When Yamamoto Zhixiao saw the ring, the referee announced that the Antelope would win, stepped forward and held Ye Kuan's hand, nodded:

"Mr. Killing God, from now on, you will be the gold medal VIP in my club. You don't have to pay back the 500 million you borrowed. And I will also help you repay the 100 million you borrowed by Yamamoto Daiyi.

Today is a good day. I lost 2 billion and lent 500 million to 600 million, but won back 300 million. This is almost my profit for half a month.

Congratulations to Mr. Killing God for winning 18 billion and entering the 10 billion club.”

Yamamoto Daiyi looked at Adi who was carrying hundreds of people on the stage and asked Ye Kuan:

"Is Adi dead?"

"No, it's mainly because I was frightened and then I couldn't breathe well, hahaha, after all, it was Yamamoto's bodyguard, and the antelope was still showing mercy," Ye Kuan said:

"Yayamoto Oyoko, will I challenge the Snow Wolf next?"

Yamamoto Zhixiao was stunned:

"Mr. Killing God, why should I challenge the Snow Wolf?"

After listening to Yamamoto Daiyoshi and Ye Kuan's explanation, Yamamoto Zhixiao shook his head:

"There is an old saying in the Long Kingdom: Do not doubt people, but do not doubt people. Mr. Killing God is so accurate in view of people, and the strength of his comrades should not be underestimated. If you go on stage in person, you are definitely not a weak player.

There is another thing: every winner must accept a challenge once a day, but Mr. Snow Wolf has already challenged him. After accepting this challenge, he can no longer accept the challenge of Lord Killing God.”

After hearing that someone had challenged Snow Wolf, Yamamoto Daiyi looked at Ye Kuan, but he thought what his uncle said made sense. Even the antelope is so powerful, Ye Kuan must not be wrong.

However, Joyce, who won twenty-four games in a row, was easily killed instantly. This Snow Wolf is not a simple role. Yamamoto Daiyoshi still thought about whether to get to know Snow Wolf. However, in the field, no one dared to contact the boxer privately without his uncle's permission. First of all, it is to ensure the safety of the boxer, and to avoid secret transactions and hookups.

At this time, there were suddenly quarrels in the venue. Even Yamamoto Daiyoshi, who had been there countless times, was very suspicious of who dared to quarrel on his uncle's territory.

A bodyguard and a staff member walked in. Yamamoto Zhixiao looked up and asked:

"Who dares to argue here? What's the matter? If you make trouble, you will make a big splash in front of everyone, and let everyone know that this is not a casual place to go."

The bodyguards were hesitant in their tone:

"The boss is from Oman and a friend of the director."

"Oman?" Yamamoto Zhixiao paused for a moment:

"So what about Oman? Oil tycoon, when you come here, you must abide by the rules here."

"Of course I have to abide by the rules" the door was opened by a man with a gold chain all over his body. He is the world's largest oil tycoon and the chief steward of Oman, named Schroeder.

"Oh, Your Excellency Schroeder, since we know the rules here, we should still stick to our own rules." Yamamoto Zhixiao signaled the bodyguards not to act rashly, smiling:

"His Excellency Schroeder, if you have something to do, you can sit down and say that when you come to me, there is no problem that cannot be solved."

"Is that true?" Schroeder is also a black man. He is more than 1.9 meters tall and weighs about 200 kilograms. The various gold jewelry on his body weighs more than ten kilograms, and the movements are jingling.

"Yamamoto, I believe that the reputation of the East Yazaku Group and the promise of His Excellency Yamamoto Supreme, have been here to bet on behalf of my master Oman, for several years," Schroeder said:

"But in the two games today, as far as I know, the first game, Joyce vs. The newcomer Snow Wolf, Joyce is your nephew, Yamamoto Daiyi's bodyguard, this game, Adida vs. a newcomer named Antelope.

Joyce and Adida are both Yamamoto Daiyi's bodyguards, and both of them lose strangely, which is completely unreasonable. I hope Yamamoto will give Oman an explanation."

"There is nothing to explain," Yamamoto Zhixiao said:

"Two bodyguards are not as good as others. If they lose, they lose. For me, there are many newcomers, and they don't pay attention to their opponents. They are kosted by their opponents, and they happen every day."

Schroeder looked at the gold chain ring on his arm and smiled coldly:

"But, as far as I know, Yamamoto-kun bet on more than one billion in the last game, and the bet on Adi was kogged within one minute by the antelope. Then the odds of twenty times were thirty times. I guess Yamamoto-kun had at least hundreds of billions of dollars in this game.

Is there such a coincidence in this world? Or is it that the matter of Ko Adi this minute was originally planned in advance?"

Yamamoto Zhixiao nodded with a smile and said:

"According to His Excellency Schroeder, it's really like cheating. After all, these two games are really weird, and I have indeed bet on more than one billion.

Come, let me introduce to you, this is the richest man in the world, the chief steward of Oman, His Excellency Schroeder, the number one person in the underground world, Mr. Killing God.

In the game just now, Mr. Antelope was the comrade-in-arms of the God of Killing.”

Schroeder looked at Ye Kuan, who was sitting aside and watching the show, nodded:

"Luckily, but what does this have to do with you cheating? In fact, you are more suspicious of cheating when you sit together."

