Chapter 172: Cheng Jinci: I Don’t Want to Gamble Anymore

“The editor-in-chief and editor XX both hanged themselves in the office in mysterious circumstances, and most of the senior management disappeared in mysterious circumstances.

"Why did a ten-year-old newspaper collapse overnight? What happened to the Asahi Shimbun?"

"Okay, okay."

Isayama Norimei looked at the home page of the newspaper in his hand with the enlarged headline and some text descriptions, and smiled on his face.

"It is reported that the newspaper "Asahi" newspaper, which was founded in xxx, is currently empty, and there is only a pile of garbage left on the entire floor."

"You like to be popular, don't you? Now my buddy has put you on the hot search."

Isayama Norimei has been unhappy with this newspaper for a long time, especially when his sister had an accident. Other newspapers have done protective treatment, but this newspaper alone did not even mosaic it. It was a second psychological trauma for the victim's family. He can remember this incident for a lifetime.

"Hot search in heaven, be happy."

"Let me see, tsk tsk tsk."

Fuheishier, who was on the side, poked his head over curiously, and he understood after just one glance.

"It's so tragic. I must have offended someone who shouldn't be offended."

Only a conjurer could make mortals suffer so miserably. They were almost powerless to fight back against a malicious conjurer.

It's their bad luck.

"Who knows."

Let his subordinates do it, the process is not important, Isayama Nomei only wants the results.

He folded the newspaper and turned to look at Fuheisher aside.

"And you said you would take me to an exciting place, but this is what happened?"

At that time, Isayama Kenmei advised Fu Heiji that his hands were too soft and not too harsh. Unexpectedly, he was advised by an old killer who had been in the industry for thirty years.

"Boss, don't be so murderous at a young age."

Then Fushiguro suggested that Isayama Nomei could follow him to a good place.

A stress-relieving place unique to Fuheishier.

"It's tense and exciting, and there's money to be made."

Isayama Ken meditated and thought that there were no classes at the Conjuring College anyway, so he asked for leave (absent).

Then Isayama Norimei followed Fukaku Shijir here. What appeared in front of him was a circular oval standard track with a length of 1,600 meters and a width of 22 meters. This length and width are strictly in accordance with the International Horse Racing Federation. Provisions 7.27:1.

Yes, that's right, the place where Fushiguro Jiji brought Isayama Norimei to was an international racecourse in Tokyo.

If Uncle Neon has a favorite project, betting on horse racing must occupy a place.

"I fell into your trap."

Isayama Nomei sneered.

"Bah, old gambling dog."

He is now using magic to construct a false mask that looks just like the real thing when worn on his face, so he can appear in public with the famous [Heaven and Tyrant] who is almost a mobile sign.

Originally, Isayama Norimei didn't care, he just took pictures if he was photographed by someone who was interested. After all, he was the young master of the Kamo family, and it was not normal to subdue a strong man.

But after Isayama Nomei learned something, it became more important.

“I really don’t know what you’re thinking about coming here even though you’ve got money and it’s not yet warm.”

"You don't feel bad about wasting Panxing Cult's dirty money, do you?"

Fushiguro Shiji has taken the initiative to tell Isayama Norimei who his employer is.

It turned out to be the Panxing Sect who had been severely warned once by Isayama Nomei.

It seems that the warning given by his branch last time was not severe enough, and the headquarters actually dares to do this?

These guys are really wealthy. When they asked Fuheishier to take action, they actually paid just over 10 million for the deposit alone, and the total amount actually reached nearly 50 million.

But no matter how hard they think, they can't know that Fushiguro Shiji is actually Isayama Nomei's man.

Giving money to Fushiguro is equivalent to giving money to Isayama Nomei, and the Panxing Sect is a perfect victim.

In fact, at the beginning, when Fuheshier learned that his mission conflicted with that of his boss.

Fuhei said it wisely, so I gave up the task. After all, I can't compete with the boss for business, right?

"Answer, why don't you answer."

