As soon as Yang Laoliu finished speaking, more than a dozen men in strong clothes came out from the side door, wearing big swords around their waists, standing in the middle of the case, carrying their hands on their backs, like bodyguards. Everyone present had obviously been used to this formation and had no strange colors.

Yang Laoliu, with a smile on his face, shouted to the side door on the left: "Let the Nanfeng Pig!"

After speaking, two people walked out from the left side door. They were both wearing animal skin clothes, their hair was scattered like prisoners, and they were even barefoot, with blood on their feet. Their figures were not necessarily strong. Just looking at their walking movements and their feet were floating, the expert could tell at a glance that not only did they have no martial arts, but their physical strength seemed to be very weak.

The two men's eyes were dull and dull, and they looked dazed, and they looked dazed, as if they were dead.

"Let the dogs of Wei!" When the two Nanfeng people walked into the scene, Yang Laoliu shouted at the side door on the right.

Soon, two people came in from the right side, wearing coarse cloth clothes, this time they were not barefoot, and were wearing leather boots that were worn by Wei people. Their pants were very tight and narrow, which was very different from the loose pants of Yan people. The two weak men also walked into the field like puppets and stood opposite the Nanfeng people.

The Nanfeng people raised their heads and looked at the Wei people, and the Wei people also looked at the Nanfeng people. Four people, eight of them were all empty and confused, and there was no trace of anger.

At this moment, Han Mo finally understood what Jin Qianfang was going to play.

If he guessed correctly, this is a life-and-death showdown similar to the gladiator-like gladiatorial showdown in the ancient Roman era, bloody and cruel.

But he couldn't figure it out. Just like these four very ordinary people, they could make wonderful scenes?

Yang Laoliu walked into the middle and said with a smile: "Everyone, this is today's product. They were bought by Boss Jin from other places. They have no martial arts skills. They have only been training for a few days and know how to use weapons." The smile on his face looked extremely cruel: "In order to make the scene exciting, they have been hungry for two days and the rice has not yet entered."

A guest smiled and said, "This time I looked at the goods, it was really good." He took out a few silver notes from his arms and said, "Five hundred taels, bet on Wei people to win!"

"Three hundred taels, the people of Wei won the bet!" someone shouted immediately.

Xiao Mingtang also said: "Five hundred taels, bet on Wei people to win!"

"I bet three hundred taels, and the people of Nanfeng won!"

"Three hundred taels, the man of Nanfeng!"

"Five hundred taels, people from Wei!"

"Three hundred taels, people from Wei!"

Everyone present took out the silver, and their servants put the silver notes one by one and recorded them on the record.

Han Bin was a little embarrassed and turned around and asked in a low voice: "Xiao...well, who will we win?"

Han Mo came over and whispered: "No matter who you bet wins, whoever is the loser."

"Why?" Han Bin said in confusion.

Han Mo said lightly: "Because Boss Jin won't let you win the silver."

The woman beside Han Bin was already giggling and said, "San Young Master, look at the big Wei people, it must be the Wei people who win. You bet they win!"

At this time, Yang Laoliu had already come up and said, "San Young Master, how much are you gambled?"

Han Bin was penniless at this time, quite embarrassed, and said embarrassedly: "That...this..."

Yang Laoliu's eyes flashed with a strange smile, and he approached and said in a very low voice: "San Young Master, you speak, you don't need to take the silver, I'll put it on you behind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stack of silver notes appeared in front of him, but a thick stack. The companion behind Mr. Han San said lightly: "The Third Master is betting 500 taels!"

Han Bin was stunned, Yang Laoliu was even more surprised, with an incredible look in his eyes. With his understanding of Han Bin, it was impossible for him to give out so much money at once.

He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.

With silver, Han Bin's arrogance was very different. He coughed and said, "Yang Laoliu, are you being entangled by a ghost? Silver is here, and you are not collected."

Yang Laoliu reluctantly smiled and said, "But I don't know which side the third young master will win?"

Han Bin looked back at Han Mo, but Han Mo said lightly: "You can do it, you can buy anyone."

"This... this is not in accordance with the rules!" Yang Laoliu smiled ugly: "The third young master should choose one."

Han Mo said coldly: "Our young master is very clear. If you ask you to bet casually, why do you say so much?"

Han Bin immediately said: "No, bet casually, don't talk so much nonsense."

Yang Laoliu smiled bitterly and said, "Then bet the people of Wei. They are tall and have a higher chance of winning." After collecting the money, he retreated, but he turned around and looked at Han Bin, his eyes full of surprise.

