Mission 87 was fooled

Waited for a while, and the woman gave a plate of exchanged chips to Phils.

"Sir, a total of 150,000, please take it."

Phils picked up the chips without saying a word and left. When he left, he found that there were only a few chips on such a plate.

"Damn it! What about fooling me? There are only seven chips in total?" Fils immediately complained after counting the chips on the plate.

Looking at the chip label on the plate, Phils realized that the smallest chip here was 10,000, and he only had only 150,000 in total. He gave him seven for the sake of a small amount of money, or he would give three chips directly.

"Nima! I'll change all these rubbish to the maximum value later. Firs looked at the price list of chips and found that since the maximum chip was one million, he was very upset and immediately shouted to change all the chips to the maximum chips.

When he came back to the lobby of this casino, Phils saw all kinds of gambling methods, but he didn't like this gambling method at all. The money was too slow and there was no way to go.

"Who is that, come here." Phils shouted whether he knew it or not. After a while, a man in a suit opposite came over.

"What can I do for you, sir?" The man asked Firth.

"Do you have any special casinos that come with faster money?" Phils approached the man and asked him that he knew that some gambling methods were prohibited in this human society.

"How many chips do you have?"

"There's a lot of nonsense. Just say how much money you want to gamble." Phils won't lose face and say his chips.

"The bottom line is 30 million chips."

"What?" Phils was depressed. He only had 150,000 chips in total, and he didn't even have enough hair. He said nothing.

"Are there any special conditions?" Phils asked about the man.

The man knew that Phils didn't have that much money and wanted to get in in other ways.

"Yes, you have to pass through the underground fighting arena to enter." The man said how to enter.

"Underground fighting arena? Sounds good. How can I get in? Firs suddenly became interested in this underground fighting arena and wanted to see what it looked like.

"It's very simple. You only need to win the people in the fighting arena to enter."

"Is it that simple?" Phils thought he needed to pass the test or something, but he didn't expect to enter after a fight, which made him happier. His biggest hobby is counterfeiting. It can be said that counterfeiting is his favorite.

"The rule of the underground fighting arena is that no matter life or death, until you know that one party can't fight, I think it's safer for you to change your chips." The man looked at Fields' thin little body, but went to Fields to change his method.

"Don't, I'll choose this method, walk around, and take me there quickly. Are there any restrictions on fighting?" Firth asked while pushing the man.

"There is no limit. Guns are not allowed to be used, and any remaining weapons can be used."

"Cut! What kind of rule is this, a battle in the era of cold weapons?

"You are right. Weapons such as bows and arrows are not allowed to be used in the arena. Weapons such as swords can only be used. If there are violators, the guards around the field will immediately shoot and kill the foulers on the arena."

"Oh, this is very good, hehe, let's go, let's go, don't humble here, I like this way of fighting, hey hey!" Phils smiled treacherously.

The man with Firth shook his head helplessly and felt sorry for Firth, who was simply hell for an ordinary person like him. There would die at any time, and the scene of flesh and blood stimulated the gamblers around the arena. He had already imagined Phils' tragic death.

Phils is clear about what the leading man is thinking. He is about to laugh. Can such an exciting gambling method not make him excited? In addition to excitement, he saw the cruelty and cold-blooded human beings again.

This underground fighting arena is about to leave a memory picture that belongs to the devil.

Led by the man, Phils came to a dark basement, which seemed to be dark and humid as the man said, and the faint light was the same. Only when you get closer you get to the door of the basement will you feel dead here.

"It seems that there are really many dead people here, otherwise there can't be such a heavy death." Phils became more and more excited, and the breath of death was like a stimulant to him, stimulating his brain nerves and making his whole body feel hot blood boiling.

"Sir, as long as you pass through here, there will be a fighting arena behind." The man came to a dilapidated gate and told Phils.

"Then I can go in now?" Phils asked.

"Yes, I wish you success."

"Don't worry, I like the atmosphere here very much. Well, you can go."

The man nodded and walked back slowly.

"Ha ha, there is really a feeling of the demon world here, but this kind of death seems to be too thin. It seems that I am a little angry here, haha." Phils slowly walked to the door.

When Fields walked to the gate, the door opened automatically, and then Fields heard a black man with a knife standing in front of him in the shouts of the crowd inside.

"Oh, I thought there would be a powerful character. It turned out to be a kid." The black man took a look at Phils disdainfully.