Isayama Nomei asked Fushiguro to stabilize

Money is nothing but sand dollars.

"Just do it well for me."

So in order to let Panxing teach this big grievance, I will honestly give Fuheisher the final payment when the time comes.

For the time being, we cannot let the outside world know the connection between Isayama Nomei and Fushiguro Jinji.

The killer and the bodyguard work together, but that's okay.

As for whether Fuhei Shi'er was allowed to go through the front door in an upright manner before, other forces would know.

That is the gate of the Kamo family. Seeing that gate does not mean that it is the territory of the Kamo family. The surrounding area must not be more than ten kilometers away from their sphere of influence.

This time, Isayama Kenmei didn't teach Panxing to this fat sheep. The wool on its body was bald, and he didn't believe Isayama.

I'm sorry, it came to my door.

"Don't say that."

Sitting next to Isayama Norimei, Fushiguro Shijiru is wearing black slippers, a black casual shirt and cropped pants. He looks like an old man, with his legs crossed in a cool way.

"I think this is a good place where you can relax mentally and physically, and get sensory stimulation."

In fact, it has some other meanings. In fact, Fuhei Shi'er has always been a loner and a very boring man.

Life is all about killing women.

A friendly friend?

There's nothing like that.

The only person with whom I can even remotely talk is through work, and I can't even get in touch with him at all.

That guy said something very hurtful, saying he didn't want to have any contact with you except at work.

So this time it was rare to kidnap the boss out, which gave Fuheishi Er a rare feeling of hanging out with friends and not being able to entertain him properly.

Of course, the most important thing is to have money in your pocket. Fuheishi'er is confident, and he always talks in the same way.

"Betting on horse racing is not something inappropriate."

"I am making money with money."

"Old gambling dog."

Isayama Nomei rolled his eyes at him

"Let me ask you, how much money have you won here?"

"ah"

This sentence silenced Fuhei Shiergan, and the calm and carefree atmosphere just now was gone.

Fuheishier sat upright, as if he had been greatly insulted.

"Boss, I don't need a few dollars here."

“What I enjoy is the fun of it.”

But in fact, this was just a strong argument that Fuheishi Er felt was unable to save face in front of his boss.

What no one knows is that the famous [Heaven and Tyrant] in the world of magic is a complete unlucky man.

This man's luck was almost extremely bad, just like his rough fate.

The old hapless guy Fu Heisher has never made any money here openly. Instead, he has put a lot of money earned over the years into it.

It really reflects that sentence, the more food you eat, the more you love to play. The more Fuheijie loses, the more he wants to make money from it.

This is the mentality of gamblers.

He is such a tough-talking person that every time he warns himself, he will definitely win next time. Unfortunately, he loses everything every time.

Fuheisher said with a slightly excited tone

"Of course you have to win before you lose."

When Isayama Nomei heard this guy start to say some vague words, he was vague.

"I make money based on luck, and there's nothing I can do when I'm not lucky."

Even Isayama Kenmei felt that Fushiguro was a bit incoherent. In fact, he already had a rough figure in his mind as to how much money this guy could earn here.

"Haha, you are so optimistic."

Isayama Nomei could only say this, should he still be praised for his ambition?

"What for?"

Isayama Nomei saw Fushiguro standing up suddenly, thinking that this guy couldn't afford to talk.

"It's just that the betting shops are about to open."

Fuheishier gathered the money in his hand tightly and said viciously

"Boss, I have a feeling I will win today."

"I'm sure."

"Lord God of Gamblers, what number do you want to bet today?"

"Nine, I feel like today's lucky number is nine."

The so-called horse racing betting means that in horse racing, you place bets on the players and horses you like. You can place bets on the first, second, and third place. If you guess correctly, you will get a multiplier.

For example, the racetrack where Fushiguro Shiji and Isayama Norimei are located has a yearly turnover of 20 to 40 billion, and the unit is US dollars.

Gamblers and horse racing enthusiasts from all over the world gather here.

