With the rapid economic development of the entire Greater China region, Pengcheng, which was originally poor and backward, has also developed rapidly with each passing day and is in a rapid momentum. Although it still cannot compete with those first-tier metropolises, it is ranked among the top in the country's largest second-tier cities.

Fengcheng District.

Among the high-rise buildings, there are lush forests, which embellish this place into a green ocean. This is the circled Fengming Park and one of the places for residents of Fengcheng District to relax and entertain.

The southeast corner of the woods is rarely visited. Even though there are many outdoor fitness equipment, there have been many robbery and murder cases here, so many residents are unwilling to come here. Gradually, this place has become a holy place for a few people.

for example!

Yelu Minghao, who just turned 20 this year.

"Minghao, 20 million. In this afternoon's boxing match, a mysterious man hit you 20 million. If you can win this game, you will get a 10% reward, that is, a full 2 ​​million! Lei Hu is so hateful. He asked you to deliberately let go. Losing this game will make you lose the two million reward!" A man in his thirties with yellow hair and earrings clenched his fists tightly and said with anger.

In front of him was a thin young man, about 1.78 meters tall, and slightly hunched. The young man looked ordinary and had a hideous scar on his side, just like a centipede lying on it, looking a little scary. His black hair was messy, just like a chicken coop, and there was a skull tattooed on his eyebrows. At the bottom of the boxing match, he was called the God of Death.

He...is Yelu Minghao.

Listening to the man in his thirties, Yelu Minghao's expression was as cold as ever, without even any expression. He just sat cross-legged, his eyes were always closed.

The man looked at Yelu Minghao's appearance and said angrily: "Did you hear me?"

"I heard it."

Yelu Minghao slowly opened his eyes and finally spit out three words.

The man said, "What do you think? I can warn you that although these two million can solve your urgent needs, the hospital can use these two million to perform keratografts for your aunt and let her see the light again. But Lei Hu is a cruel and ruthless master. If you don't listen to him, he will kill you."

Yelu Minghao said coldly: "I know what to do."

The man looked at Yelu Minghao's expression and suddenly a bad premonition arose in his heart. He is Cui Hao's boxing agent, who handles all the participation in the competition for him. He also led Yelu Minghao to the underground black boxing arena, but he did not want to offend the famous and powerful Lei Hu in Fengcheng District because of Yelu Minghao's own initiative.

If Yelu Minghao wins in the afternoon boxing match, then he knows clearly the ending of Yelu Minghao and his own ending. The ending is undoubtedly two more bloody corpses in the Fengcheng River the next day.

After a moment of silence, the man said slowly: "Minghao. I won't accompany you in the competition this afternoon. I will go out to the gate of the courtyard today. I will not be back tomorrow night. So, you should do your own thing!"

Said!

He turned around and walked towards the distance, not even leaving a chance to speak for Yelu Minghao.

Yelu Minghao looked at the man's back indifferently, and his heart was as bright as a mirror. The man was afraid that he would violate Lei Hu's will and won the afternoon game. So... he wanted to go out to avoid the limelight.

He did not continue to persuade him, which means that he had given up on himself. Whether he won or lost in the afternoon boxing match, he would never have any dime to do with him.

"Just...abandoned?"

Yelu Minghao's eyes became colder and colder, and the cold light became stronger and slowly turned into murderous intent.

After a long time.

He slowly took out the cheapest communicator from his arms, entered a series of numbers, and then connected the other party. He slowly said, "Xiao Tian. You don't need to say anything or ask anything. You just need to remember every word I said."

"Now, you immediately ask for leave from school, and then go home as quickly as possible to pack up your things and take your mother to the Magic City. Don't go back to Pengcheng again. In addition, I will send two million to your account tonight. You can use this money to perform a corneal transplant for your aunt."

"Don't ask me where the money comes from, or where I will go in the future. If my aunt asks, tell her that I've been to a very far place and it will take years to come back."

"quick……"

After saying that, Yelu Minghao was about to press the button to end the call.

At this moment, a voice with anxiety came out, "Cousin, you must be careful..."

Yelu Minghao's body stiffened slightly, and then he resolutely pressed the button to end the call. He threw the communicator to the ground, stood up quickly, and slashed the communicator into pieces and left with big strides.

