My elf is 100 million points stronger

The four days passed peacefully, except that Yanhong came to the door again and asked Bai Luo again if he had made a decision, which took a lot of talking.

Bai is still adhering to the tactic of dragging words, only saying that he is still traveling, and he really has no skills. In a word, he can go, but he must wait until he finishes the alliance meeting, and then we can talk about it.

In the end, seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, Yanhong could only repeatedly tell Bai Luo to contact him after the alliance meeting was over, and then walked away step by step.

Bai Luo sent Yan Hong away, and the doubts in his heart increased instead of diminishing. Yan Hong acted too eagerly. I really dare not go if I am prepared to be in vain.

"After all, someone Bai can live to this age because of being cautious."

Bai Luo muttered to himself, and closed the door of the room. He was going to have a good sleep to adjust his mental state. Tomorrow was the agreed day for the battle.

The venue was jointly rented by the two battle clubs. It was the largest unofficial battle venue in Golden City. The specifications of the venue were completely in accordance with the standards of the league competition.

The momentum created by this battle is quite huge. The Golden City Radio Station has arranged a real-time broadcast, and the ticket prices for watching the battle have doubled.

Presumably it should be the result of the two clubs pushing the flames at the same time.

In the early morning of the next day, a bony palm stretched out from the bed and pressed the ringing alarm clock.

Bai Luo got up, washed calmly, and put on his favorite overalls shirt. The white lining was printed with the logo of Masterball, and the pendant bought in Nibi City hung on his chest.

The lower body is overalls and the classic trainer style that is convenient for long-distance trekking. It is the red shoes of the same style. Bai Luo took a look in the mirror.

The handsome young man is as bright as light.

The six elf balls of different colors swayed slightly at the waist, and Bai Luo stroked them one by one with a smile.

Downstairs in the Elf Center, Fucai had already sent a driver to wait here.

Under the curious eyes of passers-by, Bai Luo got into the stretched luxury car, and there was a golden flame horse shop on the front of the car.

Bai Luo leaned on the leather back, looked at Fu Cai who was sitting next to him, and asked with a smile, "Why did Boss Fu come here in person? It really made Bai feel terrified."

Fu Cai looked at the bland Bai Luo, and forced himself to ignore the four words of sincerity and fear.

However, Bai Luo's relaxed posture also infected him. Fu Cai took out a cigar from the hidden box on the car door, and motioned to Bai Luo, "Have a sip?"

Bai Luo spread his hands, expressing that he was not interested, he was indeed a smoker in his last life, and he has not had time to get addicted to smoking in this life.

Fu Cai didn't care, Bai Luo observed that his finger that lit the fire was trembling.

The special aroma of tobacco diffused, and the wealthy face was covered by the lingering green smoke. He said in a deep voice, "Mr. Bai, are you sure?"

Then he shook his head again, with a bitter tone: "Mr. Bai forgive me, but this scene is too important to me, and I really can't calm down. Please don't affect my state because of my words."

Bai Luo watched the scenery flying by outside the window, and tapped his fingers on the glass slowly.

"Boss Fu, someone Bai has something to say."

Fucai turned to look at Bai Luo, but Bai Luo was still staring out of the window, and said indifferently, "Be ready to pay me."

There was great confidence in that flat tone.

Fucai was slightly moved, he understood Bailuo's meaning, this attitude was to give him a boost for Fucai.

He was silent for a moment, and took a deep puff on his cigar.

Fucai's face became ruthless, and he said forcefully, "Mr. Bai must be satisfied and return home!"

Wealthy's extended Raging Flame Continental luxury car drove through the street, and Bai Luo had already seen the huge building that was the venue for this battle.

The people queuing up outside were so dense that they even lined up on the street. Bai Luo even saw Miss Junsha queuing up in an orderly manner.

She is really almighty Miss Junsha.

Wealthy luxury cars drove directly into the reserved entrance of the underground garage. As a contestant, Bai Luo naturally had the privilege.

Fucai and Bailuo got off the car at the same time. Fucai pointed to the elevator in the distance and said, "Mr. Bai, go up from here to the players' lounge. There will be service personnel there."

Bai Luo nodded, and Fucai continued, "I won't accompany you up there, I have to meet some old friends."

When he said the word "old friend", he gritted his teeth.

Bai Luo said with a smile: "You can do whatever you want, as long as you make sure I can play."

After speaking, he walked towards the elevator, the elevator door opened, and there was already a waiter in a neat uniform waiting for him.

Fucai looked at Bai Luo's back as he walked towards the elevator, and said softly in an inaudible voice: "I wish you good fortune."

Just as Bai Luo was going to the player's lounge, in the private room at the top of the battle scene, several middle-aged men and women in luxurious clothes held wine glasses and looked down at the audience who had entered the arena below.