"I mean, Mr. Killing and I are both people who want face and will never cheat for the sake of a little profit," Yamamoto Zhixiao said:

"Fortunately, this VIP room has surveillance videos, you can see what happened just now."

The staff turned on the replay of the surveillance video. Schroeder watched for a while and looked at Ye Kuan, but he was still full of doubts and asked:

"Yamamoto, Lord Killing God, I'm sure this is not a game, but Mr Killing God. Can you really predict the outcome of the game?"

Ye Kuan shook his head:

"I can't predict the outcome of the game, but I can still see the final result of my people, as well as some people with special auras, such as Snow Wolf."

"Oh?" Schroeder continued:

"Then do you know who will challenge the Snow Wolf next?"

Ye Kuan shook his head and said:

"I don't know, but what I can know is that if I were not a real super expert, Snow Wolf would definitely win."

"What if it's a super expert?" Schroeder said:

"Yamamoto, you might as well introduce the master who will challenge Snow Wolf in the next game?"

Anthony Marcus, born in Indonesia in 1962, is nicknamed "Hell Demon King". He is 188 cm tall, weighs 102 kg, bench press 160 kg, and squat 560 kg. His record is 168 games and 167 wins and 1 loss, of which 114 of them killed his opponents. Sweeping his legs is his ultimate skill, and no one can withstand it.

But in a game in 1996, the madman Alan Pedira instantly killed Anthony and was hailed as the most brutal player in Black Fist history.

"The victory of dozens of games can only be considered a junior player," Schroeder said:

"The madman Alan Pedira participated in hundreds of games and then won all the games, killing more than two hundred opponents in the ring.

And this madman also has another characteristic, which is to use his opponent's best skills to kill his opponent in seconds. Pedira used to kill Marcus to kill Marcus, which is Marcus's best: sweeping his legs."

Ye Kuan nodded:

"Madman Alan, when I came here, I guess this game must be very exciting."

"Yes, this bet has reached a rare 300 billion yuan, and each person bets on average 300 million yuan," said Yamamoto Zhixiao:

"Today is also a record-breaking day. Mr. Schroeder, I guess he has already betted, right?"

Schroeder looked at Ye Kuan and continued to ask:

"Mr. Killing God, do you think Snow Wolf can still win?"

Ye Kuan thought for a while and said:

"If the opponent is the madman Alan, it will take a little time for Snow Wolf to end the battle at this level, and it will take several minutes for Snow Wolf to end the battle, but in my judgment, Alan is not Snow Wolf's opponent."

Schroeder laughed:

"Mr. Killing God, are you serious? You know, it took 7 minutes and 26 seconds for the madman Alan Pedilla to kill Anthony Marcus.

I bought Alan and won by one billion. Although the odds are only three times, this is a sure win investment."

"What is the odds if Snow Wolf wins?" Ye Kuan asked.

"Fifteen times," Schroeder said, "Your God of Killing, you won't buy the Snow Wolf to win, right?"

"I made a lot of money today," Ye Kuan said, "so even if I lose a little more, it doesn't matter. I buy one billion, and the snow wolf will win."

Sanben Zhixiao looked at Ye Kuan, then Schroeder, and ordered the staff to bet, and for one billion, the Snow Wolf would win.

"I began to believe that Yamamoto didn't cheat anymore," Schroeder said:

"Although Lord Yamamoto is very capable, he won't cheat with the madman Alan. After all, there are too many things involved. This bet of 300 billion yuan, I really want to know, will Lord Kill God really see if the game will be won or lost?"

"Let's wait and see," Yamamoto Zhixiao said:

"His Excellency Schroder, you might as well buy one billion. Snow Wolf wins. After all, once you win, it will be one hundred and fifteen billion. Even if your investment today is a great return, if you lose, you buy the crazy Alan and win, you have already bet one billion, and you can still win back three billion, which is also an insurance."

"According to what you say, everyone buys this way, isn't it a sure profit and no loss?" Schroeder smiled.

"That's not necessarily. If Snow Wolf loses, one billion bets will lose one hundred and fifty billion. After all, I also bet ten billion," said Yamamoto Zhixiao:

"So, we must believe in Mr. Killing God's judgment and believe in the strength of Snow Wolf. However, except for Mr. Schroeder, others probably dare not bet like this, right?"

Schroeder thought for a while and nodded:

"Okay, I'll buy another one billion and win with Xuelang. It's also considered as a believer in the God of Killing."

"It's not just that," Yamamoto Zhixiao said:

"If the snow wolf wins in a while, you have to explain to everyone on behalf of Mr. Oman that there is absolutely no cheating in the game, because this is the fact that I don't want something too intense to happen in my field."

"Okay, I'll come out to testify," Schroeder said:

"Mainly, I also want to see how exciting this game is. Madman Alan, I can't believe it at all. Today I will witness the end of an era and the beginning of a new era."

The ringtone rang, and with the appearance of the madman Alam Pedilla, the gamblers who lost hundreds of billions of dollars in the first two games shouted loudly:

"Alan, tear that little man apart!"

"Alan will win!"

"Snow Wolf, go and die!"
Chapter completed!