God of War: My Best School Girlfriend

"The young master is right. To put it bluntly, this place is a place where other people are used to fight life and death for the entertainment of the rich."

Luo Wu shook his head and sighed.

"If that's the case, then why does this kind of illegal place exist on the land of our Dragon Kingdom? Don't the people in your army care about it?!"

Ye Xingkou frowned and said solemnly.

Is the Ye family in charge of the army also so corrupt internally? ?

"It's not that simple. This cruise ship is almost reaching the high seas now."

"As long as it reaches public waters, the cruise ship is ignored. The Lin family takes advantage of this loophole and makes a lot of money."

"Of course, the collusion between officials and businessmen is still the most important thing. Those officials like to come here to be cool and unrestrained. How can we embarrass them???"

"This society is very complicated. With my own strength, Lao Luo, I can only make a drop in the bucket, so I can only let it go... I'm ashamed..."

Luo Wu seemed very helpless and guilty. He saw corrupt officials doing their best again, but there was nothing he could do.

"The day I reach the top, I will definitely change the color of this day!"

Ye Xingke said seriously, with a serious light shining in his eyes.

"This game is over!!! The next game will be played by the monk player of Hanjiang Financial Company - Sanlong!!!

“Fighting against Yutong Financial Company’s Russian Great White Bear—Herzlov!!!!”

"Who can win this game?!? Each of you choose a VIP, hurry up and place your bets!!!"

The host's passionate voice came from the radio.

Hearing this sound, the wealthy people sitting in the VIP seats stood up one after another, walked to the place where the bets were placed, and started to place bets.

"Let's go, Uncle Luo, let's make a bet first and get to know the situation!"

Ye Xingke faced Luo Wudao.

"No problem, it's safer this way."

Luo Wu nodded in agreement.

Seeing him nod, Ye Xingke then turned around and got into the crowd and started placing bets.

"The three dragons of the monks have odds of 1 to 2, and the Russian Great White Bear has odds of 1 to 0.5!!! If you want to get rich, be bolder!!!!"

At the gambling table, many young men with POS machines were busy placing bets for the gamblers.

Ye Xingke looked at the odds and found that the player named Russian Big White Bear was obviously stronger, so his odds were also relatively low.

Of course, there are also many speculators who invest in the Monk Three Dragons. If they can win in an upset, they will make a fortune.

"Give me one million monks and three dragons!"

Ye Xingke finally squeezed into the crowd of people and handed over his membership card.

"Sir, I'm sorry, the minimum bet in the Glory Arena starts at 200 million."

The waiter said with a fake smile.

"Have you ever been here? Do you understand the rules? It's a waste of our time."

A fat man in the queue behind muttered.

"Shut up if you don't want to die!!!"

Ye Xing turned around, and the eyes under the mask were just a death stare, which scared the fat man to the point where he couldn't move.

"Then bet two million!"

Ye Xingke continued, he didn't want to make a fortune from this, but he wanted to go through the process first to get familiar with it.

"The bet is successful, sir. If you can collect the ticket, after the game is over, go to the counter to claim the prize. The next person..."

The waiter repeated the same actions mechanically.

"I've bought it, it's really a J8 trap, the minimum bet is 200 million!"

Arriving next to Luo Wu, Ye Xingke muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Oh? Young Master, who did you place your bet on?"

Luo Wu asked curiously.

"Of course it's the monk named Sanlong. After all, he is from the Dragon Kingdom!"

Ye Xingke said.

Before Luo Wu could reply, a middle-aged man wearing a mask next to him spoke.

"Ah, young man, you made the wrong bet on this one!!! He can't win this one with Three Dragons!!"

"Oh? Why did you say that?"

Ye Xingke touched his chin with his hand and asked curiously.

The middle-aged man pointed towards the arena and said with relish:

"At first glance, you are new here, so I don't know much about you. It's good to be patriotic, but the gap in strength is too big. If you choose the Three Dragons, you are giving away money for free."

"That big Russian white bear weighs over three hundred kilograms! He is also a frequent visitor to the arena! His record is 36 wins and 18 losses, with a winning rate of close to [-]%!"

"As for Monk Sanlong, he is a newcomer who has just debuted. Although his winning rate is not bad, he has no chance of winning against the fierce general Herzlov!!!"

"So, young man, just wait and see the results!"

