1287: C1287 In Your Name

C1287 In Your Name

However, they were all smart people who had played in the black market for so long, how could there be such a great bargain in this world?0

Especially when they saw the fighters on stage, everyone felt like they were being scoffed at.

The fighters on the tenth row were all in the top ten of the black market. Without exception, they were all familiar faces that they usually saw.

Different masks represented different strengths, and this also meant that this was the most formidable strength in the black market.

Looking at the number one on the other side, it was a guy that he had never seen before. His body was weak and couldn't even withstand a single punch. The disparity in strength between the two factions could be seen with a single glance. There was no comparison at all. The result would be obvious without even needing to fight.

"A dozen like this, could it be that the organizers are giving us benefits?"

"I reckon the organizers pity us for losing so much money, or maybe the organizers have made too much money, so they are prepared to give us something in return for this duel."

"It's fine as long as you invest 10. 1: 1.1 is still money."

After witnessing the difference in strength between the two sides, he had already determined which side he was betting on with 100% certainty. Ten sides is sure to make money or not. Those with brains know how to make decisions.

"Fire boss, which side are you betting on?"

Shocked, the delinquent withdrew his gaze from the blackboard, and asked curiously: "Everyone bet on that side, how about we follow and bet on it?"

"If I don't seize this good opportunity, it will be difficult for me to earn money."

Looking at Lin Fann who had his hands behind his back on the stage, his eyes narrowed from the fire: "I will bet fifty thousand Chinese dollars in your name. Remember, it will be in your name."

He didn't know why, but he had a strong premonition that this kid might actually win. Although he was curious about why he would have such a feeling, he decided to gamble on his sixth sense.

Of course, he couldn't use his name to bet. If he did that, it would be too obvious and the others would follow. By placing a bet in the name of a hooligan, he would be able to avoid this kind of situation.

"Mr. Gunner, I've already placed my bet, a total of 50,200 Chinese dollars, of which 200 are mine."

Although he didn't understand why the gunner bet on Lin Fann, the little hoodlum still decided to bet with him. Moreover, Lin Fann was the one who gave out the two hundred Chinese dollars, so even if he lost, he wouldn't lose anything.

Clang clang …

The bell rang again, and the collection in the betting area stopped. The ten bets on the side added up to a total of 300,000 Chinese dollars, while the one on the other side only had 50,200 Chinese dollars.

The disparity in the ratio of payout resulted in the difference in the amount of bets placed!

"Someone is actually betting on that side?" Is it brainless? "

"Haha, maybe this 50,000 Chinese dollars was bet by the host himself, how embarrassing would it be if it was zero?"

"It's starting, it's starting. Let's wait and properly collect the money."

After the tsk-tsk sounds were heard, everyone turned their gazes towards the arena. They wanted to see it for themselves — how it was done, how their payments were made.

The ten fighters who had already received the news glanced at each other and a curly-head walked out. "Don't even mention us bullying you with our numbers, just me alone will be enough to kill you."

Which of these fighters wasn't muscular? The power contained in their fists could instantly kill a calf. As for the opponent in front of him, his weak body was simply too weak.

"Let's attack together, otherwise you will regret it."

Without doing anything, Lin Fann shook his head: "You guys are too weak, I don't even want to care about you."

"You're still pretending even when you're about to die? Fine, I'll smash your head with one punch."

Ye Zichen shrugged towards his nine comrades, then rushed over in the next second, before punching Lin Fann in the head: "Hey, go to hell."

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