The private rooms on the top floor here are ridiculously expensive, and those who can watch the battle at this height must either be a wealthy party or a powerful one.

The outside of the private room is safe bulletproof glass. From this angle, you can see all the scenes below without any blind spots, and you can see every detail of the battle.

And the audience below can only see the pitch-black floor.

The difference between up and down is like a cloud of mud.

The door of the private room was knocked, and the majestic middle-aged man guarded by the crowd waved his hand. The bodyguard beside the door opened the door, and a cruel young man stepped into the private room with cold eyes.

"Shinji, come, let me introduce you."

The majestic middle-aged man greeted enthusiastically, and that cruel boy, Shinji Okita, interrupted him directly.

"Don't talk nonsense, what about the information I want? The battle is about to start, and my knowledge of my opponent is only a wind speed dog?"

The young man's cold voice did not make the middle-aged man show any displeasure.

He still had a gentle smile in his majesty, and he said: "This is indeed our mistake, but I believe that with Shinji's strength, we will definitely win."

Shinji Okita didn't buy it at all, he snorted coldly and said, "Don't forget our agreement."

The middle-aged man nodded happily, he picked up the document in hand, shook it, and said: "As long as you win this battle, I will pay for all the subsequent treatment expenses of your sister, and I will also pay for all the expenses for you to cultivate elves. If you win, you are the golden sign of Shengyao Battle Club, and you will get everything you want!"

When Shinji Okita heard this, his face softened a little, he snorted, turned around neatly, and left straight away.

After Shinji Okita left, the woman in the red dress sitting on the left drank the champagne in her hand, and said softly, "President Sheng, you don't understand the rules."

Mr. Sheng smiled slightly and said, "But he is valuable."

"As for the three gym-level elves in his hands, I can bear it even if he doesn't know the rules."

The woman laughed and poured another glass of champagne to pay her respects. She said, "Mr. Sheng, have you ever thought about what if he loses?"

"Impossible. I've read the information on his opponent. He's just a little-known little guy, a gym-level elf."

Mr. Sheng took a sip of the amber wine, and kneaded the waist of the woman in his arms.

"If he loses, it will still be useful. That is to use the rest of his life, for me, for Sheng Yao, to dedicate to death, and contribute every penny of value."

Mr. Sheng raised his glass as a signal, and the woman asked again: "That's a gym master-level trainer, Mr. Sheng is so confident that he can eat it?"

The man laughed loudly. He patted the stack of documents with his hands, and there was a hint of coolness in his tone.

"I'm so sure of it, of course I'm holding on to the chain that holds him."

The woman wanted to ask again, but seeing the vigilance in Mr. Sheng's eyes, she made a gesture of drinking to cover up her actions.

There are a total of six people in this room, except for the two young waiters who accompany the wine, the remaining four people who are either rich or noble have already started their daily intrigue.

In the other box opposite to this box, Fucai was sitting alone on the sofa. Behind him was a fat man kneeling with sweat on his head and his shoulders being pressed down by two bodyguards.

"Fu, Mr. Fu, if you let me go, I was also forced to be helpless!!"

He was about to burst into tears.

Fucai's face was hidden in the shadows, and his tone was cold: "Now you know you are afraid? Why didn't you think of this when you betrayed me."

He turned his head to look at the fat middle-aged man, with a sinister smile on his lips: "You'd better hope that the trainer I found can win."

"otherwise."

Fucai slapped that fat big face on the plate, and said ferociously: "I lost everything, so I will kill you first."

Shinji Okita returned to the player lounge and saw a beautiful woman in a wheelchair in the room.

It was difficult to hide the weak look on the face, and the deeply sunken cheeks, all showed the weakness of the woman.

But even so, the woman still smiled gently, with a different kind of beauty.

He ran over in three steps at a time, and said eagerly, "Sister? Why are you here?!"

"Why don't you rest in the hospital?"

The woman's smile was gentle, but it was difficult to conceal her weakness.

Although powdered, the pale face can still be seen.

"My brother's game, how can I miss it."

Okita Shinji half-kneeled beside the wheelchair, his cold expression was only soft.

He held the woman's hand. Those hands should have green fingers, white and beautiful hands, but they were as withered as skeletons.

Shinji Okita rested his head on the woman's thigh, feeling the hardness of the bones.

His older sister, Okita Mayu, under that blue dress, was already emaciated into a skinny body.

Okita Shinji pushed his sister's wheelchair to the window of the players' lounge, where he could also see the situation on the field.

He put his hand on his sister's shoulder, where there was almost nothing but hard bones.

Shinji Okita looked at the players' lounge on the opposite side of the field, and he seemed to see that handsome boy.

"For my sister, I must win."

Shinji Okita lowered his hand from his sister's shoulder and held it tightly.

"Come to fight!!"