"I have chosen all of you how many people are here!"

Jiang Wenming shouted loudly, which scared Manager Gao directly. Even the people in the distance looked back curiously.

However, the strong man finally stopped and spat at Jiang Hanyu, who was covered in blood and limp on the ground, then stood aside with his hands in his arms, with a little lust on his face.

"A rough man is a rough man, why do you shout so loudly?" Mo Le took out his ears.

"You said you want to challenge all the players. It's not a joke to see your tone?"

"Deacon Mo, I think you look down on this arrogant guy too much. Does he really think that the dark duel is a joke? He also picks all of them! These people are good players, and each of them has at least the combat power of a five-star fighter!"

"I really think I'm lucky. I've helped this city battle, so I'm just a hero?" Manager Gao said.

But Jiang Wenming ignored them and walked straight towards Jiang Hanyu.

"Brother Jiang, cough cough, my sister asked you to come? It's dangerous here, go quickly!"

Jiang Wen understood him clearly: "When is it still hanging your book bag? I'll see your injuries."

After using his experience of becoming a doctor after a long illness, Jiang Wenming frowned.

Jiang Hanyu's injury was not too serious, but it was not light either. Three fingers on his left hand were twisted, and one left rib was broken. It was estimated that the opponent was just wanting him to suffer.

However, even so, Jiang Hanyu didn't say anything, but his whole body trembled slightly, and the cold sweat that emerged made his whole body wet. For a teenager, his mind was already very good.

With a bang, Jiang Wenming took out a bag of potion he carried with him.

"This is painkiller, this is to calm the mind, this is to reduce swelling and remove blood stasis. You can bear it for a while, and I will help you deal with your fingers first."

Jiang Wenming suddenly stared at the bald man standing aside. The latter frowned when he looked at Jiang Wenming, but at this time Jiang Hanyu also looked at Jiang Wenming's eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Wenming made a crack, and he didn't know how he did it. Jiang Hanyu's three dislocated fingers were straightened by him.

"hiss!"

"I thought you didn't know the pain, but now you don't have tools to fix it for you, and you don't know what your joint ligaments are like. Don't use your hands for the time being during this period, do you know?"

"Oh, and I have no choice but to have your ribs, but as long as you don't exercise vigorously, it will be fine, it will hurt very much. You should take the painkiller first, and then we will go to the doctor."

Looking at the potion handed over by Jiang Wenming, Jiang Hanyu, who had been pretending to be strong, finally couldn't help it, his eyes turned red, and he shed tears.

"Thank you, Brother Jiang, I...I...I want to go home! Wow!"

"Why are you crying? A man shed blood and sweat or not. If you want to shed, you must let the bully you abort!"

"Today, I'll take you home!"

Jiang Wenming clapped his hands, stood up, and looked around.

At a rough look, there were about 200 people watching, plus 100 people outside, which was already the size of a small camp.

These people are separated from each other and are probably divided into three groups, probably not from the same camp.

The biggest group, Mo Le's subordinates who are fiddling with the live broadcast machine, should be Mo Le's subordinates, and the other two groups should be the other two protagonists today.

If nothing unexpected happens, these three waves of people should have a hot dark duel today.

But there are never a shortage of surprises where Jiang Wenming is.

He looked at the two groups of people, then looked back at Mo Le.

"Tell me, how do you compare?!"

Mo Le smiled: "Just just now, this bastard was just warming up the field while we were debugging the equipment. Unfortunately, the strength was not good, so the field couldn't warm up at all.

Let's do this. Although I am optimistic about you, if I directly let you compete with others, my other dark duels will probably not be satisfied. As long as you defeat A Guang of Black Fist, I can let you participate in this dark duel.

Every time I win, I will give you 200,000, ten games are 2 million. If you win ten games, you can take this person away!"

"Two hundred thousand?" Jiang Wenming shook his head.

The dark duel is indeed a huge profit, no wonder it has caused so many hunting masters to fall into depravity.

Unfortunately, although the price was already very high, it still failed to impress Jiang Wenming.

"Doesn't this in and out mean that I won't make a single point? No, I think it's better. I don't want a single point in the first nine games, but if I win all ten games, you must give me all your gains and have to play with me!"

"As long as I lose one of ten games, I will pay you a lot of money for the two million! How about it?!"

hiss!

Manager Gao on the side widened his eyes.

"Do you know what you are talking about? Win ten games in a row? Even our strongest seed duel dare not say this. Why do you, a poor card hunter, have such a big tone?!"

But at this moment, a beautiful woman in a red evening dress who looked a little out of place swayed her waist and walked over with two bodyguards.

She flashed her crystal eyes and glanced up and down with interest, and said with a smile:

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Mo, it seems you made a fun guy today! I said why haven't you started for so long?"

"Haha, please forgive me, Mrs. Di. Today, these equipment were taken out of the old warehouse. It has been a long time since we used it, so it will take some time. But don't worry, you can start immediately after the warm-up is over, and it won't delay you for too long."

Mo Le glanced at Mrs. Di's waist greedily and replied with a smile.

"Okay! I hope you get faster. I'll run out secretly this time and I'll go back to discuss with the dead ghost how to attack the Soul Emperor!"

"If it weren't for this, I really wouldn't want to come to this place!"

"Yes, yes, who said no!" Mo Le smiled apologized.

But Mrs. Di waved her hand: "I won't say polite words, hurry up!"

After saying that, she twisted her waist and returned to her seat. Seeing this, Mo Le took a breath twice at the place where Mrs. Di had just stood, and then turned around and looked at Jiang Wenming.

"I agree to your conditions!"

"It's no point in saying it!"

"Make a word to prove it!"

The two looked at each other and directly made a note on the Soul Network.

Once the agreement is violated, all the property of the violator on Soul Network will be frozen, and I cannot use the Soul Network function. This is a huge loss for both parties, and no one dares to do so.

The simplest thing is, without the Soul Network terminal, you can't hold all the soul coins in your crotch, right?

After getting ready, Jiang Wenming looked directly at the bald man who was standing aside with his hands in his arms and looking at him with a gloomy face.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be one of Mole's duels.

That is the so-called black fist A Guang.

"Boy, I admire your courage very much. Let's do this. In order to prevent you from suffering too much, I'd better just admit defeat directly. How about it?"
Chapter completed!