Latent Syndrome

Chapter 467 466. Masked Warrior

With a dull knock on the door, Yijie Jinlan and the casino manager pushed in.

"Is this the person you're talking about?"

The casino manager was extremely depressed. Yijie Jinlan boasted so powerfully that the world turned upside down with his hands raised. In one thought, he killed the guards. It was not that he was not tall enough, but he was still a bit thinner than other players in the field.

Jin Langang, a sworn friend, wanted to explain.

Anonymous shook out a cigarette, lit it with flames on his fingers and took a puff.

"Dogs look down on people, right?"

"You have invited me, and you are like smoke rising from your ancestral grave."

Since wrestlers and slaves are not the same concept at all, they are free people, so Anonymous doesn't take it to heart at all.

"Awesome brother."

"You are very talented."

"But I want to remind you, this is not a house game."

"Although there is no explicit order to kill the other party, those who come to participate will basically not leave the other party alive."

"The fruit plate and the street girl cost 1,900 yuan in total. That bitch is a middle-class one, so it's quite expensive."

"You can still regret it now."

"If you find three thousand and four, I can let you go."

The arrogant casino manager took out some paper contracts and placed them on the table. Wrestling and gambling required signing of contracts, and private competitions did not require them. However, this was to be on the table and to pay taxes to the master.

He also knows that Yijie Jinlan's performance is not good. He has been looking for people on the street recently. He knows that this guy paid him a thousand and fifty yuan for PUA. If he doesn't sign the contract, he will spit it out.

"You can't fucking understand people, can you."

Without even reading the content of Anonymous, Lightspeed signed the contract with his registration code to enter the city.

The signature is useless. The deep community does not care about the name, only the registration code recorded in the region, a string of numbers and symbols.

"nice……"

The casino manager made a phone call and asked if the registration code was true. After confirming it, he smiled and extended his hand to the anonymous person.

As a result, Anonymous didn't bother him at all.

"Do you have a slave with you?"

Anonymous asked the casino manager.

"Well……"

"Why do you ask this?"

The casino manager found it unclear.

"Bring out any slave."

Anonymous spoke calmly.

Although the casino manager felt that the meaning was unclear, he randomly took out a combat slave from the special slave storage bag.

"Owner……"

Before the slave could finish speaking.

Click!

The nameless hand pressed directly on the slave's face, digging his fingers into the flesh along the hairline, followed by a hissing sound.

The slave's entire face was ripped off bloody.

Then he put it directly on his face. Although it didn't fit perfectly, it could be seen that it was pasted on. The nose was also crooked, and the other facial features were also droopy. It looked indescribably creepy and terrifying.

The slave whose face was torn off screamed in agony.

The casino manager was dumbfounded. Although Yijie Jinlan knew that this person was ruthless, he never wanted to be so cruel.

"That's right."

"For some personal reasons, I hope you can keep my identity confidential."

"No information about me can be exposed."

"You just called to confirm my registration code, right? I need you to shut that guy's mouth."

The reason why Anonymous signed the contract was because he wanted to establish an initial trust relationship with Wynn Casino.

Considering that all of his previous lives were united and massacred, it would be too much for one person to do, so Anonymous would have to be more aggressive this time.

"If this can be done."

"It's not just this tiny place..."

"I'm going to fuck everyone in this competition."

The face that Anonymous was pressed against was still bleeding, and the slave was still screaming in pain.

The casino manager was stunned for a long time.

"nice!"

night.

The city's Wynn Casino branch begins the final rounds of qualifying.

The central hall of the casino was bustling with people, filled with characters from all walks of life, with different looks and shapes, and everyone's face showed the madness of gambling.

The audience was crowded outside the guardrail, and there was only one table and two benches in the empty space in the middle.

It is obviously just a simple furnishing, but it is filled with a terrifying and eerie atmosphere. Because too many wrestlers died here, it will form a special spiritual field. Once people enter, they will feel uneasy and want to leave this place as soon as possible. .

"It's too fierce. One person killed more than ten people. This is not a wheel battle, you bastard!"

"It's getting better, it's getting better! I've been betting on him to win and I've made more than 20,000 tonight!"

"This person can definitely enter the finals of French City!"

Spectators outside the fence reveled.

The atmosphere became even more intense as the popular contestant entered again. He was a big man with a height of more than four meters and a muscular body. I heard that he was once the manager and thug of the corpse graveyard, and he had always lived a life of no worries about food and clothing. , I heard that after the wrestling competition started, he was not short of money but came to participate out of interest. Often such people have extremely high confidence in their own strength and are rushing to win the championship.

"Who wants to place a bet?"

"Odds of rare are 1.16."

"You're guaranteed to make money without losing money. I've beaten sixteen people in a row. The income is stable. Place your bets quickly!"

The casino guy yelled at the top of his lungs.

The rule of the pre-selection is that everyone can play, and no one will be refused, but after seeing the 11-year-old killing everyone, no one dared to play again.

The wrestling casino is a bloody place.

There is a soul that has been expanded and made into a decoration and is placed next to the wrestling field. It is always burning with fire, indicating that this soul will suffer from the burning for an extremely long time.

Eleven minutes of ripeness is the name of the four-meter-old man, which is quite casual.

The auditorium on the second floor.

"Are you confident?"

The sworn friend Jinlan asked Wumingshi, and he couldn't tell. He thought that tonight would be a normal pre-selection, 1V1, and then select people to go to Falan City one by one. Unexpectedly, a ruthless character also came and killed everyone. .

Now Yijie Jinlan is a little unsure, because that guy doesn't look any weaker than Wuming Doe.

"The contract has been signed."

"let's go."

"Masked Warrior!"

The casino manager said this to Anonymous. Seeing that he had been standing still, could it be that he had stage fright?

"Can I buy myself?"

"Odds of 1.16."

“I don’t even buy dogs.”

"If you buy me, I'm afraid you won't make more than ten times the profit."

Anonymous asked.

The casino manager was confused.

"Of course you can buy yourself, you might die anyway."

"But only after you come on stage and the audience confirms."

"Only before I can place a bet."

the manager replied.

"good."

"I'll buy three hundred thousand first."

Anonymous thought that two million dollars would be too ostentatious, so he would make three million dollars first.

Then he directly took out 300,000 yuan and gave it to Yijie Jinlan, asking him to place a bet for him later.

The sworn Jinlan people are stupid, you are so fucking rich, why do you ask for five hundred, one thousand fucking dollars?

"nice!"

The casino manager patted Yijie Jinlan on the shoulder. He finally found a tough guy.

Anonymous stopped talking nonsense, climbed directly onto the fence on the second floor, and jumped towards the wrestling field.