Is that right? I thought there would be a decent character to deal with the breaker, but I didn't expect it to be rubbish. Phils said with a disappointed expression.

"Little kid, I think you want to die early. I'll take you to see Satan first." After saying that, the black man rushed over with a knife.

"Satan, I used to see it every day, but now I like to see God, not the so-called Satan, you idiot." Phils stood there and spoke like that.

"Go to hell!" The black man jumped up and held the knife in both hands and raised it high.

"It's too slow, just like a snail. Will you accompany me to do it?" Firth still didn't move.

When the black man was about to cut Firth, a strange phenomenon appeared again.

Just as the black man was about to hit Phils, Firth shook his body, moved a step aside and left, while the black man's movement stayed in place.

"I told you, you are too slow, just like a snail." Phils stretched out an index finger and gently pushed the black man, who suddenly fell to the ground.

"Puff." With a sound, blood kept spewing from his neck, and everyone watching under the monitor was stunned by this strange scene. They didn't know how Phils took action at all. They knew that he took a step to the side, and then reached out a little black man, and the black man fell down with blood from his neck.

"It seems that I let people calculate, but forget it, this is exactly the result I want, hey hey." Firth slowly walked to the fighting arena, and he didn't care about the rest.

"What just happened? Come on, let's play it back. The monitoring room immediately stood up.

The scene just now was really weird for them. They kept replaying and didn't see how Phils took action.

"It's impossible. Let's take a look at the slowest playback speed." The person who said this was the man who came to the fighting arena. In fact, he was the person in charge here and was responsible for taking care of anyone's access here. He brought Fields just to let him die here, but he didn't expect that Fields' strength was completely beyond his expectation. If Fields kept fighting like this. People here don't think how many of them can survive, so he has to find out how Firth took action.

"I found it." A voice said excitedly.

Where is it? Let me see." The man immediately ran over.

"Here." The person next to him pointed to a place on the screen and said.

The stopped part happened to be the clip of Phils' action, and the impact had been slowed down more than a thousand times before I saw how Phils shot.

They only saw that there was an extra sword in Firth's hand. With such a gentle stroke, the sword was taken back. The speed of slow playback was the slowest, but they still didn't see how Firth collected the sword.

Unconsciously, all the people in front of the monitor swallowed their saliva with difficulty, and the sweat on their foreheads fell on the table.

"Notify the boss quickly, hurry up, otherwise, all of us will be finished today. Hurry up." The man spoke in a crying voice, and the situation was beyond their control. I'm afraid that this kind of attack speed of not knowing how to get out the sword is even useless. He knew that he would not leave so easily when he brought this person today, so the first thing he did was to report the situation here to the boss.

"TMD, let that guy cheat. What kind of underground casino is this? There is a fighting arena before passing through here. How can there be a place for me to gamble?" When Phils opened the door and entered, there was only one ring surrounded by an iron cage. The gamblers were in the surrounding seats and there were single rooms. The surrounding building walls were a little ridiculously high, and it was almost 30 or 40 meters away. This is a good fighting arena. Where to gamble money?

"You Nai, I was fooled again. This is for me to participate in a competition. Which is gambling?" Phils talked to himself at the edge of this arena.

"Hey! It's not bad. At least I like this way of gambling very much, but I don't know whether the money comes quickly or not.

"Hey! That guy, the place to sign up is here. Will you participate in the competition? Just as Phils was still YY how much money he could make, a big man shouted Phils.

"What is the game method? How much do you pay at a time? Phils went directly without asking any other nonsense, but directly asked the two main points.

"Unlimited competition. The game is divided into one-on-one and one-to-one. Can't the price be set until the first round is over."

"Oh! There are quite a lot of rules, so what's the price if you choose one or more people directly?

"Hahaha." The big man laughed as if he had heard some funny joke. After laughing for a while, he saw that Phils was still calm. He gradually stopped laughing. Although he was not afraid of the fighters here, he would not be stupid enough to offend these desperate people.

"I admire your courage, but since the establishment of this arena, only three people have singled out too many people." The big man explained the history here to Phils.

"Typ, let me hear it." Fields just wants to know what the maximum number of people is, and the rest doesn't matter.

"The strongest player is a man named Blood Demon. He once challenged twelve people alone."

Huh? Blood demon? Is he human?" When Fields heard the name, he thought of a race.