Chapter 915: Gambling

In the guest room, there were more than ten young men and women sitting on a huge sofa, staring at the battle scene playing in the projector. This is the video of the "Sixteen-Eight Team Competition" that the fat man just took from the staff.

"The list of teams and matches in the quarterfinals have been decided. We are in the second game, fighting against the 'Fighting Twenty Team'." Wei Yang showed half of his tiger teeth and said with a smile: "It seems that those ten popular teams are not worthy of fame. Except for the 'Celestial Team' and 'Extreme Team' being eliminated, the remaining eight teams all successfully advanced to the 'Eight-Go-Four Team'."

"So...what are the competitions?" Zhang Mu asked, his eyes still did not leave the projector.

"The first game is 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, Blue Classic Squad vs Doomsday Squad. The second game is 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, we vs. Team 20. The third game is the morning after tomorrow, Royal Squad vs. Team Hell Demon Squad, and the last game is Oran Squad vs. Team Gods."

After listening to Wei Yang's introduction, Zhang Mu frowned slightly, "If we win the 'War Twenty Squad', then the opponent will be..."

"Brother Mu, we are in Group B of Division A. After winning, the winning team will be in Group A.."

"That's it... I understand, either the Blue Classic or the Doomsday Team. Alas, I want to fight the royal family earlier. It seems that I have to wait for the final." Speaking of this, Zhang Mu straightened up and took a copy of the game video on the coffee table, saying: "As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy will never win. Take them back to study and study. Don't run around today."

"No, brother? They obviously didn't use all their strength... They couldn't figure out anything at all. Isn't this a waste of time?" The fat man was the first to shout.

"That's also necessary to study!" Zhang Mu glared at him hard, "I'll test you tomorrow morning... If there is one question that cannot be answered, after I go back, I will tell the black hand about everything you did in Jinghai!"

"Don't, brother! I think it's not okay!" The fat man's fat face drooped, full of unwilling expressions.

"Haha! Fatty, you know you're wrong now!"

Seeing the fat man being scolded, a group of men immediately became gloating.

"Okay, let's go back. After watching the video, I will take a break early and go to the viewing hall tomorrow morning to gather." Zhang Muyang raised his hand.

When everyone left the room as soon as possible and there were only a young couple in the bedroom, Zhang Mu hugged Deng Jie's slender waist and said with a smile: "Wife, should we go to have a rest?"

"Rest? The video has not been finished yet, what should I rest?" Deng Jie said in surprise.

"The Fatty is right. These videos are not their real strength. Even if they are broken, they will not find any useful information for us."

"Then you let them..."

"Look at the video, it's better than their singing every night, and they're not going to get rid of their bodies?"

"Damn, you guys..."

I was speechless all night, early the next morning.

After washing up and having breakfast, Zhang Mu and Deng Jie came to the viewing hall early. At this time, there were not many people in the viewing hall that could accommodate thousands of spectators.

"This position is good, impartial, facing the big screen, it will not be too far or too close! That's it!" Zhang Mu quickly found the right position. Before he could sit down, he heard someone shouting behind him: "Oh, Brother Twelve Wings! Why did you come so early?"

Zhang Mu looked back and saw that this person was the familiar "blue classic" and his team members.

"The early birds eat insects. Today is 'Eight to 4'. Many people will come here to watch the game. If you don't come early, you may not even have a seat later. But you, the competition will start at 10 o'clock? Why are you here now? There is more than an hour before the competition begins." Zhang Mu looked at the blue classic with a smile.

Blue Classic sighed resentfully, "Oh, our team is a huge tragedy! We were actually assigned to the A-level division. Even if we win the 'Doom Squad' by chance, we still have to play against your team in the semi-finals...ah ah ah!"

"Why, you don't have confidence in your team? I don't think so." Zhang Mu narrowed his eyes and watched the blue classic performance with interest.

"Hmm?" The blue classic slugged slightly, "Brother Twelve Wings, what do you mean by 'not like'?"

Zhang Mu laughed and said, "All right, stop pretending. You kept saying that being assigned to the A-level division was a tragedy, but your players didn't think so. Each of them revealed a smell of extreme confidence... I haven't seen this kind of look in a long time."

"You...you..." Blue Classic looked at Zhang Mu, then looked back at the arrogant and confident team members, slapped their foreheads hard, and sighed again: "Oh, man's plan is not as good as God's plan, but you have actually been seen through by Brother Twelve Wings..."

"Serious competition is the best way to play. Don't always mess with these unnecessary things. I'm looking forward to competing with your team in the semi-finals, don't let me down." Zhang Mu gently patted Blue Classic on the shoulder. In his opinion, Blue Classic is not an annoying guy, it's just a little unscrupulous.

Blue Classic changed the clown's appearance just now, replaced by a serious and serious expression, and said word by word: "Don't worry, Brother Twelve Wings, I won't let you down, let alone my teammates down. To be honest, I'm not afraid to tell you that our goal this time is the champion!"

"The goal is quite ambitious... I just don't know if you are bragging." A group of young men and women wearing short-sleeved shirts walked in with great strides, speaking with an American man in the lead.

Zhang Mu recognized the identity of the man at a glance, and he was the captain of the Apocalypse Team and the Apocalypse Demon King.

"Do you think your team can really win by chance?" The Demon King of the End Times put his hands in his bag, looking at the blue classic expressionlessly.

Blue Classic laughed, "Lucky? You overestimate your team's strength... Within thirty minutes! Blue Classic team will definitely win!"

"Oh? You're so confident?" The Demon King of the End Times sneered and nodded at Zhang Mu, "It just so happened that the Twelve-winged Angels were present. You are here to help us be a referee. I would like to use the ten second-grade artifacts as the price to bet on the Blue Classic Team that will lose to our End Times Team within thirty minutes."

"This..." Zhang Mu said with a headache: "It's just a game, there's no need to play so big, you can get ten god-second-grade tools with one move..."
Chapter completed!