532: C532 A Weird Bet

C532 A Weird Bet

A complete set of heavy armor was neatly arranged on both sides of this palace corridor, apparently the owner's valuable collection.

The decorations on the walls, the murals on the dome, and even the smooth marble pattern on the floor gave off an ancient and luxurious aura.

Yang Qiu and Satan passed through the corridor. At the door stood two black-robed men who were dressed the same as them, but they wore black masks on their faces.

No one spoke the whole time. The two black-robed men pushed open the heavy door. Behind the door. . . It was a large conference room with a round table. In front of the huge conference table, there were already thirty or so golden-masked men sitting quietly.

After entering, another two black masked men were holding a strange instrument. They scanned the mask on Yang Qiu's face carefully and then said coldly:

"Please sit. "

In order to keep it a secret, the person who spoke had a voice changer installed on his throat. His voice sounded like an electronic voice.

As for the other black-masked man, he quickly brought over a cotton tray. On the tray, there were two numbers on it. Obviously, this was the symbol of identity identification.

Yang Qiu took the plate from Satan's hand and looked at it. The number on it was 37, and Satan's was 37.

Although they were separated by the mask, Yang Qiu could still see the different kinds of eyes from the 30 or so masked men through the eyes on the mask.

Everyone was silent. Behind every golden-masked man stood a silver-masked bodyguard. The atmosphere became extremely solemn.

Time passed minute by minute. There wasn't even a sip of water on the round table, but no one said anything.

After sitting there for more than an hour, no one came out to greet them. Everyone still did not move.

Yang Qiu and Satan both withdrew their auras, no different from ordinary people.

Satan was the descendant of Griffith's first Embrace. Only Mahayana Period warriors could sense his qi. As for Yang Qiu. . . He was no longer a cultivator. His Chaotic Body allowed him to be an ordinary man at any time.

Another hour passed. Finally, three black-robed, black-faced men walked out from the other side of the door.

"Everyone, I am the person in charge of this gamble, please stand up and follow me"

Everyone slowly stood up, but still no one made a sound. Only the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard.

Yang Qiu walked at the back and quickly exchanged a look with Satan. Then, he followed the group and walked into another hall.

After passing through the hall, the group began to walk down a flight of stairs. After walking through this flight of stairs, what entered Yang Qiu's eyes was a squarish, cold, and heavy basement.

The basement was completely piled up with huge black stones. The walls and floor were polished until they were very smooth. The walls and the dome were both brightly lit, making the entire main hall not have the slightest shadow.

The leader of the team walked to the high platform at the front and raised his hands. Everyone's eyes were focused on him. This leader even wore black gloves on his hands. His entire body was wrapped tightly, and not a trace of skin could be seen. The pair of eyes that were exposed were even wearing camouflage contact lenses that changed color.

Yang Qiu, however, could see this guy's face.

He was a white man in his forties. His forehead was wide, and he had a straight hook. His lips were thin. Clearly, he was a heartless person.

"Everyone, I believe everyone knows the rules of the bet. Two hours, regardless of winning or losing, will be over in two hours. The winner of the top ten will draw 20% of the winning amount as the fee. Now, everyone, please begin. "

As soon as the voice of the person in charge finished speaking, the hall seemed to have doubled in size. On the other side, there were all kinds of gambling tables, and around the hall, There were resting sofas and all sorts of fine wine.

It turned out that this underground hall made full use of the lighting and the visual error. As long as one turned on all the lights, one would discover that there was something different about this place.

Different from the empty space here, half of the hall was placed on the gambling table. The floor was covered with a black carpet, and the walls were also illuminated. Obviously, this was to prevent any possibility of cheating.

Yang Qiu glanced over and could not help but be secretly surprised. He even found a gambling tool unique to Hwa Country.

Mahjong!

Yang Qiu couldn't help but laugh.2

At this moment, the 36 golden-masked men in front of them were no longer as cold and silent as before. Everyone went to the resting area to pick up a glass of wine, and then they started gambling.

Yang Qiu couldn't help but nod.

Sure enough, this kind of gambling was very interesting.

On the back of the black-robed person in charge, there was a huge cross embroidered on it. In the middle of the cross, there was a bright rose.

This rose was simply strange. It made people want to take another look at it, and then it would stimulate a strong excitement and desire in their hearts.

Sure enough, there was a ghost.

Yang Qiu also gradually understood that behind this Rose Cross, there must be a mysterious force supporting it, and not like what Satan had said. As for whether Satan was lying to him or not, that was absolutely not the case.

Because the last time Satan came to participate in this bet, he disguised as someone else's bodyguard and came in. At that time, he was just an ordinary person and naturally would not notice the strangeness of this cross.

Yang Qiu was also secretly surprised. He had personally experienced how airtight the entire process was. This guy Satan was indeed worthy of being called the King of Assassins. If it were him, sneaking in would not be a problem. But, Satan was only an ordinary person in the past.

The bet here was beyond Yang Qiu's imagination.

The two golden masked men on Yang Qiu's right, one of them held a glass of wine and the other lightly touched it, saying softly:

"Do you want to bet with me? How about two? "

The other one slowly nodded and asked:

"What do you want to bet?"

The golden masked man who proposed the bet smiled and said lightly:

"Let's bet on the weight of our bodyguards. I am the one who suggested the bet. You have the right to choose first. "

Yang Qiu couldn't help but be shocked.

Two points was two hundred million, two hundred million, and they actually used such a simple method to bet on winning and losing?

He immediately walked up slowly. At the same time, the other golden-haired masked men also naturally moved closer.

Behind the two golden masked men gambling, a bodyguard walked out from behind each of them. He was dressed in a wide black robe, so it was impossible to tell his physique. It was the same for his height and height.

The two bodyguards slowly walked together. The blonde masked man who accepted the bet slowly nodded and said:

"Whoever wins will lose!"

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