burst god

Chapter 870 Logic Ghosts
What is 4000 million principal!
Have you imagined that you have already won the prize before the game even started?

Then plan to continue betting on the next hand?
The little gambling is happy, the soul is light, when did you say you are going to stud.

This is the gambler, the bankrupt kind.

Tang Yingqi was so angry that she didn't want to pay attention to Lu Ze anymore.

"Sure enough, Sister Yingqi still supports me."

Tang Yingqi:? ?
What am I supporting?

Tang Yingqi turned her head abruptly, staring straight at Lu Ze.

Lu Ze's eyes showed emotion.

Sister Yingqi is a typical knife mouth tofu heart.

Tang Yingqi: ...

Lu Ze decided to give Tang Yingqi confidence.

"Sister Yingqi, do you see if my analysis makes sense..."

Sure enough, the beginning caught Tang Yingqi's attention instantly, and even swallowed her criticism forcefully.

"The first round is usually to show off!"

With the familiar words again, the veins on Queen Tang's forehead twitched, and she forcibly took a deep breath.

[I hold back. 】

Lu Ze raised a finger with bright eyes.

"That's why I'm so sure that Dang Jin will win, after all, he looks too strong."

Hearing this, Queen Tang was almost powerless to complain.

According to this reasoning analysis, in the second match right now, Min, who is 201cm tall, should win just now, okay?

Regardless of height or weight, the warriors from the blue side far outperform the red side!
But you obviously bet on the red square, that Ban Zhong is 191cm tall, and has lost a full 100 catties in weight!

With the weight advantage of the warrior, the punching force that can be punched with this 100 catties is geometrically multiplied.

"but--"

Lu Ze's eyes became brighter, and he raised his second finger.

There was water in Tang Yingqi's eyes, she really wanted to hit Lu Ze's head with her fist.

"We think that way, the bookmaker thinks that way, and all the bettors think that way."

Tang Yingqi lowered her head while resting her forehead.

The faces of the guests who were attracted by Lu Ze's ups and downs were complicated.

When did we think that way?
No, we seem to be betting on a taller, heavier, stronger Min Gang.

The guests at the two nearby tables looked at each other with the same absurd meaning in their eyes.

[We really think so? 】

Lu Ze ignored the thoughts and expressions of the people around him, and now he is focusing on telling Tang Yingqi the core part of the analysis.

"So, if you were the banker, would you easily let everyone seize this authority?"

Lu Ze's eyes were burning.

Tang Yingqi: ...

Guests at the next two tables: ...

Those guests were so moved that they almost jumped up.

Logic genius.

Is this kid an entertainment item added by the Silver Royal Family outside of the martial arts competition?
Stand-up comedy?

Solo skit?

Gan!
It also prevents people from watching the contest.

Wu Wendu, the steward of the Baiyin family, had already stepped on the pedal and rose.

Shut up, kid, okay?

The guests at the two tables are usually one party's characters, and their hearts and temperaments determine that they cannot be frizzy.

But for some reason, after hearing Lu Ze's analysis, they were really full of resentment and wanted to vent their anger.

"You are as witty as Sister Yingqi, so you will definitely not." Lu Ze said in a firm voice.

Tang Yingqi had given up resistance.

Now she just simply feels sorry for the 1500 million yuan.

in case……

If you keep the money for yourself...

Then she gritted her teeth and could take out 15.

In this way, both Aze and herself can have fun.

Even if you lose, you won't feel bad.

Too bad there is no if in the world.

Lu Ze once owned 1500 million yuan, but it was all in the past tense.

"So we bet on Ban Zhong, who seems to be at a disadvantage in size, to resist the huge temptation of money and go against the trend."

"We have successfully jumped out of the misunderstanding of thinking!"

"We're headed in the right direction."

Lu Ze's voice was inexplicably infectious.

Tang Yingqi stared blankly at Lu Ze, thinking of the director of the political commissar in her military academy.

The speech of that big man who is extremely valued by the military is also so demagogic and passionate.

"Then why did you bet 8 seconds?"

Tang Yingqi spoke quietly, and she was taken aback after she finished speaking.

[What am I asking this for? 】

Immediately, the girl felt a little embarrassment in her heart, but she managed to maintain Sister Yu's aloofness on her face.

"I wanted to bet on 6, but don't Chinese people believe in 8?" Lu Ze looked serious and sincere.

"puff!"

"Cough cough."

A middle-aged man who was drinking red wine elegantly at the next table sprayed it out, and quickly wiped it with a white towel in shame.

"I have pharyngitis, that's right... Pharyngitis, sorry, I choked on it."

Everyone at the table looked at him with understanding eyes.

In fact, there is no need to explain too much, everyone's hearing is normal.

Tang Yingqi stopped talking, and just stared at Lu Ze with those talking eyes.

"Actually, there is another reason!" Lu Ze suddenly laughed.

And Tang Yingqi's eyes suddenly glowed.

I knew that Aze must have left a hand!
"Boys who love to laugh will not be too unlucky."

Lu Ze showed a sunny smile.

"So we win!"

……

"Well, son, help me up."

The middle-aged man with a weak body and dark eyes glanced at his side.

……

creak!

Tang Yingqi's fists turned white.

Her eyes were already full of grievances.

God knows what ups and downs her mood has gone through in just a few seconds!

"The second match, the preparation period is over, and the match begins!"

At this time, Wu Wen's voice sounded just right.

The instantly quiet atmosphere around finally quieted Tang Yingqi for the time being.

She turned her head and her gaze fell into the arena.

A huge timing projection floats in the sky.

0 seconds, 1 seconds...

Ok?
Why are these two people not moving.

"You give up, today's battle, the champion can only be me."

The deep voice spread throughout the audience.

Tang Yingqi looked at Ban Zhong, who was 191cm tall.

Lu Ze bet on this person's victory.

But didn't they come up and make a move?

Now the time has passed 2 seconds.

Everyone was also stunned.

The middle-aged man over there who had just been lifted up by his son was also taken aback.

Is this a literary fight or a martial fight?

"You want to take this spot, have you asked me about Min Gang's fist?"

Min Gang, who is 201cm tall, rubbed his wrists and jumped lightly.

The ground trembled.

goooo...

There was an involuntary swallowing sound all around.

If this iron tower-like man goes to the battlefield, he must be like a god of war.

If you put on a high-level armor, I'm afraid it will be a walking steel fortress.

"Ask you?" Disdain floated on Ban Zhong's indifferent face.

"Based on your mere eight realms?"

A mere eight realms?

The crowd was in an uproar.

They seem to have gotten to a certain point of information.

Does this mean...

Ban Zhong made a punching posture, and when the timer showed 6 seconds, he stepped forward.

Huge air ripples swept across the surroundings in an instant.

(End of this chapter)