Han Bin's foundation of money was investigated by the Jinshang. A hundred taels of silver per month was not enough for Han Bin's expenses. If he said that he had saved so much money, he would not even believe it.

Five hundred taels of silver are definitely not a small amount, and there is no news about the money shop that Han Bin has an unexpected fortune.

Han Bin turned around and looked grateful to Han Mo.

Han Mo smiled faintly, his eyes scattered, he looked up at the courtyard, but saw a very strange scene. In a pavilion beside the courtyard, there was a flower window half open, and a woman wearing black silk stood quietly next to the flower window, looking downstairs.

Han Mo was very sure that he was a woman. Although he didn't see clearly, the slightly visible goose neck was dazzling white.

Han Bin looked up with Han Mo's gaze, then he whispered in a low voice: "Not surprising. Not only men like to come here in this Beijing, but many noble ladies and even noble ladies also come here. In the Accord above, there are probably many women looking down." He paused and smiled: "It's not only men who like to be excited!"

Han Mo said "Oh" and was not surprised. He had heard a long time ago that the noble men and women in Beijing were very corrupt and erosive, and it was not uncommon to have female guests in Jinqianfang.

Everyone placed the bet and recorded it. Yang Laoliu walked into the field and laughed and said, "Okay, the chips have been set, and the next thing is to come. Come on, bring them weapons!"

The house was filled with the aroma of wine and food, which were all high-quality food, and the fragrance was everywhere. Several prisoners looked at the wine and food on the table, and their eyes were no longer confused. Instead, they were hot desires. Their throats were gently undulating. At this time, the temptation of food to them was better than everything.

They clenched their fists, but looking at the strong men in the middle of the table, their fists slowly loosened.

The weapon came up, two iron forks, two steel knives, and the fork was sharp and lit.

Nanfeng and the other two, one holding a knife and the other holding a fork, were the same people in Wei.

"The people of Wei always attacked your country and killed countless compatriots." Yang Laoliu looked at the two Nanfeng people with a cold smile: "Pick up the weapons and kill these two Wei people. As long as you can do it, you can get enough money and go back to your mountains and forests."

He turned around and said to the two Wei people: "I heard that all the Wei people are brave and good at fighting. Now you can prove that you are the most powerful race in the world. Kill the two Nanfeng people, and you can also get enough money to return to your Wei Kingdom!"

After he finished speaking, he smiled coldly and said, "Of course, the winners will also have rich food and wine. For your own sake, kill each other!"

The temptation of food is enough for these people to fight for their lives. When they learned that they could even "return home in glory", their already dead eyes suddenly lit up. It was a kind of hot light, and it was also the light of hope.

No one will compromise with death in his heart. In the shadow of death, there is hope for survival. Even if it is a gossip, no one is willing to give up.

Kill the other party!

At this moment, the four poor people who had already stepped into the abyss of death with half their feet suddenly had this thought in their minds.

They do not have strong force, and they cannot even guarantee the most basic physical strength, but this is the stimulation that these nobles need. What they want to see is the most primitive and bloody duel.

The so-called trapped beasts are still fighting, and its excitement is not inferior to the duels of top experts. After all, this duel is more real.

Without the elegance and freedom of a master duel, there is only the more shocking cruelty.

The Wei people were obviously more aggressive in their bones. As soon as Yang Laoliu finished his words, the Wei people holding a big knife put all their strength, raised the big knife and slashed at a Nanfeng man.

The Nanfeng people obviously did not expect that the Wei people would kill him. Although the Wei people were surprised, their physical strength was too weak after all, and their strength and speed were average. The Nanfeng people tried their best to dodge. Although the big sword could not slash on his head, they still slashed on his shoulder.

Blood mist splattered.

An arm flew out of the Nanfengren's shoulder, accompanied by the blood fountain, and the Nanfengren screamed.

After one blow, the Wei people holding the knife even cut the big sword horizontally and cut it towards the Nanfengren's neck, which was to cut off his head. However, before the big sword arrived, a fork stabbed it in the diagonal way. It was the Nanfengren who had the fork took action. Of course, he could not watch his companion be killed. Once he was killed, he would have no chance of victory in one-on-two.

The Wei people who were holding the fork also started to move.

In just a moment, the four of them fought together.

The nobles around all shouted, looking quite excited. This bloody stimulation was not weaker than women for them. The women in their arms seemed to be commonplace with this bloody scene. They did not have any strange colors, but smiled more charmingly and coquettishly.

With Han Mo's ancient Jing Wubo's expression, the most primitive and cruel battle happened in front of him.
Chapter completed!