True RMB player

Chapter 217

"You guys are fooling around!" Yang Cong and Fatty were anxious again, they had never heard of such a thing just now, what two wins in three rounds, heads-up is all about one sentence to determine the outcome.

"Who's fooling around? My elder brother said that if you win two out of three rounds, you will win two out of three rounds. If you don't accept it, do it." Hongmao was the first to attack, rolling up his sleeves as if he was about to fight.

"Come on, come on, let's do it, we'll do it with you." All the people in the Internet cafe stood up at once, tall, short, fat and thin, at least twenty people in total, and all rolled up their sleeves.

Hong Mao's face froze all of a sudden, and he felt very embarrassed at the same time. He wanted to pretend to be thirteen, but he didn't expect that the people in the entire Internet cafe were so hostile to them.

"Cough, well, brothers, don't get me wrong, I'm just a bit hot in the weather, to dissipate the heat, to dissipate the heat." The red hair accompanied him with a smile, with an unnatural expression on his face, he quickly put down his sleeves, and then glared fiercely at the fat man and Yang Cong glanced at the two.

"Bah, you bastard." Yang Cong said disdainfully. The red hair was annoyed, but he quickly suppressed it. He was really afraid that he would walk out from here tonight.

Li Ming didn't react at all. It wasn't until they finished their performance that Li Ming said, "If you win two out of three rounds, you'll win two out of three rounds. It doesn't matter, anyway, the ending is the same."

With a touch of confidence, he won the applause of everyone in the Internet cafe, and everyone cheered.

"Come on, level suppression is nothing. It just so happens that the first game is done, and the second game will hit you casually." Li Ming said again, stretching his waist.

"Damn! You pretend again!" The red-haired man was arrogant, trying to suppress Li Ming's aura.

"Why, the beatings weren't enough before? Why don't you go up together and give you a chance to defeat me." Li Ming was extremely confident, even though Fatty and Yang Cong were speechless for a while, this Li Ming really pretended to be Three packs are addicting.
"Are you looking down on my boss?" Hong Mao didn't answer, not because he didn't dare, but because he felt a little guilty in his heart. This Mu Hai is known as the Three Second Man in the world. It's not unreasonable. Anyone who has ever formed a team with him, First, he cried bitterly and felt like dying, but he had seen it with his own eyes.

"No, it's not just your boss, but you as well. I just want to ask if you dare to defeat me together." Li Ming snorted softly.

"Boy!" Hong Mao was about to explode. It was the first time he saw someone pretending like this. He really wanted to grab Li Ming and beat him up.

"Come on, I will definitely crush you in this round." Mu Hai spoke again. His face was not very pretty. He had lost a lot of face today. In front of everyone in the Internet cafe, he lost to one In the hands of people whose rank is lower than yourself.

"Then come on." Li Ming grinned, and the two clicked on Ready, and the ten-second countdown started again.

"How about it, let's gamble a little more this time?" Li Ming chuckled, he had his eye on the hundred-yuan bill, and he had to take it away tonight.

"You're trying to die!" Mu Hai widened his eyes, trying to scare Li Ming, but it was impossible.

"You don't dare. Your servant lost two hundred to me just now. As a big brother, you can't be less than him. Come again." Li Ming took out another hundred yuan bill and put it on the table.

"Very good, today I will teach you a lesson for pretending to be thirteen, hmph, if you dare to pretend in front of me, you will cry later." Mu Hai snorted heavily, and with a little reluctance pulled out of his pocket. He took out a hundred-dollar bill.

Li Ming was overjoyed, looking at Mu Hai's two hundred-yuan bills as if looking at the money in his own pocket, he had already asked for these two hundred-yuan bills in advance.

He had already seen from the last game that Mu Hai was just a showman. At the beginning, he was as fierce as a tiger, but after a few seconds, he would wilt, and he would fight casually at that time.

"Perhaps, this is the Three Second Man." Li Ming thought to himself, but did not dare to say it out loud. He was still afraid that he would be beaten to death on the spot.

After the ten-second countdown ended, Mu Hai took the lead again. He was even more arrogant than in the previous round. He wanted to kill the warrior immediately, but he was disappointed. The tenth-level violent skill of the warrior was not what he, who was not wearing equipment, wanted to chase after. On the one hand, Wu Daoist's skills are missing one after another.

Sure enough, after about ten seconds, Mu Hai withered, and the rhythm of the Five Daoist Masters slowed down. At this time, Li Ming, who had been evading, manipulated the martial artist to fight back, interrupting all of Mu Hai's movements at once. Rhythm.

Next, it was a unilateral crush. It wasn't the five masters who crushed the warriors, but the warriors fought against the five masters until he finally won without losing a single drop of blood from his warriors.

The red-haired man had already finished reading it, he knew that the big brother's "three-second man" problem had come again, and he already knew the end from the time the warrior fought back just now.

"Hahahaha, this is too useless, isn't it? The Wudao master is so fierce at the beginning, why can't he stand up so much? Is it possible that you are a three-second man?" Fatty and Yang Cong laughed loudly, and many people in the Internet cafe They all laughed out loud, many of them also knew the nickname of Mu Hai, it was so embarrassing to be pointed out at this moment, they, bystanders, wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"Three-second man." Li Ming was a little confused. The fat man and Yang Cong really dared to say it, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that only this word could be worthy of Mu Hai.

All of a sudden, Mu Hai's face turned livid, and then it became red and white. After a while, he slapped the table and shouted: "I don't accept it, come again, five games and three wins, I must win you!"

"Come again? Why don't you go back and mend your body first." Li Ming said with a smile.

"You're looking for a fight!" Mu Hai was extremely annoyed, his face was completely lost here today.

"No, peace is the most important thing for us. Just now I promised you two wins in three rounds. Isn't there one round left? Come again, don't think about adding sets, the referee is here to watch." Li Ming Without fear, behind him, the network manager straightened his chest as if he had gained confidence.

"I'll wipe it." Mu Hai was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. If eyes could kill, now he would like to cut Li Ming into pieces to vent his anger.

"Why, you don't want to come? Well, I will accept your two hundred bills." Li Ming said lightly.

"Fart, who said I gave up, come again, this time I will definitely win you." Mu Hai decided to clean his front teeth, otherwise the title of three-second man will become a psychological shadow for his life.

"That's what you said, if I win this game, don't struggle, just give me the money."

"Okay." Mu Hai gritted his teeth and agreed.

(End of this chapter)