Double-faced Shaodong: Doting Mango's Fiancée

[[-] Book Bar-WWW. [-] SHU. COM] If Chu Lingyu answered yes, she had already prepared a lot of preaching words, telling him how harmful gambling is.

"Neither have I. I don't like gambling," Chu Lingyu said softly, "But today he made a bet. He bet on the silver-haired boy to win. He lost ten for every one. He bet a lot of money."

"Oh." Su Mang glanced at Situ Jin.

If it was Situ Jin who bet on her, she wouldn't care, he would only lose in his underpants, let him be so vicious!

The fight in the stands was fierce. Although Su Mang didn't know boxing, she knew martial arts. The two were similar and had a lot in common, so she quickly saw that the strength of the black-haired boy was much different from that of the silver-haired boy.

"Okay, Master Situ," Su Mang glanced at Situ Jin, "You are sure to win tonight!"

"Of course!" Situ Jin raised his chin proudly, "I am the God of Gamblers, and I have never lost any bets."

"Cut~" Su Mang chuckled lightly, would she bet that it's so great and worth such a stinky fart?

At this time, the black-haired boy had been knocked to the ground by the silver-haired boy, and he failed to stand up when he counted to ten. The winner was decided, and the silver-haired boy won. There were cheers and curses from the audience.

The black-haired boy was lifted from the stand by two burly men, and another man held a wooden stick as thick as a child's arm and put it on the boy's right leg, and slid up and down a few times.

The cheers and screams off the field immediately reached their peak, howling like a magic sound piercing the ears, almost deafening Su Mang's ears.

"What are they doing?" Su Mang leaned close to Chu Lingyu's ear and asked loudly.

"I don't know either." Chu Lingyu shook his head.

"This is the price the black-haired boy has to pay tonight." Situ Jin explained with a flat expression.

"What?" Su Mang looked at Situ Jin suspiciously, not understanding what he was talking about.

"He won more than a dozen games in a row in this underground palace, wounded many of the master's subordinates of the silver-haired boy, and angered that person, the rules set before the game, won, the black-haired boy got 100 million, lost, He's going to lose a leg."

"What?" Su Mang gasped, and suddenly cast her gaze on the stands. The man holding the wooden stick had already lifted the wooden stick high and smashed it down heavily on the boy's leg.

There was no time to think about it, almost subconsciously, Su Mang pulled the ring off his hand and threw it out.

The man let out a scream, and the wooden stick in his hand fell in response to the sound. In the palace that was full of shouts and screams just now, there was an instant silence.

Someone knocked down the stick and saved the black-haired boy!

Someone actually dared to do something in the Palace of Dark Nights!

Someone dared to be an enemy of the Dark Night Organization!

Don't want to live?

More than a dozen men in black jumped onto the high platform, their eagle-like sharp eyes patrolled the stands, "Who? Stand up!"

"Isn't that simple?" A young man with a mask on his eyes jumped onto the high platform, leaned over to pick up the ring that Su Mang had slapped on the man's wrist, put it on his finger and twirled it a few times, and praised: "It's worth it!" As for Liancheng's stuff, throw it away as soon as you say it, it's really rich! It's just... How many of these things do you have to throw away?"

The boy raised his hand, and the man in black behind him picked up the wooden stick and threw it down on the black-haired boy's leg again. Su Mang curled his lips and raised his hand slightly. The man in black covered his wrist and let out a painful groan. Screaming, the wooden stick in his hand still dropped to the ground.

The boy leaned over and picked up a button this time. His face darkened and he waved again.