Gladiator Gate.

Located in the most prosperous central area of ​​Fengcheng District, surrounded by shops and tall buildings covering the sky. On the wide streets, vehicles flowing endlessly, and people coming and going are endless. In such an environment, several high-end nightclubs with majestic and powerful families are located here. Gladiators are one of these high-end entertainment clubs.

It's 1130 pm.

Yelu Minghao walked through the magnificent dance floor, walked through the corridor outside the high-end KTV box, and passed through the garden-style courtyard from the north passage on the first floor. He ignored the men and women in the nightclub who began to die in broad daylight and came to the gate of the North Building.

The North Tower is rarely open to the public, and every guest who comes here will face inspections of eight middle-aged men with strong physiques and cold expressions. Anyone who wants to enter must show a special identity card. There are two portals in this building, with a large front door and a small back door. Except for two innate warriors who are stationed, they look deserted and few people come in and out.

Yelu Minghao entered through this small door, ignored the two innate warriors, and walked directly into the interior in their fearful eyes. A few minutes later, he came to the elevator entrance on the fourth floor. After entering the elevator, he pressed the button 3.

This numerical symbol does not represent the third floor. The elevator does not rise but falls.

Three underground floors.

Except for the middle position, there is a ring of more than 100 square meters, surrounded by audience seats. In the audience seats, it was already crowded, and many people were waving the notes in their hands, which was too noisy, even compared with the vegetable market, which was not an exaggeration.

Above the audience are VIP rooms. Guests entering the VIP room can see the boxing matches on the ring through the clear glass, while the boxers on the ring and the guests on the audience below cannot see any situation in the VIP room.

The radio sounded:

"There are fifteen minutes left before the betting is over. All guests who are preparing to bet, please go to the window to place a bet and get the voucher."

In the VIP Room No. 8 on the second floor.

After 50 years old, Lei Hu was like a middle-aged strong man. The two glass balls in his hand kept spinning, and his five fingers were constantly shaking. Next to him was a noble lady with an elegant temperament and a lazy expression. The noble lady was holding a pure and flawless Persian cat in her arms.

"Madam Ji, your news is really good. Last night, someone contacted the person in charge here to bet 20 million for this afternoon's boxing match, and you got the news so quickly. Lei admired me! I wonder how much Mrs. Ji was going to bet this time? She was preparing to bet for the Scorpion?" Lei Hu said with a faint smile. Although his expression looked very plain, the respect that flashed from time to time in his eyes showed that this noble lady had a high status.

"Lei Hu! I like this bloody and violent boxing match, you know that. The bet of 20 million is not a big deal, but it can also stimulate the two boxers. I believe that the boxing match will be very exciting later. You... should notify me immediately after you get the news." Mrs. Ji said in that soft voice.

Lei Hu was shocked and sat upright, and smiled bitterly: "Madam Ji, it's not that I don't want to inform you. But... it's Boss Ji that said, I hope you can avoid such things. I have this intention and don't have this courage!"

Mrs. Ji narrowed her eyes slightly, and her tone was much colder: "It's true that he has the final say outside. But when you get home, you still have to listen to me. Do you think... you can offend me if you can't offend him?"

Lei Hu smiled bitterly and said, "I can't afford to offend you two!"

"snort……"

Mrs. Ji snorted coldly, then said lightly: "Tell me about these two boxers! Who do you prefer among them?"

Lei Hu said seriously: "I dare not determine who is stronger and who is weak. I can only analyze their performance in boxing for you. Scorpion, the God of War on the Gladiators, has participated in 326 boxing matches for more than two years, won 290 games, lost 6 games, and tied 30 games. It can be said that it is already a miracle that he can survive until now. His cultivation is now at the sixth level of innate action, and he is ruthless. If it weren't for my strong request, I'm afraid every opponent who was defeated by him would die tragically at his hands. However, even though I strongly bound him, nearly a hundred people have died in his hands over the past two years."

Mrs. Ji nodded slowly and said, "It's indeed amazing, you're talking about it in detail. Tell me about the god of death. This name has momentum. I hope his specific information will not disappoint me."
Chapter completed!