Sunset City Lord's Mansion.

"Young Master, the arrangement is almost done!" Victor said with the account book in his hand: "We have received bets of more than 300,000 gold coins together, and the betting crowds are all over all classes. Because you deliberately lowered your own bets, more people are pressing on Cicel of the Mercenary Guild."

"What is the bet ratio? Have you set the bet option for the sum of bets?"

Victor flipped through: "The betting options for playing and playing are set, and the betting return rate is 1 to 100. However, the number of bets is not many, only three thousand gold coins. In any case, we have made more than 50,000 gold coins this time. Gambling is really a huge profit!"

Zhao Feng smiled and said, "As long as you control the ratio of betting, you will definitely make a profit without losing money."

A truly mature casino will not push the dealer to the opposite of the gambler. They just smile and watch the gambler fight to the death, and then make high profits by pumping water.

"So, young master, is the duel going to begin?" Victor looked at Zhao Feng's sure look, and he felt a little more confident in his heart, and asked Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng said: "Tell the Mercenary Guild that you should prepare for a duel in five days! Before that, I have to deal with the auction. I heard that the auction will be held in three days?"

"Yes, the auction house owner Grandon came to you a few times, but you weren't there."

Hearing Victor's words, Zhao Feng said, "What did he ask me for? Okay, I'll go find him later. By the way, I'll slaughter another fat sheep."

"Fat Sheep?" Victor looked at Zhao Feng's appearance and showed a puzzled expression, "What other fat sheep in this city? Young Master. Haven't we all slaughtered?"

In the past few days, most of the wealthy people in Sunset City have entered Zhao Feng's casino. Many people lingered in it and enjoyed it.

Zhao Feng smiled and said, "This is, what I want to deal with is the group of fat sheep in the imperial capital." After that, Zhao Feng walked towards the largest auction house in the city with his very bored bodyguard Bernese.

The auction house was busy and lively. Grandon, the owner of the auction house, introduced some treasures to some noble guests with a hypocritical and professional smile on his face.

"Boss, Lord Earl is here." At this time, a servant said to Grandon. At this time, Grandon was chanting at the nobles from the imperial capital, boasting about how precious the treasures of his auction house were and how strange the origin was.

Grandon, who was interrupted by the conversation, was a little unhappy and asked, "Who is it? Which Count is here." In the past few days, he has received many guests from the imperial capital. Many of them have titles such as Earl or Baron. In Grandon's words, these are all fucking groups of fat fat sheep.

"It's Earl of Dark Evans."

After hearing the servant's words, Grandon's face changed drastically. He left behind several nobles from the imperial capital and said, "Where are you, I'll go and greet him."

"No need to answer, I'm here." Zhao Feng walked into Grandon's auction house with a smile, looked at his eyes, and said, "The business is good!"

"I wish you good luck, Count!" Grandon did not have the arrogant expression to Zhao Feng at this time. At this time, when he faced Zhao Feng, it seemed as if the dog met his master, and he was very pleased.

"How come you have time to come today! The auction will take three days to start!" Grandon looked at Zhao Feng who was looking around and said in confusion.

Zhao Feng said: "It's okay, come and have a look. Is it welcome?"

"Welcome, of course!" Grandon said quickly. He was particularly enthusiastic about Zhao Feng and neglected the guests standing there, which made these people unhappy. Seeing this, he quickly said to Zhao Feng: "I'll introduce you to you. These are a few nobles from the imperial capital."

"This is Baron Killie Reeves, this is Earl of Farke Cordo, that is Earl of Hawk Riston." At this time, Grandon recited a large number of names of these nobles.

These people are all playboys who are famous by Emperors. When they saw Zhao Feng, these people showed a somewhat contemptuous but indifferent expression.

In the imperial capital, these people have long heard of the fact that Zhao Feng is a waste. Although they are also wasteful, they always feel that they are superior and extremely arrogant.

Fake Cordo is the most noble among the three nobles. When he saw Zhao Feng, he said with some sarcasm: "Isn't this the Lord Dark? Haven't you gone to your hereditary territory yet?"

These nobles all expressed gloating expressions about Zhao Feng being sent to a desolate desert territory without eggs.

Zhao Feng said coldly: "You don't need to care whether I go to my territory or not. Also, remember to call my full name next time, Dark Evans, please use you when speaking. This is the politeness of the nobles. If you are not polite, I don't mind teaching you a lesson for your father."

After saying that, he twisted the Fake Cordo's face.

Such actions shocked Fake Cordo and the other two Barons. They did not expect that Zhao Feng would become so arrogant. The servant they brought to find that his young master was insulted, rushed up directly, like a vicious dog released, intending to be detrimental to Zhao Feng.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Zhao Feng and Bernice beside him kicked three times, and the servants brought by these three people were kicked away like a pile of garbage.

Fake Cordo's face changed, he took out his close-fitting daggers and rushed towards Zhao Feng, but his neck was already covered with a dagger.

Bernese looked at him coldly, his face cold, and the dagger in his hand was only a little distance from his skin. This Count could clearly feel the chill of the dagger.

"What do you...you want to do?"

Zhao Feng ordered to Grandden: "Close the door of the auction house and don't let them run away. Otherwise, you should know what I will do."

Hearing Zhao Feng's words, Grandon shivered and shouted to his subordinates: "Don't let these people run away, surround me. If you lose people, I'll tell you to get out."

Because he guarded the door, he saw the other two nobles and their servants who were in bad momentum, so he could only stay here helplessly, with a look of fear on his face.

Zhao Feng looked at the Earl of Farke Cordo with a smile and said, "You said, do I dare to kill you, Lord Earl?"

"You dare!"

Earl of Farke Cordo said: "My father, but the Minister of the Interior. If you kill me, he will not let you go. I will definitely not!"

"I'll ask you again, do I dare to kill you?" Zhao Feng looked cold and said to Bernice: "If he is stubborn, kill him for me."

"Yes." The murderous intent on Bernice was very cold, which made the count soften.

"Dare to kill, dare to kill."

Farke Cordo finally gave in and cried, "Don't kill me, I'll do anything!"
Chapter completed!