Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 225 Casino Transactions
Million-level fighter.

Zhan Changfeng thought for a while, "For such a high-level fighter, isn't the commission he got enough to pay back the gambling equipment?"

"This person is a bit stubborn. I'm afraid he was tricked by the casino. Who knows what conditions he agreed to at the beginning." The white note replied with his head bowed.

"Really." Zhan Changfeng cut off Xiong Sanhu's head, shook his sleeves and left, "After dawn, you can go out."

Under the barrier, nothing happened in this tavern, standing quietly by the side of the street.

After she left for half a stick of incense, the people in the lobby stood up carefully, but the white note pushed the door, but he couldn't get out.

"What are we going to do now?" A man felt the pulse of the second master, and he was dead.

Bai Tiaozi knew that there were still many people coveting the position of head, so he used Zhan Changfeng to scare them, "Who knows if the female devil will come back again, let's make plans after we can move freely tomorrow."

Quite a few people answered yes, and said that once the head of the family died, they would not know where their treasure was hidden, so if there is any struggle, we should wait until the treasure is found.

The one who was turning the abacus over there helped the round-faced girl, and if you look closely, you will find that the person who is turning the abacus is very cautious, not at all like his attitude towards his daughter.

But forget about the treasure, because Zhan Changfeng has already gone to get it.

Xiong Sanhu's treasury was buried under an abandoned yard in a slum area. Zhan Changfeng swayed into the dilapidated house that was overgrown with weeds, and felt an iron ring on the ground. Below was a cellar full of stench. Nothing, she jumped down, turned around in the empty mossy cellar, touched a trap, and a door appeared, behind the door was the real treasure.

There are more than 2000 spiritual tools, five magical tools, and one magic weapon, as well as [-] million low-grade spirit stones and [-] middle-grade spirit stones.

Being a robber in the casino city can make you rich.

But twists and turns are also indispensable, Zhan Changfeng picked up an account book, this is Xiong Sanhu's lifeblood.

Just like being an official, no matter where you are, you can't escape the conflict of interests. If the things in this account are revealed, Han Xuecheng will be shaken three times.

Zhan Changfeng took everything away, then returned the cellar to its original state, cleared away the traces, and left quietly.

The moon is already in the sky, but for the gamblers in Cold Snow City, there is no difference between day and night.

Zhan Changfeng walked into the Golden Bag Gambling Workshop, stopped a servant at random, and handed him a cloth bag, "Before dawn, let your principal come to see me."

The attendant watched blankly the female cultivator in black walking towards the first-line hall, lowered her head and opened the cloth bag, and suddenly the hair stood on end, and there was a human head inside!
"Steward, steward!" The attendant ran to the steward who was watching the lobby, his legs were almost weak, this was the first time anyone dared to enter their Golden Bag Casino to find fault!
"What does it look like!" The white-faced steward scolded, and took the cloth bag handed over by the attendant, "The hair is frizzy, if you are caught."

The white-faced steward opened his eyes slightly, shook the cloth bag, and took a closer look, "Isn't this Xiong Blind, who brought it here!"

"It's a foundation-building cultivator. He called to see the person in charge. He just entered the first-line hall." The attendant finished in one breath.

"You didn't ask who she is and what she wants to do?"

"This is me."

The white-faced steward waved his hand impatiently, "Go get someone to guard outside the first-line hall."

He carried the cloth bag, thought for a while and ran to the second floor. This blind man was also a tyrant in the streets of the casino, he was involved in both black and white, and he died like that!

The first-line hall is still carnival, and the pointed-nosed monk is urging people to place bets quickly.

Zhan Changfeng sat down in an empty seat in the back row, and looked at the ten fighters on the screen, but there was no name of Shuo Prison.

She waved to a waiter holding a wooden box for betting, and the waiter came over immediately.

"Who do you want to win? The two are evenly matched."

"Is there a list of all the fighters?"

"Yes, one piece of spirit stone." The waiter took out a roster from the leather bag on his waist, and said enthusiastically, "I still have dried spirit fruit meat here, all of which are very cheap, would you like some?"

"No need, can you sign up to challenge a designated person now?"

"of course can."

Zhan Changfeng reported his name, and the waiter produced a certificate of life and death on the spot.

"After signing the agreement, we can arrange the challenge for you."

She took the certificate of life and death, "I'll think about it again, and I'll get back to you later."

"Okay, you can call me anytime."

Zhan Changfeng gave him a spirit stone, bought a roster, and saw the portrait and brief introduction of Shuo Prison at the million level. He is a contract fighter, that is, a slave fighter, and everything he has belongs to the casino.

The image is quite in line with the old man's description, as to whether it needs to be verified, it's just that contract fighters are strictly controlled by the casino, so it's not easy to see.

Fortunately she was prepared.

There was another layer of blood in the iron prison, and the battle reached its climax. The spectators stood up excitedly, shouting and roaring.

The door of the first-line hall opened and closed, and Luoluo Baiyi sat down next to her, "Shouldn't Daoist friends hand over that blind man to the City Lord's Mansion? Why did you bring him here?"

"It's the same." Zhan Changfeng handed over the roster, "You can send people there now and catch them all. I'll use this group of people and replace him."

The person who came was Weng Sankai's eldest disciple, the owner of the Golden Bag Casino, and he couldn't afford to lose.

The name that I can't afford to lose has the style of a gambler, but his appearance is more like a romantic talent, but the city is extremely dark and dark. He is actually presiding over many things in Cold Snow City behind the scenes.

Can't afford to look at the portrait, "I don't know Your Excellency."

"Entrusted by others."

I couldn't afford to lose and laughed twice, and didn't ask again, "This person is a million-level fighter in my casino. He conducts at least two hundred competitions a year, earns 20 yuan per game, and has signed a ten-year agreement with the casino. Then you can earn at least 4 million, how many heads do you want to replace?"

The contacts in Xiong Xiazi's hands are indeed a major reason why the City Lord's Mansion dare not act rashly, but now that he is dead, the value is not that great, at most it is to add some merits to the City Lord's Mansion.

"Your Excellency's words are out of the ordinary, and it depends on whether he can live to ten years later." Zhan Changfeng raised the life and death certificate in his hand, "My client didn't say whether he wanted to live or die. Yes, I personally feel that it is very operable, or you think he can beat me in the life-and-death battle."

I can't afford to lose the corner of my mouth slightly, surprised in my heart, I turned my head to look at this unremarkable monk, the messy figure falling in front of her was reflected on her body, her expression was as calm as a rock in water under the flickering light, look Unclear, and not sure about the context, "Did you prepare for it?"

Zhan Changfeng said indifferently, "I just settled the account like you before I came in."

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Zhan Changfeng took out two storage bags, "This is Xiong Sanhu and Kan Quezi's stuff, I haven't touched it, maybe you can find something you need from it, the valuation is [-] million, is it enough?"

Need something?

The title deed real estate under their influence?

One stick and one sweet date, he couldn't afford to lose and felt faintly uncomfortable. It was a feeling of being suppressed. He hadn't felt this kind of feeling for a long time, but from the perspective of trading, this deal was undoubtedly a good deal.

I can't afford to lose the two storage bags, and the divine sense seal inside has not been touched, "Okay, I will make arrangements after I finish this matter."

"Can I see him first?"

Unable to lose, he nodded, then left with the storage bag, and sent someone to thoroughly investigate Xiong Xiazi's den overnight.

(End of this chapter)