Chapter 915 Gambling

In the guest room, more than a dozen young men and women sat on a huge sofa, staring at the battle scene playing in the projector. This is the video of the '16-in-eight team competition' that the fat man just took from the staff.

"The list of the top eight teams and the number of matches have been determined. We are in the second game against the 'Battle 20 Team'." Weiyang showed half a tiger's teeth and said with a smile, "It seems that the ten popular winning teams are not in vain. Except for the elimination of the 'Heavenly Team' and the 'Extreme Team', the remaining eight teams have successfully advanced to the 'Eight into Four Team Competition'."

"So...what about the number of matches?" When Zhang Mu asked, his eyes still did not leave the projector.

"The first game is tomorrow at 10 a.m., the blue classic team vs. the last team. The second game is at 3:00 p.m. tomorrow, we will play against the 20th team. The third game is the morning of the day after tomorrow, the royal team vs the hell demon team, and the last game is the Oran team vs the gods team.

After listening to Wei Yang's introduction, Zhang Mu frowned slightly, "If we win the 'Battle 20 Team', then the opponent is...?"

"Moo, we are Group B of Division A. After the victory, we will be the winning team of Group A of Division A."

"Well... I understand. It's either the blue classic or the last team. Hey, I still want to fight with the royal family earlier. It seems that I have to wait until the final." Speaking of this, Zhang Mu straightened up, took a copy of the video of the game on the coffee table, and said, "As the saying goes, knowing yourself and knowing your enemy is invincible. Take it back for research. Don't run around today."

"Isn't it, brother? Obviously, they don't have to do their best... They can't figure out anything at all. Isn't it a waste of time?" The fat man was the first to shout.

"That also has to be studied!" Zhang Mu stared at him vigorously, "I'll test you tomorrow morning... If I can't answer a question, I'll tell all your actions in Jinghai when I go back!"

"Don't, brother! I think it doesn't work!" The fat man's fat face drooped, full of unwilling expressions.

"Haha! Fatty, now you know it's wrong!"

Seeing the fat man being scolded, a group of men immediately gloated.

"Okay, let's all go back. After watching the video, go to bed early and gather in the observation hall tomorrow morning." Zhang Mu raised his hand.

When everyone left the room, and there were only a few couples left in the whole bedroom, Zhang Mu hugged Deng Jie's slender waist and said with a smile, "Wife, shall we go for a break?"

"Break? I haven't finished watching the video yet. What's the rest? Deng Jie was surprised.

"The fat man is right. These videos are not their real strength. Even if they are broken, they can't find useful information for us."

"Then you still let them..."

"It's better to watch the video than their singing at night, isn't it?"

"Dizzy, you..."

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day was the morning.

After washing up and having breakfast, Zhang Mu and Deng Jie came to the viewing hall early. At this time, there were not many people in the viewing hall, which could accommodate thousands of spectators.

"This position is good, impartial, facing the big screen, neither too far nor too close! That's it!" Zhang Mu quickly found the right place. Before he could sit down, he heard someone behind him shouting, "Oh, Brother Twelve Wings!" Why did you come so early?

Zhang Mu looked back and found that this man was the familiar 'blue classic' and his team members.

"The early bird catches the worm. Today is 'eight in four'. A lot of people will come here to watch the battle. If you don't come earlier, I'm afraid you won't even have a seat later. It's you. Doesn't the game start at ten o'clock? Why are you here now? It's more than an hour before the game starts. Zhang Mu looked at the blue classic with a smile.

The blue classic sighed bitterly, "Alas, our team is a great tragedy! Unexpectedly, he was divided into Division A. Even if he was lucky enough to win the 'last team', he would have to fight with your team in the semi-finals... Alas, alas!"

"Why don't you have confidence in your team? I don't think so." Zhang Mu narrowed his eyes and watched the blue classic performance with interest.

"Huh?" The blue classic stagnated slightly, "Brother Twelve Wings, what do you mean by 'not like'?"

Zhang Mu laughed and said, "Come on, don't pretend. You say that it's a tragedy to be sent to Area A, but your team members don't think so. Each of them has a smell of extreme confidence in their eyes... I haven't seen this kind of look for a long time."

"You...you..." The blue classic looked at Zhang Mu, and then looked back at the arrogant and confident team members. He patted his forehead hard and sighed again: "Alas, people are not as good as God's calculation. You were recognized by the twelve-winged brother..."

"Serious competition is the king's way. Don't do these useless things all the time. I'm looking forward to competing with your team in the semi-finals. Don't let me down. Zhang Mu gently patted the blue classic on the shoulder. In his opinion, the blue classic is not an annoying guy, but a little unsane.

The blue classic changed the appearance of the clown just now, replaced by a serious expression, and said word by word, "Don't worry, Brother Twelve Wings, I won't let you down, let alone let my teammates down. To be honest, I'm not afraid to tell you that our goal this time is to be the champion!"

"The goal is quite ambitious... I just don't know if you are bragging." A group of young men and women in red and white short-sleeved shirts strode in, talking to an American man who took the lead.

Zhang Mu recognized the identity of the man at a glance. He was the captain of the doomsday team, the doomsday demon king.

"Do you think your team can really win by chance?" The doomsday demon king put his hands in his pockets and looked at the blue classics with no expression on his face.

The blue classic laughed, "Lucke? You overestimate the strength of your team... within 30 minutes! The Blue Classic Team will definitely win!"

"Oh? How can you be so confident?" The doomsday demon king sneered and nodded to Zhang Mu and said, "It happens that the twelve-winged angels are present. It's up to you to help us be a referee. I would like to bet that the blue classic team will lose to our doomsday team in less than 30 minutes at the price of ten two-grade artifacts."

"This..." Zhang Mu said with a headache, "It's just a game. You don't have to play so big. It's ten gods..."

"That's it!" The blue classic took a step forward and said loudly, "The twelve-winged angel is the witness!"

(to be continued)