No matter how much horse racing is compared, the probability of winning is higher than choosing a 49-number lottery ticket, but it is awesome that Fuheishier can't make any money even once.

In other words, as long as you buy it against Fuheisher, the chances of your villa being close to the sea will be greatly increased in the future.

Fuheishier's premonition became stronger. So. In the end, the outcome has nothing to do with him.

He almost lost to gold VIP, but it was a pity that Fuheishier did not react to this and did not have a reasonable self-awareness.

Otherwise, Fushiguro would not have said this with confidence in front of Isayama Nomei. He had a strong hunch that this number would definitely win today.

"Ha ha ha ha."

But before Isayama Norimei could say anything, laughter came from not far away. This laughter was so unrestrained that it felt like he was mocking Fushiki Shir.

"You actually want to vote for number nine, I'm laughing so hard."

"It's true that people are stupid and have too much money."

Hearing this mocking voice, the confident expression on his face immediately turned as ugly as if he had eaten "shit".

"court death?"

Being so humiliated, Fuhe Shi'er's face turned as black as carbon, which showed that he was in a bad mood now.

Make a vow in front of the boss. He said that No. 9 would definitely win, only to be laughed at. How could he bear this?

The [Heaven and Tyrant] who is so popular in the earth-killing magic world is really a troublemaker. It really makes him angry. It can be said that killing people is an easy matter.

But when Isayama Norimei and Fushiguro Shiji both turned their attention to the person who had just spoken, their faces became very strange when they saw the guy clearly.

Especially Fuhei Shi'er, who was so murderous just now, suddenly felt that he was so stupid to get involved with such a thing.

Because the person who made the sound just now, surprisingly, looks like a kid who is not very old, but is extremely mature.

He was wearing a sweatshirt, but his hair style was indeed quite distinctive.

Isayama Nomei thought that thing looked like his least favorite vegetable, broccoli.

The hairstyle really looks like half a broccoli upside down on the head. It is really a bit vulgar to match his young and mature face.

And are the eyelashes glued on? Why does it look so funny?

As for his height, which should be considered outstanding among his peers, he is estimated to be about 1.7 meters.

Isayama Kenmei also noticed this black-haired kid, holding a lottery ticket in one hand and a pencil in the other, looking like he was filling out a lottery form.

"Isn't this just a kid?"

Fuguro Shiji immediately lost interest and waved his hand in disdain, telling him to get out.

"Adults nowadays, really."

"Just leaving the child here, what if he gets lost?"

Fuguro Shiji spread his hands and made a very emotional look.

"It's true that there are parents who give birth to him, but no parents who take care of him."

Isayama Kenmei's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he felt that this sentence was the least convincing when it was said by Fuguro Shiji.

You have both a son and a daughter, have you ever looked at them?

Isn't this really an irony?

"And the form in your hand, can you fill it out as a kid? Let your parents do it."

Fuguro Shiji sneered.

"That lottery ticket is worth about $200. You scribbled on it. Be careful to get spanked by the adults."

From the pattern on the ticket, Fushiguro Shier recognized it as something similar to a scratch-off lottery ticket. The highest prize was $10 million.

Due to its high price, no one would buy it on weekdays, because the cost was $200 each time, which was too expensive.

But this kid actually held one in his hand. If he got it dirty and scratched, he might get spanked by his parents later.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you old man with droopy eyes."

The broccoli kid was very unhappy after being mocked by Fushiguro Shier, and his face was also blackened by anger.

"I'm not a kid."

"Huh?"

Being disrespected by this kid, Fushiguro Shier's anger, which had just been suppressed, felt like rising again. He looked like he was going to pull up his sleeves and go over to teach him a lesson.

Fuguro Shier does look quite ferocious, especially when he shows a ferocious expression on his face, which makes the broccoli kid a bit difficult to get off.

"Forget it, your uncle has chosen number nine. It shows that his vision is really not good."

"Being with a money-loser like you will reduce my luck."

After saying that, the broccoli kid wanted to leave.

