I, the miracle doctor, pay money

Perhaps it was unexpected to the extreme, but the man calmed down and asked in a calm voice, "Do you know who did it?"

Shi Jian didn't expect him to respond so calmly, so he couldn't help being stunned.

The man stepped in and immediately asked: "If you don't know who did it, how can you be sure that Yaheng sent someone to do it?"

Someone next to him immediately passed a message to him: "That's right, what if someone deliberately used this trick to frame Yaheng?"

Shi Jian had never met such a shameless person, he looked at the person who spoke in shock, the person was standing in the stands, he also looked like an elder.

Shi Jian didn't know what Neville's expression was like now, he only knew that his own expression was about to lose his grip.

There was a fire in his heart, which made his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys ache.

"What do you mean?" He gritted his teeth and said a short sentence.

The man's voice became softer, as if he was not as confident as before: "It's not interesting, it's just to mention all the possibilities. What if it's right..."

Holding the evidence, Shi Jian turned around and put the tip of the sword against the man's nose. His entire jaw line was very clear because of the force of gritting his teeth: "Are you talking about the trap set by Neville himself?"

The man was pointed at by Shi Jian, and he felt a little wanting to slip away, but all eyes were on here, and it was hard to run away under the watchful eyes of everyone, but he didn't want to answer either, so he could only pretend to cough twice.

The sorrow in Shi Jian's heart surged up like a tide, he sighed deeply, and finally understood why Neville had said long ago that this home was not worth caring about.

He slowly retracted all the healing power on the bubble, the laser sword gradually lost its fixed strength and fell a little bit, and he held the lightsaber firmly in his hand.

When the healing power dissipated, the gizmo wrapped by it was exposed, which was a not-so-smart cheating item.

But Shi Jian knew that this seemingly insignificant thing was actually surprisingly powerful.

"You probably haven't used it before," he said with his head down, without raising his eyes to look at the people around him, "so you probably don't know, although this is just a small cheating tool with little technical content, it is It is because it is too simple, but it can fool the most high-end detection equipment."

Speaking of this, he felt that someone pulled him from behind. According to his position, only Naville should be able to do it.

Shi Jian slowed down, knowing that Neville understood what he wanted to say, and was using this method to comfort him.

He turned his head and smiled, indicating that he was fine, and continued, "But do you know? If I hadn't discovered it, if I hadn't been able to stop it, one of the two players in today's match might have died."

Having said that, he gradually lost control of his anger, and his tone became higher: "It's not a death in a simulated instrument, but a real death! Who do you think this person will be?!"

The person questioned by him froze and looked around, at a loss. They seemed to want to call the bodyguards to take Shi Jian away, but his subordinates were dismissed by Naville's look, and no one really dared to do anything to Shi Jian. What.

Shi Jian put the thing on the ground and said, "Maybe the major general is already used to your manners, and we had already guessed that there would be a big gift waiting for us before we came, but we didn't expect it to be such a big gift. "

He turned to Yaheng, his eyes flicked between Naville and Yaheng, and finally stopped on Naville, but his words were obviously directed at Yaheng: "If you really want a simple result so much , why don't we play an extra game."

"You!" The person next to him immediately wanted to stop.

Someone asked in a moderate voice: "Can you make the decision for the major general?"

"Could it be that he wants to do it by himself?" When Shi Jian heard someone speculate like this, he even felt a little amused.

"Actually, it's not impossible if I play by myself. It's just that this is the Ulster family's competition venue. In order to choose the next heir of the Ulster family, if I win, will you let me inherit?" he asked.

Naturally, no one answered.

Although according to common sense, it is absolutely impossible for Shi Jian to win, but according to the information they know, Naville should not have won just now.

He is obviously still recuperating, but he has only recovered part of his mental strength. How could he use his abilities so skillfully and easily to defeat Yaheng?

The intelligence error just now was still in sight, which made these people lose the courage to go further.

Although Shi Jian was an ordinary therapist according to their intelligence - although he was a little closer to Naville, he was still a therapist after all.

But no one dared to take the risk.

What if he hides something?

Shi Jian naturally knew everyone's worries, he sneered, and added: "So let the major general talk about it."

Naville glanced at him, a little funny, but he still supported the people on his side: "What he said is what I said. If you want, you can play another game. But if there is an extra game, then I ask not to use simulation Cabin, let's get real."

Yaheng was secretly making eye contact with his relative, and was taken aback by Neville's proposal.

Naturally, he would not agree, and objected to the suggestion with a stiff neck.

The situation was at a stalemate for a while.

"Since everyone has their own reasons, why not forget about today's match? Let's sit down and talk slowly. Don't be so nervous." Someone suddenly suggested in a low voice.

In normal times, the person who made this suggestion would probably be laughed at to death, but on this occasion, everyone was strangely quiet, revealing a sense that silence means approval.

Shi Jian frowned: How can this work, maybe what they will do next time.

He was a little anxious, the laser sword in his hand was stuck on the ground, and he looked at Naville.

Naville stood calmly, neither agreeing nor objecting to the proposal just now, standing with folded arms, one hand tapped lightly on the optical brain, as if waiting for something.

When the hall gradually became noisy, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a familiar figure walked in, and said loudly, "Do you want evidence? I brought it."