The middle-aged man in the mask said confidently.

"It seems that you are very familiar with the appearance of this Glory Arena!"

Ye Xingke complimented along the way.

If the opponent is a veteran in the arena, then you can get more useful information from him.

"Haha, it's okay."

The masked middle-aged man laughed and showed no defense against Ye Xingke.

"Betting is completed and the contestants are entering!!!"

Following the host's order, passionate music sounded in the square.

A strong Russian man who was 2 meters tall came out.

He was all white, with strong muscles all over his body. With a mocking and disdainful smile on his face, he walked out swaggeringly.

"See, this is the Russian Great White Bear! He used to be the country's wrestling champion! He is very powerful!!!"

"That monk Sanlong must be very thin!"

The middle-aged man was somewhat talkative and kept introducing information about the players to Ye Xingke.

Then, the three dragons, the warrior monk, appeared.

He is of medium height and much thinner than the Russian Great White Bear. His face is solemn, and he seems to be under a lot of pressure.

"Well, people of different weight classes can still compete!"

Ye Xingke was a little surprised. The matches he had seen before were all close matches between heavyweight versus heavyweight, light heavyweight versus light heavyweight, etc.

He has never seen a game with such a disparity in size.

"This is interesting! Besides, some little guys are very powerful!!! There are no rules in the competition here!"

The middle-aged man in the mask said with a smile, obviously looking forward to it.

"Game start!!!"

With the referee's order.

Monk Sanlong quickly rushed towards the Russian White Bear and hit him directly in the abdomen with several powerful jabs.

"Too weak, you can't do it!!!"

However, it had no effect at all.

The big Russian white bear, with its snow-white belly puffed out, mocked in half-baked Dragon Mandarin.

The noise from the audience also began to get louder.

The three warrior monks kept circling around him, throwing one or two jabs or sweeping his legs.

But with little success.

However, the big Russian white bear just saw an opening, rushed forward and hugged the three monks.

The huge body was like a fired cannonball, full of explosive power, which caught the three dragons by surprise.

"what!!!!"

The Russian White Bear did a German backflip and hit Monk Sanlong's head hard on the ground.

The huge force knocked open a big pit in the sand and soil underground.

Monk Sanlong's eyes turned white and he fainted.

"It's exactly what you said!"

Ye Xingke sighed and tore up the note in his hand. In just a few minutes, two million in cash was wasted.

The Queen is indeed a gold-selling cave.

"Hehe, it's just luck. This time I pressed [-] million and only won [-] million. The risk is quite high!"

The middle-aged man wearing a mask chuckled, ready to receive the award at any time.

At this time, the big Russian white bear picked up the unconscious monk Sanlong again and tried to throw him down again.

"What is this for? Hasn't the winner already been decided??? Why do you still do it???!!!"

Ye Xingke slammed the table excitedly and said loudly.

"Huh? Don't you know? In the Glory Arena, there are only two ways to determine victory or defeat."

"One is to beat the opponent to death, and the other is to make the opponent's boss admit defeat. It's useless for the boxer to admit defeat himself!"

"In other words, as long as you step into that ring, your life no longer belongs to you, it only belongs to the boss."

"If the boss is sympathetic and takes the initiative to admit defeat, the losing boxer may still survive, otherwise, he will be destined to fight to the death!!!"

The middle-aged man wearing a mask explained to Ye Xingke leisurely, but there was no sympathy at all on his face, only excitement.

“The boss of Hanjiang Financial gave up!!!”

At this time, the host suddenly announced a news.

"Tch, what a pity, I still want to see how his brain is blooming!!!"

The big Russian white bear spat, threw down the corpse-like monk Sanlong, and turned around to leave.

"kill him!!!"

"Don't leave, beat him to death!!!"

"Why did you admit defeat??? It's boring!!!"

In the auditorium, there were dissatisfied spectators, venting their emotions crazily.

They tore the bills in their hands into pieces and threw them down from the audience stage, falling like snowflakes.

This ugly face made Ye Xing instantly feel even more disgusted with this place.

"Brother, do you know how to compete in a competition? I have a friend who really wants to compete in the ring and make money."

Ye Xingke asked the experienced masked middle-aged man.

He was already gearing up and couldn't help but want to go on stage and do something big.

See who is the real strong one!

ps: As long as the picture has the meaning, don’t worry about the details.