Kingdom of Ramadan, Maracas.

Inside the presidential suite at the top floor of the Menafide Hotel.

After finishing the call with Veronica, Lin Chong began to dress.

In order to avoid revealing flaws, Lin Chong did not carry the alloy armor set tailored for him by Galaxy Military Industry Group, which was too conspicuous.

Ordinary suits are not conducive to combat, and they will tear them apart with a little force. Lin Chong did not have the habit of being an exposure maniac, so he could only customize a set of practice suits.

This set of training clothes is cut from nylon cloth, which does not pay attention to comfort and aesthetics at all. It is due to its strength and durability, and can temporarily withstand the explosion of Lin Chong's power.

After changing into the practice clothes, Lin Chong ordered another breakfast.

Although the Grand Master has little demand for food and does not weigh the weight, it is just that you must eat a lot before fighting so that you can maintain physical energy consumption.

When Lin Chong swallowed the tenth Tomahawk steak, the beautiful waitress who came to deliver the meal was stunned, her red lips slightly opened, as if she had seen an alien.

The weight of a tomahawk steak is one kilogram, and ordinary people can't even finish it.

However, Lin Chong not only finished all the ten Tomahawk steaks, but he was even a little unsatisfied.

"Please... do you want it?" the waitress stammered.

"Enough."

Lin Chong touched his belly and felt that he had reached a level of 70% fullness. He waved his hand to ask the waitress to remove the table and rewarded her with a considerable tip.

The waitress, worried that Lin Chong would be thrust to death, breathed a sigh of relief, thanked her with a sweet smile, then packed up her knife and fork and other tableware, and pushed the food delivery truck away.

As soon as the waitress left, the door of the back foot was knocked on.

Lin Chong opened the door and found that the person knocking on the door turned out to be Simon.

Simon looked very nervous, closed the door with his backhand and said seriously: "Sir, the plan has changed!"

"Um?"

Lin Chong raised his eyebrows.

"I just got the news that the Storm God King Flanlica decided to come to the scene to watch your bet with Ogle."

Simon quickly said: "In addition to Flangilika, there are also the wisdom angel Fiona, the power angel Ksma, the third god lord Ellington and the fourth god lord Archie."

When talking about the names of those big names, Simon's face felt uncontrollable fear.

In the final analysis, he is just an ordinary person. No matter how ambitious or smart he is, he still has an instinctive awe of the strong and cannot be calm.

“Calm down.”

Lin Chong patted Simon on the shoulder and asked gently: "Where is the God Emperor? Will he be there?"

"His Majesty the Divine Emperor rarely leaves the Holy Palace."

Simon recovered a little calmer: "He will only appear publicly unless something big affects the entire Gods' Association, or a major festival like God's Birthday, so your bet with Ogle should not arouse his interest."

Lin Chong thought for a moment and said decisively: "Since the God Emperor will not appear, then the plan will proceed as usual."

Simon opened his mouth: "Are you sure?"

"The arrow is on the string and I have to fire it."

Lin Chong's tone was calm: "Just do your part well."

"I've done all the things you told me."

Feeling Lin Chong's determination to move forward, Simon suddenly exhaled hard: "I found some people to place bets in different batches, which will definitely not arouse the suspicion of the Gods."

"Divid the money you earn into two parts, one you use yourself, and the other one is handed over to Xie Xu."

Lin Chong said in a deep voice: "After I leave Maracas, I will not come to Africa again in a short period of time. If you have any questions, you can go to Xie Xu for help."

Simon simply nodded: "I understand, please rest assured, I know what to do."

After saying that, he showed hesitation again, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Chong noticed Simon's strangeness.

Simon thought about it again and again, and finally expressed his anxiety for two days: "Boss, Ogle seems to have doubts about me."

“It’s okay.”

Lin Chong understates: "Anyway, Ogle can't see the sun tomorrow. You just need to find a way to clear your suspicion after he dies."

Hearing this, Simon not only did not relax, but frowned and fell into deep thought.

"It seems that it's not OK to bleed heavily."

He murmured to himself with a bitter look on his face.

*******

Dome Arena.

Although it was still morning, it was already very lively.

Countless men and women lined up at the entrance of the arena, waiting for ticket checks to enter.

Among these audiences, most of them are celebrities and rich people who come to Maracas to travel, with a curiosity, and a small number are local residents of Maracas.

"When will the bet between Mr. Ogel and Mr. Mu begin?"

"I heard it was ten o'clock in the morning."

"Is it still so long? It's only 8:30 now."

"Don't worry, the organizer has arranged a warm-up performance. We can enjoy it while waiting. And there must be many big names from the Gods Association who will come to watch the battle..."

Two local residents were communicating in indigenous language.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from behind the crowd, and then separated from both sides like a tide.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong!"

Accompanied by the heavy and powerful sound of footsteps, two tall warriors wearing white mechanical armor and steel masks walked towards the arena in neat steps.

The soldiers were all over two meters tall, carrying chainsaw swords more than one meter long, and their bodies emitted a cold murderous aura, which was daunting.

"Wow!"

There were many amazement bursting out from the crowd.

Some travelers took out their cell phones to try to take pictures, but were quickly stopped by security personnel in black suits.

"Sorry, please abide by the rules, shooting is prohibited here."

The security personnel spoke politely, but their attitude was quite rude. They dragged a few passengers who refused to cooperate out of the crowd and took them to somewhere.

The small episode did not affect the enthusiasm of others.

“Is this part of the show?”

A billionaire from Europe's eyes shining and excitedly asked the tour guide: "The armor they wear is amazing. Can I buy one?"

The tour guide was a white woman with a good appearance and a hot body. He heard this and quickly signaled the rich to speak in a low voice.

"They are the guards of Lord Flanglica, the Storm God King, and they are not wearing armor, but mechanically powered armor for combat."

The tour guide who belongs to the Gods secretly pointed to the middle-aged man with a handsome appearance and blue eyes in the middle of the queue, and then smiled and said, "Of course, if you really want to buy it, I can find a way for you, but the price is very expensive."

The rich man asked, "How much?"

"Mechanical and power armor is divided into three levels: simple version, basic version and luxury version. Each level is improved, the performance is greatly improved."
Chapter completed!