Online Game: The Strongest Killing System

"You misunderstood, sir."

A deep male voice came to Lin Wenhao's ears, and Lin Wenhao looked at him jokingly.

There was no change in the light group, but the man let go of Lin Wenhao's hand.

"It's just that our boss wants to ask Mr. to meet."

Lin Wenhao had this plan in mind, he readily agreed to the request, and then glanced at Huang Cancan's chips.

The leading security guard followed Lin Wenhao's gaze to see the chips, and he immediately understood what Lin Wenhao meant.

"You don't have to worry about the chip, I will order my subordinates to send someone to take care of it."

Lin Wenhao nodded and said, "OK, let's lead the way."

After making a gesture of please, the security guard led the way ahead.

The guests around gave way one after another, as if the security guard with a light group on his head was very scary.

Lin Wenhao and the others followed the security guard all the way up to the second floor.

Lin Wenhao and his party did not speak, but they were communicating in the chat group at this moment.

"Where is this taking us?"

Marshmallow was a little worried, how could the owner of this kind of place be a kind person?
Lin Wenhao replied: "Don't worry, look at the guests here."

Several people turned their heads and saw that although the area on the second floor was small and there were a lot fewer guests, these guests...

It can no longer be called a "person".

A crimson flying dragon with a length of about 10 meters is holding a handful of cards. It is betting against it is a dark green jelly-like slime, and a handful of cards is also floating in the slime.

In addition, there are many other guests of all kinds. From the appearance alone, none of these guests are easy to mess with.

Previously, Lin Wenhao judged that the collapse of the ceiling might be caused by the anger of the boss "Fernand", but now it seems that Lin Wenhao was wrong.

It is very likely that these guests lost their lives and went crazy.

The guests on the second floor looked more like bosses, but Lin Wenhao was more concerned about Mo An's actions.

The guests in the Golden Clubhouse can be said to be of all kinds, but there is a big difference between them.

Take Mo An as an example, his status in the Gold Club is obviously higher than that of other guests.

Logically speaking, Mo An should be on the second floor to gamble with Feilong and his ilk, but Mo An is on the first floor.

This is what confuses Lin Wenhao the most.

But now is not the time to think about these things. They didn't stay on the second floor. Under the leadership of the security guards, Lin Wenhao and the others quickly went up to the third floor.

As soon as Lin Wenhao reached the third floor, he felt something was wrong.

The space here is much smaller than the second floor, only about 100 square meters.

There is no gambling equipment here, only coffee table and sofa.

Sitting on the sofa was a very ordinary-looking human being. He was about 40 years old, with gray hair and some wrinkles on his forehead. He had a well-proportioned figure and was wearing a luxurious aristocratic dress.

Lin Wenhao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the person sitting on the sofa drinking coffee.

"Boss, the guests have arrived."

The man raised his eyes and looked at Lin Wenhao and the others. Only then did Lin Wenhao see that the other party had a pair of red eyes.

This red light does not mean that the eyes are red or glowing red, but that red flames are ejected from his eyes.

This state of the man is very similar to Lin Wenhao's state of "burning blood".

The man withdrew his eyes and said lightly: "Okay, you go down."

The security guard bowed respectfully and backed away, and gently closed the door when he went out.

"Please sit down." The man stood up and said to Lin Wenhao and the others.

Lin Wenhao winked at Marshmallow and the others, then sat down opposite the man unceremoniously.

After Lin Wenhao and the others were seated, the man said gently with a smile on his face.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Fernand, and I am the owner of the Gold Club."

Naturally, Lin Wenhao couldn't lose his courtesy, he spread his hands and said, "My name is Madman Huang Shao."

Then Lin Wenhao pointed to Marshmallow, Empress Shiji and Song Bingyi Xingzi who were beside him and introduced them one by one.

"She is Baixuemantian, this one is called Bobby Waibu, his name is Refrigerator."

Empress Shiji: My mentality has collapsed!Why can't I call Bobby crooked? !
The audience in the two live broadcast rooms burst into laughter at this moment.

"Hahaha……"

"Goose goose goose goose..."

"Hahaha, what the hell!"

"The Blood God is so talented!"

……

The random name made Fernand fall into a momentary confusion, and then he said with a smile.

"So that's it, I won't talk nonsense anymore."

Then Fernand said with a serious face: "Madman Huang Shao, how did you win 7 rounds in a row?"

Lin Wenhao didn't intend to answer this question at all, he said with a faint smile.

"Are you human?"

There was a slight change on Fernand's face, and his face instantly became very gloomy.

Lin Wenhao didn't care about the change in Fernand's expression, and he continued, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be a magician, right?"

As soon as Lin Wenhao's words fell, the red flames from Fernand's eyes became more intense.

The atmosphere fell into a stalemate in an instant.

Fernand's gray hair fluttered slowly, Lin Wenhao glanced at him and said.

"Mr. Fernand, do you invite us to come and drink tea?"

drink tea?What kind of tea do you drink as a lion tribe?

Thinking this way in his heart, Fernand quickly calmed down.

I saw Fernand waved his hand, the teapot flew out of thin air, the door of the cabinet not far away was opened, and 4 teacups fell in front of Lin Wenhao and the others.

The suspended teapot poured black tea into the cups in front of Lin Wenhao and the others, and then fell back to its original position.

Lin Wenhao frowned when he saw this scene, and was secretly surprised. The level of this Fernand may be comparable to that of Chen Xing, the guardian of the elf bookstore.

"Please use."

At this moment, Fernand was no longer as polite as before. After saying something indifferent, he didn't have anything to say.

Lin Wenhao winked at Marshmallow and the others, and then he took a sip from his teacup.

When the warm black tea entered his mouth, Lin Wenhao suddenly felt warm all over, and there was a sweet taste of apples in the tea.

Lin Wenhao couldn't help sighing: "Good tea."

Afterwards, Marshmallow and the others drank the tea, and their eyes lit up.

Lin Wenhao gently put down his teacup and said, "Let's talk about business."

"Oh? May I ask what madman Huang Shao and I have to talk about?"

Fernand's eyes fell on Lin Wenhao's face.

Just as Fernand was waiting for Lin Wenhao to speak, Lin Wenhao's eyes glowed blood red.

Skill Burning Blood is on!
When Fernand saw this scene, a shocked expression appeared on his face, and then Fernand stood up abruptly and shouted.

"You! Are you also a person who accepts 'Magic Blood'?!"