If it weren't for the preparation just now, the group of second-generation people who were above the top were too lazy to even watch it. Who would care about what a transparent little person choose?
But now, even if no one says it, Lin Yi's weight in their eyes seems to be very different invisibly.
Lin Yi swept around and then spoke, "No. 13."
Everyone was stunned. When they reacted, they immediately showed a sarcastic look.
"If you don't say anything else, this guy's eyesight is really bad."
"He actually chose No. 13? If I remember correctly, No. 13 of the warm-up match a few days ago was the one who was abused the most, right?"
"It's a good thing it's a warm-up match. If there were such a death match today, the grave grass was growing all over, and Lin Yi looked at the five and six people, and he really had a vision, haha."
"Did he choose on purpose? Just to find an opportunity to bring good luck to Mr. Qi, and to be a dog for Mr. Qi?"
"I also think that even if you choose from among the few people standing, you can win much greater. Look at that silly No. 13, a weak and useless person, who has just been shocked and hasn't gotten up yet."
Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Lin Yi didn't care.
Whether from the perspective of appearance or hard strength, the number 13 he chose is indeed not a good choice.
The fifty death row prisoners present were the one with the most cowardly demeanor, giving people the feeling that they didn't even dare to look at people in a straight face. They were born with a cowardly temperament.
He was shocked by this group of people, and the last few got up. After getting up, his first reaction was to hide in the corner and dare not have any visual contact with other death row prisoners.
Choose one of fifty.
Can this guy be the last one to survive?
Any normal person would probably not choose this way, including Zhao Feng, who couldn't help but sweat for Lin Yi.
"What's this? Do you admit defeat with me in disguise? Then you might as well just kneel down and kowtow directly."
Mr. Qi sneered.
He personally selected these fifty death row prisoners from the heavenly prison, and he knew very well about each person's information, including this coward No. 13.
It is true that No. 13 is not as weak as he shows on the surface, but standing with the other forty-nine death row prisoners present, he is just a cannon fodder to make up for the numbers.
Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?
There is no such possibility at all.
Without thinking, Lin Yi’s choice is useless.
Lin Yi responded lightly: "It's still too early to say who kowtows to whom. Young Master Qi can tell you your choice."
"Okay, it depends on how you learn to bark."
Mr. Qi snorted: "No. 4, I will choose you today. If I don't work hard later, I will guarantee that you will be worse than death."
Number 4 raised his eyelids and did not respond.
There was another discussion in the surrounding stands.
Number 4 is a skinny old man. Although he is not as rude as he is, he is actually not much better than the No. 13 that Lin Yi chose.
But one thing is that he is one of the few people who have not been stunned by Lin Yi's aura just now.
This alone is enough to prove that this person is not as simple as he looks in appearance.
Lin Yi glanced at No. 4 meaningfully, then flashed and returned to Zhao Feng's No. 10 box.
At the same time, the other second-generations in the stands also began to bet.
For today's death race, they also did a lot of homework in advance. Although the information they obtained was not as complete as Mr. Qi, they also had their own tricks.
Today's market quota is quite large. Once you bet on the right treasure, it will be enough to make a big profit.
"Is that number 13 really reliable?"
Seeing Lin Yi's face was confident, Zhao Feng couldn't help asking.
Lin Yi smiled back and said, "If you are interested, you can bet on him, and you should not disappoint you."
"But no matter how I look at him, he doesn't look like a fierce man who can survive?"
Zhao Feng was skeptical. At least King Zhao was the one who helped her to be strong. She was quite confident in her own eyes. However, seeing Lin Yi say this, she still bet on No. 13 for 10,000 luck.
Lin Yi himself was secretly regretful.
If he could bet, he would definitely squeeze the handicap out of here tonight, but unfortunately he couldn't end in person.
As soon as he bet with Mr. Qi, he was already targeting public criticism. Every move attracted much attention and his goal was too big.
Secondly, even if he can suppress these additional risks, he still cannot end up in person.
This was what Jiang Xiaoshang reminded him a few days ago.
"The future pointed out by Si Nanjie is indeed a destined future, but it is hard to say if it is not the one you see."
"Sinan Jie is very useful, but your eyes may not be effective."
"Especially if there is a lot of luck and interests involved, it is very easy to get lost."
"The huge fortune itself will become a layer of invisible tricks, so that you will not see through Si Nanjie's true instructions, and you will brainwash yourself."
The reason why Lin Yi chose No. 13, who was born with a coward, was because he saw Si Nanjie's prompt.
The luck he bet with Mr. Qi is basically the limit.
If there is more luck, it is probably hard to say whether Si Nanjie can still work.
While speaking, amid the cheers of the audience, the death race below officially began.
For a moment, all fifty death row prisoners became nervous, like beasts that chose to devour others, ready to launch a death raid on others at any time.
After all, the rules are very clear, one is alive for fifty.
If they want to live, they must kill all the other forty-nine people present, and no one can be missed!
Bang!
Accompanied by a burst of exclamations, the death row prisoner No. 37 was torn in half. The death row prisoner and the audience in the stands did not even know who took the action.
These death row prisoners were strictly sealed and could not mobilize any rule power. They were even hard to call true qi. They could only use the most primitive physical skills to fight for their lives.
What's the situation?
Mr. Qi was the old god here and snapped his fingers: "It's too boring to fight like this. Come on, give them some lottery."
After the words came to an end, five treasure chests emerged out of thin air from the battlefield, with random locations distributed.
The death row prisoners were all excited.
The nearest death row prisoner opened it first, and there were various weapons inside, including cold weapons such as swords and guns. What's outrageous is that there are actually modern thermal weapons, including a grenade.
"Open a blind box, right?"
Lin Yi looked at Mr. Qi from the box No. 10 opposite him and said, "I really love to play."
If there were no such random blind boxes, this battle would be basically a pure battle of hard power. Whoever has the strongest strength is most likely to survive to the end.
Chapter completed!