For Mitheus, those who disobeyed him in Luther City died and died, and even if something really happened, there was no need to count on these people.

Mitheus still has the nature of a businessman in his bones, but he is not a philanthropist.

The matching competition on the street soon began, and when she saw the determined theme, Bai Mengmeng blinked.

The theme is a sentence that Bai Mengmeng is very familiar with.

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, don't smile"

The concept given by the plausible theme is very vague, and what kind of style should be emphasized also makes Bai Mengmeng a little confused.

But since he couldn't be sure, Bai Mengmeng simply followed his own ideas.

After a while, the people on both sides were matched, the general in uniform looked very majestic, Bai Mengmeng was riding a horse under her crotch, the spear was behind her back, and the red tassel on her helmet hung down, making her look even more heroic.

And Bai Mengmeng, who appeared with her own special effects, was behind the vast desert, half a bright moon hung high in the sky, and in front of her was a lot of white bones, which made the battlefield more and more terrifying.

The score soon began to be calculated, but seeing the growing tie, Bai Mengmeng couldn't help but purse her lips.

The gambler's score is very high - although the outfit looks messy, what cannot be concealed is that the attributes of each piece of clothing are very good, and the score is naturally very high.

The gambler couldn't help but look at Bai Mengmeng triumphantly, too, if he could win the second-in-command of the coalition forces, what a thing worth bragging about, he seemed to have seen the future in front of Bai Mengmeng.

But the next moment, the gambler's face suddenly became very ugly, only to see Bai Mengmeng casually waving the spear in his hand, and the huge font suddenly appeared in the air, and the one-digit score that had already caught up with Bai Mengmeng directly reversed Bai Mengmeng's score.

He lost.

"You've lost."

Bai Mengmeng sat on a horse, carrying a silver spear in her hand, and her smile was full of slaughter.

When they first arrived in Luther, if they were disgraced just because they were a gambler, they would only have a harder time in the future.

As for whether the gamblers who embarrassed them had Mitheus's instructions, Bai Mengmeng guessed that there was probably not, but Mitheus was also indispensable.

After all, the power of the coalition is not small, and it is not impossible to replace Mitheus.

The gambler's face turned pale, and he turned around and was about to run, but he was nailed in place by Bai Mengmeng's spear.

"Lose and commit suicide."

The grinning appearance was very bad, Bai Mengmeng hit the horse over, and looked at the sloppy gambler with his hands on his chest.

This is a poor creature who has lost his family and has long since lost everything in his gamble, and there is nothing left to bet on except this life.

And the most valuable bet has already been lost.

"Cut, you say kill yourself, you kill yourself?"

The gambler sat on the ground very scoundrelly, and it was a very ridiculous thing to talk to the people of Luther City, and it was even more ridiculous for Bai Mengmeng to expect him to consciously hand over the bet.

You know, even the winner can be robbed of everything and end up as a worthless pauper.

"Lord of Mitheus, Luther City, has it always been like this?"

However, Tan Yue asked Mitheus this question at this time, and Mitheus was stunned for a moment, and didn't seem to understand what Tan Yue meant by asking this question.

But soon, Mitheus reacted.

Tan Yue was testing him!