Lin Zheng took a step forward, as if he was not afraid that Ying Qian would suddenly make a move, and smiled again:

"Little girl, do you dare to bet?"

Yingqian lowered his eyes and glanced at the mustache and asked:

"What if I don't agree?"

"Having a beautiful girl like you die with my second uncle will make him smile."

He wasn't kidding.

Although there was a hint of ridicule in his tone.

But the mustache was completely dumbfounded.

He looked at Lin Zheng with tears in his eyes.

He wanted to beg, but he also knew in his heart that his nephew always meant what he said.

That is to say.

As long as Yingqian refuses, the mustache will also die.

There is no room for maneuver.

She only has these two choices.

Or take part in a gambling game.

Or wear a mustache and die here.

This is Lin Zheng.

As expected of the boss.

Determined enough!

Yingqian was silent for a long time.

He actually laughed too.

Putting the ax on her shoulder, she raised her lips to Lin Zheng and said:

"You are the boss here after all. I hope you won't regret it, Mr. Lin Zheng."

"I always do what I say, so you can rest assured on this."

Lin Zheng raised the corners of his lips.

After seeing Ying Qian take the initiative to step back and let go of his mustache, the smile on his face suddenly deepened.

In the entire gymnasium, he and Yingqian were the only ones smiling.

And others.

They haven't recovered yet.

The glances he occasionally cast towards Yingqian gradually changed from fear to sarcasm.

They seemed to be looking at a dead man.

after all.

Lin Zheng's bet.

No one has ever won.

The crowd quickly retreated. Lin Zheng grabbed the mustache by his collar and lifted him up with only one hand.

"There are no special rules, it's just that simple to survive."

"Know."

Yingqian moved his shoulders.

Seeing the mustache being taken away, he showed no expression.

It's Lin Zheng.

After handing the mustache to others, he turned around and suddenly asked:

"Let him go now. Aren't you afraid that I won't keep my promise?"

"It's okay."

Yingqian tilted his head and smiled, raised his voice and said:

"You can violate your bet with me today, but tomorrow you may be betrayed by your subordinates because of some interests. No one will believe a liar, right?"

She told others on purpose.

And when they looked at each other, they did give good feedback.

Lin Zheng chuckled lightly.

"interesting."

"By the way, could you please sit in the first row of the stands?"

Yingqian was carrying the ax with a shy expression.

"Otherwise, if I wait, I will have to hold your men hostage. As the boss, you can't let your men die for you because of the bet you set up, right?"

Although Yingqian has no such thing as morality.

But she played this trick of moral kidnapping quite smoothly.

It went very smoothly.

This pushed Lin Zheng into a dilemma.

And it successfully disgusted him.

Giving herself a silent compliment in her heart, Ying Qian tilted her head and blinked at Lin Zheng innocently.

Lin Zheng stared at her for a while.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

There seemed to be an approaching storm hidden in his eyes.

This made him look even more fierce.

Lin Zheng has never had the experience of being completely controlled by a woman.

Very rare.

But it can only go so far.

As Yingqian wished, he sat in the first row closest to her, then waved his hand and ordered to the handsome young man:

"Please bring out our little treasure and give it to this little girl."

"this..."

The handsome young man was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yingqian with a little more pity in his eyes.

From his perspective, the outcome of this bet was already very clear.

Yingqian...

Certain death!

Not far from the stadium.

Outside an abandoned warehouse.

Two men were squatting on the ground, holding cigarette butts in their mouths and chewing them.

"Fuck! I've been chewing this tobacco for half a month, and it has no fucking taste at all!"

The young man, who was slightly younger and had his hair parted in the middle, spat, threw the cigarette butt aside, and crushed it twice with his foot.

"Hey, what's the hurry?"

Another middle-aged man shook his head, looked at the smoke on the ground with some distress, and said:

"With this throw, you may not know when the next one will come!"

"Didn't you say that after handing over the people, we would be given a lot of supplies? Won't we have cigarettes by then?"

"It's not necessarily our turn."

The middle-parted man stared, as if he had just come to his senses, and wanted to pick up cigarettes in a hurry.

He just stretched out his hand.

Then I heard the sound of footsteps, followed by laughter.

"Hey, I'm here to change my shift. You guys should go to the gym and have a look. It's very lively!"

"Exciting?" The middle-parted man retracted his hand and said with a bored expression: "This is the end of the fucking world, how can there be any excitement?"

The visitor came forward and muttered to them mysteriously:
To be continued...