Beauty and the Bodyguard

Mr. Qi laughed dumbly: "It's like this, why are you still lucky?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a timid figure in the dust below suddenly came into view. With a ridiculous posture of rolling and crawling, he actually escaped from the first wave of siege.

The whole audience was shocked: "Coward No. 13 actually has this ability?"

Mr. Qi's face turned dark, but he still spoke firmly: "So what? It's just a few more seconds to survive. Is it possible that he can turn over again?"

After saying that, he continued to wink at No. 2.

But the damn thing was that a group of death row prisoners, including No. 2, whom he was most optimistic about, had their heads beaten to a bloody pulp. It felt like they had all been beaten together, and they didn't care about the existence of No. 13 at all.

Not only them, but also other death row inmates basically ignored the existence of No. 13.

From the beginning to the end, although No. 13 always acted cowardly, except for a few aftermaths, there were almost no substantial attacks on him.

In this death match, he was like a transparent person, naturally ignored by all the death row prisoners.

Even if there are death row inmates like No. 2 who have been paying special attention to his existence, they have never been able to pose a real fatal threat to him.

After several attempts in succession, the final result was the same as at the beginning, always ending without any reason.

"What is this? Lost the target halfway?"

Zhao Feng finally saw something, and said strangely: "No. 13 has no regular power fluctuations, and there doesn't seem to be any special secret skills. How did he do it?"

Lin Yi thought for a while and said: "It should be regarded as a special talent. He can blend into the environment in a unique way and constantly reduce his sense of existence."

"Especially in this chaotic scene, it is not easy to keep your attention on him."

"The key is that the longer time passes and the deeper he blends into the environment, the thinner his presence becomes."

After a pause, Lin Yi concluded: "He is already stable in this round."

Zhao Feng was confused: "Huh?"

Even though she was on Lin Yi's side, she really couldn't understand it for a moment. How could she tell that No. 13 was safe?

This is just the beginning.

At the same time, opposite Mr. Qi, he was scolding his mother: "They are all a bunch of pigs!"

As bystanders on the outside, everyone's perspective is completely different from that of these death row prisoners on the battlefield.

It was difficult for the death row prisoners to notice the existence of No. 13, but in the eyes of Mr. Qi and others, this group of people were simply blind.

Number 13 just slipped past them, and they were so dumbfounded that they couldn't notice it. How funny is that?

If it weren't for his own control, the prisoners on death row would all be selected by himself, Mr. Qi could not help but suspect that these people were working together to play him!

In the end, with everyone stunned, this death race came to an end in an extremely weird way.

Relying on an increasingly thin sense of existence, No. 13 managed to survive until the end in a manner similar to that of a transparent person.

No. 2, whom Mr. Qi was optimistic about, entered the finals again as expected.

But the result was that after losing both sides with the others, his throat was blocked by an arrow from the crossbow picked up by No. 13.

The whole audience was silent again.

Although no one understood exactly how No. 13 did it in the previous scene, at least the last scene had an unexplainable effect.

Looking back at the current situation, it was pure luck.

No. 2 and the others were both injured to such an extent that even a seven or eight-year-old child could easily make up for it if he picked up No. 13's crossbow.

What is this if not luck?

"Okay, okay, let's play this way, I want to see how far your shitty luck can go!"

Mr. Qi glanced at Lin Yi coldly, and immediately shouted impatiently: "Substitute!"

Soon, a new batch of death row inmates were brought into the arena.

With a look, No. 13 became the focus of the audience again as expected, becoming the target of all death row prisoners who wanted to kill him quickly.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but scolded: "Despicable, isn't this just a matter of blatant cheating and cheating if you can't win a bet?"

Lin Yi smiled nonchalantly.

"It's okay, let him go."

To be honest, although this was a bet between him and Mr. Qi, what he was more interested in was the reaction of No. 13.

It's a bet of 100,000 yuan of luck. Lin Yi is not completely sure whether the result of Si Nanjie's display he saw can still be true and not blinded by the luck that Jiang Xiaoshang said.

It is not impossible for No. 13 to die halfway through the next gambling game.

But if he survives to the end, then this person is really worth studying.

Having said that, the bet may not necessarily win, but for Lin Yi, from the moment Mr. Qi proposed ten bets, today's core goal has been achieved.

As for the next thing, whether it is winning the bet to the end or making other further progress, it will all be extra money.

In just ten minutes, a new round of death match ended.

No. 13 made it to the end again.

Once again, both sides suffered losses, and he was the last to pick up the slack and get the chicken.

"I fucking don't believe it!"

Mr. Qi was numb. He rolled up his sleeves and wished he could go out in person. He gritted his teeth and arranged for the death row prisoners to enter again.

The result was no surprise, and it was No. 13 who had the last laugh.

The whole audience was stunned.

They can understand that No. 13 is powerful and has won consecutive victories until now due to his excellent personal strength.

But no normal person can understand this current situation.

It's okay to be lucky once, but can it really be luck every time?

It's not that simple, right?

For a time, some people even put conspiracy theories on Master Qi.

"Mr. Qi, could it be that you deliberately put on a show and made the bet with Lin Yi fake, and deceived us into taking the bait?"

Even if there is a vote of support.

Although most of the second generation of them are not as generous as Mr. Qi, they can't handle the large number of people. The total amount of the entire handicap is still quite considerable.

"Pretend you're paralyzed!"

Mr. Qi cursed directly.

He was very angry now. If the other party jumped out at this time, he would take the initiative to hit the gun.

After venting their anger, the second generation fell silent.

In fact, they also know that the possibility of Mr. Qi's manipulation is very low. After all, they are in the same circle, and it is not just the one-shot deal today.

Mr. Qi really wants to use such despicable means to defraud them of their money. Once they cause trouble, the whole Prince Qi's house will be embarrassed. Even the current Prince of Qi will have to come out to wipe his ass in person.

Although Mr. Qi is recognized as a second-generation playboy, he should not be so stupid.

At the same time, Lu Chunfeng had been quietly observing Lin Yi.

He could guess that the purpose of Lin Yi's appearance here today was to get close to Mr. Qi. (End of chapter)