me that this guy has real skills!"
"What? Are you optimistic about him?"
Huizi perked up: "If you think he's a good guy, I'll bet on him!"
Following Ning Fan's instructions, Huizi came into contact with Feng San after his first visit to the Blood Show.
He first bought two pieces of intelligence from Feng San, and then made a bet according to Feng San's suggestion and won 500 sola.
Since then, the relationship between the two has become close.
At this moment, Huizi looked like a fool who had been fooled, and he had full trust in Feng San's vision.
"Huizi, I really don't know what to say about today's game."
Feng San said in embarrassment: "After all, I don't know much about this Sword God."
"No, Lao Feng, just tell me! I believe you anyway!"
Huizi said seriously: "Anyway, I won a few hundred before, so at worst, I can just treat it as a waste of time!"
Seeing that Huizi trusted him so much, Feng San looked serious.
"Brother, if you lose the bet... don't blame me!"
"Hey! What are you talking about? I made the bet myself, and you didn't hold my head down. Why should I blame you if I lost?"
Huizi said generously, "If I win this time, I'll treat you to a drink! The wine my wife brews is delicious!"
"Hahahaha! That's fine!"
Feng San lowered his voice and said, "If you believe me, bet on the Sword God."
"ah?"
Huizi frowned. "That Chen Fei has won eight consecutive games! His strength is above average. Even if he's injured, it's only a moderate injury that won't affect his combat effectiveness too much! Do you really think he can be defeated by an idiot?"
"I think we can give it a try!"
Feng San analyzed carefully: "Judging from the odds, Chen Fei definitely has a better chance of winning, but if we bet on him, even if we win, it's not worth it!"
"If you bet one hundred, you'll only win forty! But if you bet on the Sword God, you can win one hundred and eighty!"
"If the odds were the same, even the God of Heaven would bet on Chen Fei. But after comparing the odds, I think betting on the Sword God is more appropriate!"
"Anyway, this is my idea. I'm going to bet a thousand sola on the Sword God and try it out! Betting on Chen Fei to make a few hundred sola is boring."
After listening to Feng San's words carefully, Huizi frowned, seeming to be extremely conflicted.
"Fuck! Fine, I'll bet on the Sword God too!"
"Think it over carefully! I really don't know that much about the Sword God's strength!"
"It doesn't matter. At worst, I'll just pretend I didn't win the previous game!"
Huizi said angrily: "Let's bet 500 and see what happens!"
At this time, a door opened.
There is also a sexy beauty holding a sign.
[Today's match on Field 4]
[Blue: Chen Fei]
[Red: Sword God]
[Maximum number of participants: 500]
The crowd filed in.
There are also a few men who can't control their inner restlessness and flirt with the sexy women.
After Huizi and Feng San entered the room, they found a seat near the front and sat down.
Soon, the room was full of people.
Several sexy beauties walked through each aisle.
As Feng San just said, he bet a thousand Solas on the Sword God.
Huizi also took out 500 Soras and chose the Sword God.
Finally, under the impatient urging of the crowd, the two sides of today's battle have arrived on the stone platform.
When the Sword God appeared, many people in the audience laughed and cursed.
"Hahahaha! Not only does this guy have a stupid name, but he's also wearing a fucking mask?"
"How did this kind of bastard pass the assessment? Is he related to someone?"
"Fade Chen! Don't rush to kill him. It's rare to find someone like him who's ready to kill you. Just have some fun and torture him!"
"There's no way any idiot would bet on this Sword God, is there?"
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