"If Your Excellency Ogel wins 100% why Mr. Mu promised to bet with him?"

Susan asked back, "Besides, Mr. Mu himself is also very powerful, and even defeated the third god Lord Ellington to take the initiative to retreat. Even if he faces Your Excellency Ogle, he should have a chance of winning, right?"

"...you can do whatever you like."

My colleague was speechless when asked, so he simply said angrily: "Your money will be wasted by then, don't blame me for not reminding you."

After saying that, this kind-hearted colleague left.

Looking at the other party's angry back, Susan felt a little guilty.

She knew that the other party was doing her own good and that her ideas were unreliable.

But the intuition in the dark told her that if she didn't bet on Mr. Mu, she would definitely regret it in the future.

Her intuition has always been very accurate and has helped her overcome difficulties many times.

So after thinking about it, Susan decided to believe her intuition.

"I paid 70,000 Eagle Dollars, and Mr. Gambling finally won." Susan took a deep breath, her expression slowly became firm, and she struggled to squeeze into the crowd, saying to the employees responsible for registration.

The employee was stunned for a moment and looked Susan carefully: "Are you sure?"

Susan handed over the chips she had prepared long ago and decisively said: "I'm sure!"

*******

Maracas inner city.

Compared with the bustling outer and midtowns, the inner city appears to be extremely empty and quiet.

If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that the layout of the inner city is like a word "未", and His Majesty's Holy Palace is in the middle.

The higher the status in the Gods Society, the closer the residence is to the holy palace.

The residences of the three great gods are all next to the Holy Palace, occupying three different directions.

Among them, the Thunder God King Rafal is in the east, the Storm God King Flanglika is in the west, and the Moonlight God King Chris is in the south, but the north is still vacant.

In the future, if the fourth god king is born in the gods, they can build their own manor on that open space and be neighbors with the other three god kings.

The Holy Palace covers a very wide area, with a distance of two kilometers. In addition to His Majesty the Divine Emperor himself, the Divine Emperor's direct guards and a large number of servants and warriors living inside.

The direct guard of the Divine Emperor is composed of five members, all of whom are powerful genes of SS. level. The average age is no more than 30 years old. It is distinguished by code names, namely Power Angel, Wisdom Angel, Dark Angel, Seraphic Angel and Blood Angel.

The death of the Blood Angel Yuga was the main reason that alarmed the God Emperor and issued a killing order.

The scale of the manors of the three great gods is slightly smaller than that of the Holy Palace, with a height of 15 kilometers and a width of 100,000 kilometers. They are built into different styles according to their own preferences.

For example, the manor of Rafael, the manor of the Moonlight King Chris is Baroque, and the king of the Storm King Flanglica is Greek. They are all beautiful and extraordinary, showing superb architectural craftsmanship.

At this time, in the gorgeous and exquisite Greek manor, Flangerka was sitting in the spacious courtyard, holding a wine glass, and drinking leisurely.

He is a white man with a 40-year-old appearance, well-proportioned body, handsome appearance, with dazzling blonde hair and blue eyes, an elegant smile always on the corner of his mouth, full of high-class aristocratic temperament, and the charm of a mature man.

Of course, Flangerka's actual age is far more than forty years old.

The reason why he looks so young is half a gift from His Majesty the Emperor and half a credit for genetic surgery.

Around Flanglica, more than a dozen tall warriors wearing white mechanical armor and steel masks stood solemnly with their hands behind their backs.

Those soldiers were more than two meters tall, with great strength, cold and taciturn, and heavy mechanical armor was worn on them, just like ordinary people wearing clothes.

Their main weapon is a chainsaw sword that is more than one meter long. This terrifying blade, which is used in combination with mechanical armor, is driven by an energy backpack, can easily cut a half-inch-thick steel plate.

In addition, they also carry fully automatic assault rifles and grenade launchers to make up for the weakness of chainsaw sword's lack of long-range attack capabilities.

From a distance, those fully armed genetic warriors were like human-shaped steel fortresses, emitting an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong!"

Accompanied by dull footsteps, a genetic warrior walked into the courtyard and came to Flangerka.

The size of this genetic warrior is a circle larger than the others, and his height is estimated to be at least two meters three meters tall. On the left chest of his mechanical armor, a pattern of a black storm crossing a chainsaw sword is painted.

"Sir, the Second Lord of God, Ogel, comes to pay homage."

He knelt on one knee, beat his chest with his hands, and gave Flangerka a standard knight's salute, and a hoarse voice came from behind the mask.

Flanglica frowned, looking a little unhappy.

After finally getting a long time to get free time, withdraw from busy affairs, and prepare to relax and feel, but being disturbed by ignorant subordinates, it is strange that Flangerka can be happy.

However, the experience of being in a high position for many years has long taught Flangerka to control his emotions.

Although his title is the King of Storm, he used to be irritable and irritable, and often killed people and dismembered them, he is now much gentler than the other two.

"Let him in."

Flanglica put down her wine glass, sat upright, and said something lightly.

"yes."

The burly genetic warrior turned and left.

After a while, he appeared again, following the larger and stronger Ogel.

Ogel looked humble, first bent down to salute, and then said respectfully: "Mr. Flanglika, thank you very much for your willingness to see me."

"Sit down."

Flanglica pointed to the empty chair opposite, her tone was calm.

Ogel sat down gently, fearing that his movements were too big, so he broke the well-made wooden high-back chair.

"What's the matter with me?" Flanlica asked straight to the point.

"I'm here to deliver tickets to you."

Ogel smiled and said, "You have been busy every day and worked hard. As your loyal subordinate, I am very worried about your health. I hope you can go to the outer city to relax occasionally."

He was worried that the sound was too loud, which caused Flanlica's unhappiness, so he deliberately controlled the tone, which made the voice sound a little weird.

When Flanlica heard this, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Ogel, you haven't seen each other for a while, you have become very good at talking."

Ogel grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said honestly: "Thank you for your praise."

Flanglica put away her smile: "Where is the ticket?"

Ogel quickly handed over the tickets for the VIP seats that had been prepared in the fighting arena with both hands.

Flanglica reached out to take it, looked around casually for a few seconds, shook her head and said, "Are you going to end up in person again?"

“That’s right.”

Ogel nodded repeatedly and seized the opportunity to flatter: "The master is as wise as a torch."
Chapter completed!