After a brief silence, there were more boos.

Westerners are generally taller, Jack is almost 1.9 meters tall, and he is in good shape, and in their opinion, it is too easy to clean up a small oriental man, and most of them take it as fun.

Who would have thought that just like that, Jack was stunned and knocked out with one punch.

"This guy is too vegetable."

"Hey man, awesome."

"Maiga is a magical martial art in the East."

"Is there anyone else, who is going to challenge this friend from the East?"

Westerners have a characteristic that they have always been arrogant, but if you have the ability to make him soft, you will soon change your face.

Undoubtedly, Lu Feng's punch impressed many people present, the little man is also very fierce, and the Eastern countries have been covered with a veil of mystery from ancient times to the present, especially Chinese martial arts, which are very magical in the eyes of Westerners.

China, Japan, Southeast Asia and other countries are good at martial arts, not big, not burly, and never ambiguous when they move.

Coming here to find someone, not to fight, being looked at by so many people with monkey-like eyes, Lu Feng was a little depressed.

"Anyone? Whoever can hit this Oriental friend, I will pay 200,000. "It's still the young man who shouted just now, and he should be very rich from the way he dresses.

There is a way that there must be a fierce man under the heavy reward, and some people here are rich, but most people are here to fool around looking for excitement, and 200,000 is not a small amount.

"I'll come."

I saw a big man who looked like an iron tower coming out from behind, more than two meters tall, full of muscles, at first glance, there was really a wwe kind of wwe wrestling star posture.

"Okay."

The young man who shouted was named Abel, who was also a young man with a good family background, and clapped his hands, "Everyone, everyone is happy tonight, let's play something exciting, I sit in the bank, welcome to bet." ”

What is a rich person, this is a rich person, he doesn't care about money, he just wants to have fun.

Suddenly an Oriental man appeared and shot quickly, such an opportunity could not be missed.

As soon as I heard Ebel's opening, there were more and more people around him, and there was a whispered discussion.

"Is that Eric known as the tank, this is interesting." It's as if someone recognized the big guy.

"You said the big guy."

"That's right, this guy is one of Allen's trump cards, I didn't expect to be here tonight."

"So that's fierce?"

"What are you talking about, I heard that this guy once overturned six mercenaries with his bare hands, a very professional kind of mercenary, the strength is amazing, even the Ford Raptor can overturn it with his bare hands, what do you think?"

"Tut-tut, that's interesting."

Listening to the discussion in the crowd, Lu Feng glanced at Eric, in all fairness, he is indeed a power-type big man, and this Westerner advocates strength.

In the world of potential, Easterners call strength or qi, while Westerners call it tempered power, which is just a different name to put it bluntly.

It can be seen that this big man has reached the peak of the first level, and he is almost a potential person who can enter the second level.

This kind of strength-type potential, ordinary people encounter really enough choking, even professional soldiers will have a headache.

"Abel, you can see you anywhere." At this moment, another stylishly dressed young man approached with a smile, and there was a beautiful woman on the left and right.

Abel shrugged, "Marcus, I didn't expect you to come too." ”

Marcus put his arms around the waist of a beautiful woman, kissed him on the face, and said with a haha, "I heard that the kid from the Kurt family formed a game tonight, and I came to join in the fun, what do you want?" ”

"Interested in taking a gamble?" Abel laughed.

Only then did Marcus glance at Eric and Lu Feng, "They? ”

"That's right, it's them, this friend of the East is very fierce, knock out Jack with one punch, Marcus, or let's bet, it's not interesting to bet on a small one, how about 10 million, you choose."

Ten million!

Sure enough, he has a lot of money.

Originally, many people were still thinking about the next bet, but now when they heard Abel's words, they all eliminated the idea just now, this is a game between the big and the young, and they can't afford to mess with it.

However, the bet of 10 million, this kind of excitement seems to be far more interesting than the next point.

"Ten million?"

Marcus suddenly squinted his eyes, "Young Master Abel, are you too stingy, since it is a bet, let's see whose luck is better, I add 20 million, let's bet 30 million, do you dare?" ”

Than money?

You Abel are rich, and I, Marcus, are also rich.

"Deal."

Paralyzed, these two grandsons are really having fun being brothers.

It's 30 million at every turn, you must know that it's still dollars, it's all idle and panicked.

Okay, if you want to play brother, I'll have a good time with you.

Just now, this guy named Marcus also said that tonight's game is from the Young Master Kurt group, and he will definitely appear, since he can find someone, then there is no need to worry.

"Wait."

Lu Feng smiled and glanced at the faces of the two rich boys, "Marcus, Abel, right." ”

"Friend of the East, do you have any questions?" Abel laughed.

Lu Feng smiled and nodded, "Of course there is, you two bet against me and this big guy, that big guy can get 200,000 if he wins, I don't seem to have any benefit, why should I be your fun." ”

These slow words made the scene quiet again, almost everyone here knew what Abel and Marcus were about, and the two were not weaker than the Kurt family.

It's funny, this Oriental speaks in this tone.

"You can choose not to fight, as long as you can get out of here safely." Abel didn't say ha, Marcus went and said it first.

Hehe, this is to catch ducks on the shelves, and you can't fight if you want to.

"Okay, it's okay to do it, don't you like to gamble, I'm also one, so let's do it, if this big guy wins me, I'll give you 30 million each, otherwise, you give me 60 million together, how about it?"

As soon as he heard this, the scene was in an uproar.

Judging from Lu Feng's casual dress, he doesn't look like a rich man, he actually plays so big, winning or losing is 60 million, he has such a big confidence?

And Abel and Marcus glanced at each other, especially Abel, who had just seen Lu Feng knock Jack unconscious with a punch, and began to mutter, this little man is not a master.

"Why, you don't dare to bet?" Lu Feng smiled meaningfully.

Abel's eyes were confused, "Why don't you dare, I'm curious, if you lose, do you have any money to give?" ”

Lu Feng glanced around, "There are a lot of people here, if I really lose, I won't be able to leave." ”

"Hahaha, kind of interesting."

Abel laughed and looked at Eric, "Hey, people look down on you, so if you beat him, I'll give you 10 million." ”

Anyway, it's not out of your own pocket, 30 million gambles, give Eric 10 million and earn 20 million, why not.

"Shet! I'll break your neck. Eric stared at Lu Feng maliciously.

(End of chapter)