God of War: My Best School Girlfriend

“Is fifty million too much???”

"Boss Huang, when I came here, I heard that you were a loan shark. You couldn't even get out [-] million, right?"

Ye Xingke said with a smile.

There is no need for him to be merciful to the kind of shady businessman who made a fortune from loan sharking.

"But...but [-] million is even worth the appearance price of a world boxing champion!"

Fatty Huang was sweating heavily. He was reluctant to part with such a large sum of money, but he was also afraid that Ye Xing would snap his head off with a "snap".

"I'm much better than the world boxing champion. Besides, if you win, you will win more than [-] million!!!"

“This is a win-win for all of us, what’s wrong???”

"Don't challenge my patience, make arrangements quickly!"

Ye Xingke put his hand on Fatty Huang's shoulder affectionately, and the threat was self-evident.

"...That's okay! But I will only give you money if you win. I won't give you money if you lose!"

"Besides, even if you are beaten to death on the field, I will not take the initiative to shout surrender!"

Even at this time, Fatty Huang still showed his true nature as a profiteer and started bargaining with Ye Xingke.

"Okay, that's no problem. Anyway, I'm not afraid of you defaulting on your debt. I hope we can have a happy cooperation..."

The plan succeeded. Ye Xingke showed an imperceptible smile and shook hands with Fatty Huang.

He couldn't help but feel a little proud of the result.

The current situation not only solves the problem of difficulty in appearing on the stage.

At the same time, he can also blackmail Fatty Huang for a large amount of money. It is simply killing two birds with one stone, the most perfect way to deal with it.

Then Ye Xingke stood up and walked to Luo Wu's side.

"Uncle Luo, when I go up to play the game later, you can go down below and place your bets."

"There are [-] million in this card. You can beat me to win them all. Whether we can make a fortune or not depends on today!"

Ye Xingke handed a card to Luo Wu with a solemn expression.

"Copy that! But young master, you have to be careful when competing. Don't be too dazzling and cause a sensation in the audience!"

Luo Wu took the card and said with a smile.

"No problem! Let's have a fist bump!!!"

Ye Xingke stretched out his right hand and hung it in the air.

Luo Wu also extended his hand: "You have to treat me to a drink after you get rich!"

"ojbk!!!"

Two fists, one big and one small, collided together, full of belief in victory.

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At this time, in the Glory Arena, fighters from other large companies had already entered the arena and completed two games in a row.

The atmosphere in the air is getting hotter and hotter, and people are betting bigger and bigger sums.

Rich people who lose money hope to recover their losses, while those who win money hope to win more.

"These guys are really stupid and have too much money! They made our Lin family earn so much money by lying down."

"What's the next game?"

In a luxurious office at the top of the arena.

A cigar-smoking, arrogant boss crossed his legs on the desk and asked the beautiful female secretary.

"Reporting to Mr. Lin, the next match is between Yutong Financial's fighter, the Russian Great White Bear Herzlov, and Hanjiang Financial's fighter - Prodigal Yan Qing."

The curvy female secretary replied respectfully.

Lin Tianyang, the general manager of the gambling ship Queen, a direct blood relative of the Lin family, and a cousin of Lin Jiancheng.

Because of his top-notch abilities, his family assigned him to the eminently wealthy position on the Queen.

But at the same time, rumors circulated within the Lin family that Lin Tianyang and Lin Jiancheng were at odds, seemingly to divide the family property.

"The prodigal Yan Qing? Who is he? Why have I never heard of this man?"

Lin Tianyang asked, placing his hands on the female secretary's buttocks and rubbing them restlessly.

"He is Boss Huang from Hanjiang Financial. He is a fighter who has just signed a new contract. He has never competed before, so there is no information about him."

There was a flash of spring on the female secretary's face.

"Haha, they actually arranged for a new fighter to compete. Fatty Huang is also desperate!"

"Increase the odds for the prodigal Yan Qing. Only when the odds are high will some opportunistic people bet on him."

Lin Tianyang said lazily.

At this time, he had not yet realized what kind of terrifying energy this fighter named Prodigal Yan Qing contained...

More than a thousand gamblers were sitting in the seats on the sidelines of the Glory Arena, and the noise was endless.

