The speaker was wearing a decent white Tang suit, holding two walnuts in his hand, and constantly playing with them. He looked about sixty years old, with gray hair and a big back, giving people the feeling of a big leader, with a good temperament, and he was not a mediocre person at first glance.
There were several people following him, each with deep eyes, and they must be all Jianjiazi. What's strange is that there is also a high nose bridge, big eyes, tall, and bald head. It looks a bit like an Indian Asan. Standing next to that person, his eyes are not squinting, and his eyes are as flat as a mirror. It seems that no one can see a trace of turbulence in his eyes, and naturally he can't guess what he is thinking.
As soon as this person arrived, Mr. Tan and Lashou Peng all stood up and looked at him in horror.
"Master Chen!" Mr. Tan and Lashou Peng shouted respectfully in front of the ring.
The other rich people watching the game in front of the ring also stood up and greeted the old man in front of him politely.
The man who was called Master Chen waved his hand with a smile and said, "Sit down, everyone is here to play, don't be so polite."
This man was very arrogant and respectful. After everyone got the order, they sat down one after another.
But Mr. Tan and Lashou Peng did not dare to sit down, stood there with their eyebrows down and no longer dared to speak.
Even Ge Yu, who had been sitting there silently, was attracted by the old man and looked at this person, thinking that even Mr. Tan looked like a grandson when he saw him. It seemed that this person was quite famous.
Just as he was confused, he saw Mr. Chen slowly walking towards Mr. Tan and said with a smile: "Xiao Tan, the master you found is good at kung fu. He looks like a tough character. It just happened that I have a master here, how about letting them get through it? Let's play, how about the bet of 40 million?"
Mr. Tan trembled and said with a smile: "Since it is the person you found by Mr. Chen, you must be a peerless master. I don't think you need to compete... The person I found is not the opponent of Mr. Chen..."
When he said this, Mr. Tan's heart was trembling. Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen would come to participate in this kind of gambling game.
Mr. Chen is famous for his name Gong Hongchen, and he is quite powerful. One of them is a son who is at the level of deputy department in Nanjiang Province. Mr. Chen is also the leader of the underground forces in Nanjiang Province. The underground forces in major counties, cities and districts in Nanjiang Province are the ones who follow Chen Ye. In Nanjiang Province, the ground can tremble three times.
Even if Mr. Chen and Tan Chong asked for 40 million, Tan Chong would not dare to fart. Even if Mr. Chen had eight courages, he would not dare to offend Mr. Chen in front of him.
After hearing Mr. Tan’s words, Mr. Chen’s face turned solemn and said with some displeasure: “Xiao Tan, why are you so brave? You are not as energetic as you were when you were young. I see that the master you found is not weak, and I am not sure that you can beat your person. Let’s play with me, don’t be as sluggish as a woman.”
"Since Mr. Chen said this, Xiao Tan would dare to confuse Mr. Chen. Don't hurt the harmony." Mr. Tan whispered.
"Okay, play, I haven't been so exciting for a long time. Today's bet is good, it's delicious." Mr. Chen patted Tan Chong's shoulder, then walked directly under the table, found a place to sit down, and looked at the ring with a smile.
At this time, Mr. Tan felt depressed. The bet with Mr. Chen was really good, and he was not bad, either to win or lose.
If he wins Chen, he will not have any good results in the future. If he loses even worse, he will lose 40 million directly. These 40 million is not a small amount. I guess if he made a profit in all places in Jiangcheng City in a year, although he won 20 million just now, there would be no more than 20 million. When he thinks of this, Mr. Tan felt pain.
Mr. Tan sat down next to Mr. Chen with some nervousness. At this time, the Indian San, who had been standing beside Mr. Tan, walked slowly towards the arena.
He did not rush onto the stage like the other fighters, just walked up to the stage with all kinds of tricks, and stood directly opposite Jiang Haixiao.
When Jiang Haixiao saw this person coming up, he was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, he was still a foreigner, with a high nose, big eyes, dark skin, and a bald head. He seemed ordinary, but his eyes looked like a pool of stagnant water, making people unable to understand what he was thinking in his heart, which immediately made Jiang Haixiao feel unconfidence.
"Master Jiang, it depends on you this time, do it well!" As soon as the Indian master walked onto the arena, Mr. Tan greeted Jiang Haixiao. Even he himself didn't know why he suddenly said this to Jiang Haixiao. Perhaps he was too nervous.
Jiang Haixiao just nodded slightly at Master Tan, and then his eyes fell on the Indian master again.
As before, Jiang Haixiao reported his name, and then Indian A San said two words in very stiff Chinese - Singh!
I don’t know if it’s the name or surname of the Indian buddy, but it made Jiang Haixiao confused anyway.
Next, Jiang Haixiao didn't talk much to the Indian buddy. What about foreigners? This place is not something that can be compared. As long as my fist is hard, I will knock you down.
Thinking of this, Jiang Haixiao shook his body and punched the Indian master in the chest.
The punch was quite heavy, causing a whistling sound, but when the fist was about to land on the Indian buddy, he stood there motionless, and finally the fist fell firmly on him.
Suddenly, Jiang Haixiao was extremely surprised, and everyone in the audience also sighed.
This punch indeed hit the Indian master's chest, and a big bag bulged on the back of the Indian master. Everyone present thought that Ah San must be finished.
But Jiang Haixiao felt an incredible feeling. His punch seemed to hit a ball of cotton, and his fist had no focus at all. The surprise in his heart was indescribable.
What surprised everyone even more was that the Indian master suddenly thrust forward, and a powerful force rushed towards Jiang Haixiao's hand. Jiang Haixiao let out a muffled groan, and the Indian master flew back several steps with his body bullet.
I'm sorry... Why does this foreign man seem to have no bones? His body feels like a ball. No matter how much force you exert on him, it will be bounced back.
Chapter completed!