"What did you say, damn kid."

Fuguro Shier was also a little angry after being stimulated by him one after another.

"Shier."

Isayama Kenmei suddenly became interested in this kid and stopped Fuguro Shier's actions.

"Why bother with the naughty kid?"

As soon as he opened his hand, the kid flew back to Isayama Kenmei's position like metal attracted by a magnet.

Isayama Kenmei stopped it at a distance of about 100 meters from him. However, the telekinetic power did not untie the restraint on this kid, and still held him firmly in his hand.

This abnormal scene made the kid's face turn pale all of a sudden.

He cursed inwardly, not good.

I hit a wall today.

Seeing that he struggled hard but couldn't break free, the smile on Jianshan Xianmei's face became even bigger.

"Sure enough, you are not surprised at all."

Fushiguro Shier is blind, so he doesn't know, but Jianshan Xianmei can see clearly that the curse power on this kid is beyond the standard for a kid of his age.

"You are also a sorcerer, right?"

However, whether his little skill is comparable to the strength of an apprentice sorcerer is a question that needs to be discussed.

"Humph, I won't use a curse on an adult like you who would use a curse on a child like me who is powerless."

The kid was still stubborn, but from the trembling of his voice, it can be heard that he was scared.

"Kid, you keep talking about your luck, luck, and luck all the time."

Jianshan Xianmei's face was also quite ferocious, and the corners of his mouth were curved and slightly raised.

That smile was so creepy that it was no different from a murderer.

"But do you know that you actually had bad luck today?"

Under the "friendly" treatment of Kenmei Isayama, this stubborn kid finally suffered, and the tears in his eyes kept falling like pearls from a broken string.

"I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, and I won't dare to do it again next time."

"My name is Kinji Hyō, a first-year student in the nearby Hope Gansan Elementary School."

The broccoli kid looked miserable, and said with a choked voice.

"I was mean today, I shouldn't have provoked you, I was really wrong."

"The reason why I didn't recommend that uncle to buy No. 9 is because the horse No. 9 broke its leg in the British Equestrian Competition held last year before the New Year, and it didn't undergo rehabilitation training until last month."

"How can it compare with other horses after participating in the competition for only one month?"

Fushiguro Shier didn't know what to say when he saw this scene.

The boss had clearly told him before not to argue with the bear kid.

But in Fushiguro Shier's opinion, the boss's behavior was just like the brat's, and he took it too far.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have tamed such a cocky brat so well. It was obvious that he was about to piss himself and felt that his life was really threatened, so he told everything.

Fushiguro Shier finally understood one thing at this moment, that is, "Don't mess with the boss, no matter who you mess with."

"Good boy."

Smiling, Kenmei Isayama patted Kyokinji's head, and several broccoli were pressed down by the strength of his hand.

"If you hadn't said anything, this wouldn't have happened."

When Broccoli Kid felt that the restraints on him had completely disappeared, he sat on the ground helplessly as if he had lost his bones, and his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.

While the panting Kyojinci was still congratulating himself for escaping the disaster, the voice of the devil sounded in his ears again.

"By the way, kid, do you want to bet with me?"

[I love enthusiasm, enthusiasm is gambling, gambling is life, and love is domination]

Although he had decided to make gambling his life goal, Kyojinci was now facing unprecedented hesitation and trembling.

"Let's take the outcome of this equestrian competition as the boundary."

"You can choose any other racers you like, and I will only choose number nine."

"How about that, it's fair, number nine is a disabled horse."

Isayama Kenmei stroked his chin and said in a tone that you've made a lot of money

"No matter what you choose, at least it's better than the chance of winning number nine."

"Bet, let me think about it."

Isayama Kenmei thought for a moment and said in a relaxed tone as if he had decided what to eat for dinner today.

"Just bet on your future."

The pupils in Kyo Kinji's eyes were trembling. For the first time, he felt that gambling was such a terrible thing, but it seemed too late.

"No, I don't want to bet."

"I want to go home."