The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 97 Bet
"This really doesn't give you any way to survive... It's just for driving people to death." He Nan shook his head helplessly: entering this industry in a short while, it's like stepping into hell.

... No, maybe hell is not so terrible.

The human heart is the most vicious.

The host on the rostrum was announcing the result of the competition impassionedly, and boasted about the bravery of the contestants on both sides.

At the same time, the audience is also reminded not to walk away, there will be more exciting games waiting for everyone to watch.

As for the contestants who were originally in the ring, they had a chat with a staff member, then walked off the ring, just drank some water, sat on a chair to rest, and did not leave.

Bone Spur explained that this move meant that he wanted to continue playing.

The more winning streaks, the more bonuses.It can also impress the audience and organizers.

Of course, this behavior is also full of risks.

If you want to fight repeatedly, the injuries and fatigue you have accumulated before will not be able to recover.

With an imperfect state to challenge enemies who may become stronger and stronger, it is really easy to kill yourself.

Bone Spur said that this underground fighting arena is newly opened, and there is no exaggerated winning streak.He'd seen it happen elsewhere: nine straight victories in one night.

"It happened a few years ago. That guy is really good...It's a pity that I didn't see him again." Bone Spur smoked a cigarette, squinting his eyes and lost himself in the memory: "He didn't leave his name, just said he was a wrestler...Obviously A very skinny young man, but with such great strength, he easily lifted the big guy over his head and threw it a long way... Tsk tsk tsk... You can't be judged by appearances..."

"Uh... is it..." He Nan was deeply interested: "What kind of clothes is he wearing?"

"Hmm..." Bone Spur recalled it for a while, and finally said with great confidence: "Wearing a set of blue and black trousers, a red long-sleeved top... and wearing a hood, probably blue and black, and the area around the eyes is also red. "

what? !

He Nan froze for a moment, and quickly searched in his brain.

Ultimately, sure.

Damn...the man you're talking about is Peter Parker!

It's normal for him to win!

In some universes, when Peter Parker first started out as Spider-Man, he worked as a wrestler for extra money.

The clothes he wore were similar to those described by Bone Spur.

But obviously the Spider-Man of this world did not leave a stage name.

Otherwise he would call himself "spider".

Of course, he couldn't say these things.

I can only be secretly happy in my heart, and silently feel the excitement and excitement of seeing through everything-to be honest, to a certain extent, it is really uncomfortable.

Obviously seeing someone tell you some secrets that you know the answer to, but you can't speak, it really tests your mentality.

After about 5 minutes, the host began to bet on the next game as he shouted loudly with a microphone.

Several huge display screens hang down from the top of the iron cage to ensure that each auditorium can be seen clearly - the avatars, names (or just code names) of the reference parties, historical winning percentage, and current winning streak are displayed on them. and odds.

There are 10 minutes for the audience to discuss and place bets.The staff began to hold the form, walked in front of each row of audience, and circulated several times, so there was no need to rush to make a decision-two people in each auditorium were in charge of this, and the efficiency was extremely high.

"Give him the money if you want to bet, and tell who you want to buy to win." Bone spur dusted off the cigarette ash, and said lightly: "Then, he will give you a ticket. Take the ticket as a voucher, and you can find it after you leave the venue." An old lady redeems the prize and gets the prize you win...Of course, the organizer has to take a commission. No matter how much you win, he will take 5.00%. So you will never lose money."

"Who are you going to buy?" He Nan looked at Bone Spur, who had already started to pay, with an entertaining attitude: "I don't plan to bet."

"Me too." Shirley seemed really uninterested.

"Hmph... Me..." Bone Spur looked at the screen and clicked his tongue: "I'll choose Lien Chan. The more Lien Chan, the higher the odds."

"Because Lien Chan is easy to lose... That guy looks very tired." He Nan looked at the guy who was wiping his face with a towel and was still panting, and felt unreliable: "You don't think it's because of who loses?" Whoever has the highest rate will vote for it?"

"Wrong." Bone Spur said confidently: "I vote for Lien Chan. Lien Chan needs a lot of courage... He dares to do this, he has the guts! So I appreciate it very much... just treat him as a person for Lien Chan Offer a little encouragement."

"Uh...that's it." He Nan hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "...Although I feel that betting can't provide him with encouragement."

"Boy, you don't understand this. That's not the case. No one is optimistic about yourself, and it will definitely affect morale." Bone spur shook his head: "Let me tell you, I can't guarantee anything else, but I have always been very accurate in judging people." .This guy will definitely win the next round. If you believe in me, follow along and vote, it’s not bad to earn some pocket money, right?”

Of course, despite what he said, He Nan and the two still did not vote.

When the bone spur saw this, he just laughed, and handed over his own money to the staff alone.

Shortly after that, new players entered the field.

He showed off his muscles, shook his cool cape, and greeted the audience with roars.

Following his arrival, the audience was agitated, and some who were still hesitant before placed their bets immediately.

"These people just wait for the new players to come on stage and see what they look like before they vote." Bone Spur said proudly, "From this level, they are far incomparable to me."

"It feels like many people like his appearance and self-confidence." He Nan looked around and came to this conclusion: "He gives people a feeling of...'You must be right to vote for me'."

"Well, indeed." Shirley sipped on the orange juice and added, "Obviously more people bought him."

"...Xue Li, where did you get the orange juice?" He Nan turned his head in disbelief and asked.

"Just bought it?" She smiled slyly, "Didn't you notice?"

"no!"

"Tsk." Bone Spur looked at the new player, dismissively: "It's just this guy who has attracted so many people's favor? Nonsense! Those who bought him are laymen——I'll leave it at that. Then If the big fool can't pass three moves, he will be suppressed."

"Why?" He Nan asked.

"Because he showed off like a mentally handicapped gorilla who just entered the city, showing off how white his teeth are, and showing off his muscles." Bone Spur dusted off the soot and narrowed his eyes: "Besides, he also wore a cloak... ...so fucking tasteless."

I think all the superheroes who like to wear capes are offended... He Nan secretly feels that there is a lot of trouble in his heart.

(End of this chapter)