As a special project operated on the Queen's gambling ship, you can not only gamble and win money, but also enjoy fist-fighting and bloody fighting, so it has also accumulated considerable popularity.

"Brother, it all depends on you. You must not lose! I have lost three times in a row and I can't afford to lose again! Don't play with me!"

Fatty Huang had a sad face, looking at Ye Xingke who didn't even do any warm-up exercises, he was about to cry.

"Don't worry, just sit back and wait to collect the money. If the cooperation is pleasant, I will come to you for cooperation in the future."

Ye Xingke wrote lightly, waiting for the show backstage.

The prodigal Yan Qing was his nickname.

Recently, he read many books under the guidance of Lu Wenyuan.

It was impossible to use his real name when he stepped into the ring, so he chose the name of a character he liked in "Water Margin".

"Please be quiet!!! The next game is about to begin!"

the arena host shouted, holding a microphone.

"This game is the fourth showdown between Hanjiang Financial Company and Yutong Financial Company!!!"

"Before, Hanjiang Financial had lost three rounds in a row, which can be said to be a heavy loss."

"This time, they sent out a new fighter named Prodigal Yan Qing! Can he survive and win back the victory?!"

"But Yutong Financial Company is sending a very popular player, a veteran with a record of 36 wins and 18 losses, the Russian Great White Bear - Herzlov!!!"

"It seems that Herzlov didn't even warm up in the last game!! The boss of Yutong Financial sent him out to play in the second game again!!!"

In just a few words, the host undoubtedly looked down on Ye Xingke, who was appearing on the stage for the first time.

"Hey, how about a new person? Fatty Huang is so anxious that he jumped over the wall!"

"When this game is over, Hanjiang Financial will no longer have the capital to be on an equal footing with us!"

The thin boss of Yutong Financial sneered, as if victory had already come to his hands.

"Now announce the odds! Herzlov's odds are five to one!!!"

"The odds of the prodigal Yan Qing are one to five!!!!"

"With such a huge difference in odds, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and place your bets!!!!"

Hearing the outrageous odds, Ye Xingke spat out a mouthful of water.

One to five means that if you invest one dollar in him, you can win five dollars.

By investing in Herzlov, you can only earn [-] cents for one dollar.

With such a huge odds gap, it seems that no one believes that he can win! ! !

Even the cannon fodder monk Sanlong who just appeared has a much higher odds than Ye Xingke.

"Oh my god, am I so weak! Do they look down on me so much??"

Ye Xing was heartbroken.

"Well... Judging from the official information and data, basically no one will win by buying you."

Luo Wu held a piece of paper in his hand and handed it to Ye Xingke.

This is a dedicated player profile.

It records the player's personal data, height, weight, strength, punch speed... and winning rate and other information.

It is information that casinos provide specifically for gamblers to analyze and facilitate their betting.

When Luo Wu went to place a bet just now, he took two of them. .

"Yeah, how can a bean sprout that's 180cm tall and weighs 150cm fight a monster that's 225cm tall and weighs 300 kilograms!? Even I don't believe it!"

Ye Xingke chuckled, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it away.

After reaching an agreement with Fatty Huang.

He then took a simple physical test and recorded his height and weight in the player file.

"But it's pretty good. With such a high odds, Master, you can turn [-] million into [-] million in no time!!!"

Luo Wu tried to comfort Ye Xingke's injured heart.

"It doesn't matter what the odds are, but what those bastards said was really hurtful!"

Ye Xingke pouted at a group of gamblers who were placing bets.

"How dare you call me the prodigal Yan Qing! It's a nice call, isn't it just a hot little chicken who comes to give someone a head? Can you please turn it over???"

"Haha, that's right. Did the boss of Hanjiang also give up on himself?"

"Sending a nameless little guy on the field?? I can think of this game with my toes. It will definitely be a one-sided crushing game!!"

"It's not interesting. The so-called prodigal son probably doesn't even have a chance to fight back! It's really boring to watch such a tasteless game!"

"Don't say that, don't waste your money from whoring! Although the odds are a little low, you can still make a little more by betting more!"

"Yes, yes, hurry up and buy Herzlov, buy more!!!"

At the betting point, people flocked to the place, all betting on the Russian Big White Bear to win.

In their view, this is a battle without any suspense.