Chapter 7 Gambling

"You are sick." Yu Yue stared at the old man and said something.

Hearing this, the latter couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Eleven quit immediately, she raised her eyes, and scolded softly: "You are the only one who is sick! My grandpa talked nicely to you and you didn't listen to him, but cursed him, old man. Do you know that my grandpa is here?" What kind of status is Yunzhou..."

"Eleventh!" The old man sternly stopped his granddaughter from continuing.

Unexpectedly, although Eleven is beautiful, she has a reckless personality. Regardless of what her grandfather said, she rushed to Yu Yue again, glared at him and said, "Just now you shook your head at me, and now you are scolding my grandfather...boy , I will teach you a lesson today no matter what!"

"Eleven... Cough, cough..." The old man couldn't help coughing when he got excited.

Eleven turned around and said, "Grandpa, don't worry about me. This kid is sneaky and doesn't go to work on weekdays. He doesn't look like a serious person at first glance. I'm afraid he is not a human trafficker who stole children. Let me arrest him for interrogation!"

Yu Yue was almost laughed out of anger, this woman is really... and he really suffered a disaster for no reason.

He explained: "I didn't scold anyone. This old man is really sick, or injured..."

The old man in Tang suit was taken aback again.

Eleven glanced at his grandfather, and said loudly to Yu: "Nonsense! My grandfather is in good health, can eat and sleep well, and he goes to the park every day to box and exercise, and sometimes he goes to the mountains to pick up two barrels of spring water to go home. , are you joking when you say he has an injury?"

The old man in Tang suit asked, "Little brother, do you recognize me?"

Yu Yue shook his head: "I don't know you."

The old man asked again: "Then you said I was injured, but why did you say that?"

Yu Yue said: "You can tell by looking at your complexion, hearing your cough, and feeling your breathing. Your injuries are serious, and you should not live to be seventy-five years old."

His tone is flat, but very sure.

"Joke!" Eleven was obviously pissed off, and he laughed back angrily: "My grandfather is already seventy-seven this year, how dare you say he won't live past seventy-five? I think you are scaremongering at all, you are Liar!"

Yu Yue was slightly taken aback, already seventy-seven years old?

Could it be that I misread it, it's impossible!

Just as Yu Yue was feeling puzzled, Eleven stretched out his spring-like finger and pointed at his nose, and said, "You can judge the life and death of other people's injuries at a glance, who do you think you are? If you think you are an expert, then Come and compete with me!"

But now the old man in Tang suit doesn't stop anymore, firstly, he knows his granddaughter's temperament; secondly, he also has some doubts in his heart, he wants to find out the details of the young man in front of him, why he said such a thing.

Yu Yue also felt very fresh, for so many years no one dared to challenge the Galaxy Tyrant head-on like this, let alone a pretty and pretty girl.

Should I satisfy you? Or should it satisfy you?

Yu Yue couldn't help smiling evilly in his heart.

"How about it, don't you dare?" The heroic ponytail girl challenged again.

Suddenly, a small hand stretched out from Yu Yue's back, grabbed Eleven's fingers, startled Eleven, if she hadn't seen clearly that it was a child, she would have almost gotten into trouble

Knowing that his daughter was protecting him, Yu Yue was moved in his heart, then looked at Eleven, and said flatly, "You mean you want to fight me in a duel, right? Yes, but it's not interesting to just fight like this, why don't you come here to gamble?" A gamble?"

His thinking is, if you speak rudely and provoke me again and again, if I endure everything, how will I educate my daughter in the future? Besides, it's time for me to spend money, and it's no wonder I'll kill you when you bring it to your door.

Eleven wondered, "Gambling? How do you bet?"

Yu Yue said, "If you lose, give me one hundred thousand."

Eleven asked, "Hmph, what if you lose?"

Yu Yue said, "I'll give you one hundred thousand."

His current net worth is not even 100,000, but he is confident that it is impossible to lose, and the other party is obviously from a wealthy family from the temperament and demeanor, so the 100,000 bet should be affordable.

Eleven Xiu frowned slightly.

Yu Yue asked, "How about it, don't you dare?"

Eleven Xiu raised his eyebrows, he asked him this question just now, and now he asked himself in turn, how could Eleven stand this kind of provocation, and immediately responded: "Dare, why not dare? It's just that I don't want Your money, because I am not short of money, I want you to lose and be my servant!"

The old man in Tang suit seemed to think that this was a bit too much, so he stopped and said, "Eleventh!"

Eleven said, "Grandpa, this is a bet between me and him, please don't interfere."

He turned to look at Yu Yue and asked, "How is it?"

Yu Yue smiled and said, "Yes."

The old man in Tang suit shook his head helplessly.

Eleven pointed to the little guy on his back: "Then you put the child down first."

Yu Yue didn't put the little guy down, but just handed over the things he was carrying in his right hand to his left: "No need, just come on, finish the fight early and I'll go home and cook early."

Eleven's expression changed.

The old man in Tang suit also narrowed his eyes.

The man in the suit standing next to the off-road vehicle sneered again and again. Facing Murong, anyone who dared to make such a big deal was either a martial arts master or a fool who hadn't started yet, but that kid didn't look like a master no matter what!

Eleven's expression was cold, and his tone was as cold as ice: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She felt that she had never been looked down upon so much in her life.

Yu Yue said flatly, "Hurry up and stop wasting each other's time."

Eleven was so furious that he even said two words of "yes" and put on a fighting stance: "Hongquan Su Murong, ask for advice!"

Her nickname is "Su Murong", and only the elders of the Su family call her "Eleven".

Yu Yue still looked like an old god, standing there with the child on his back and meat, vegetables and herbs in his left hand.

Su Murong was angry in his heart, he no longer gave in to him, and stepped forward, the punches in his hands were like a flood peak overflowing, surging, pouring out!

The man in the suit applauded secretly.

The old man in Tang suit also nodded slightly, Hongquan was both internal and external, with a strong momentum, a hard bridge and a hard horse, wide open and wide closed, Shi Shi has now entered the room.

Yu Yue sighed, this girl's boxing skills have improved a bit, and she has a bit more combat power than when she met gangsters and human traffickers before, but it's a pity that she met herself.

Originally, he had 600 years of combat experience. He started training today, and he broke through to the two-star fighter level in half the morning. Facing Su Murong, who was barely one-star, he had the dual suppression of experience and strength, and he had an absolute advantage.

With a single glance, he saw through the flaws in Su Murong's fierce aura and the countless false moves behind the starting moves.

He stood there calmly, waiting for Su Murong to suddenly appear in front of him, and then raised his only free right hand...

boom!

Block Su Murong's fierce right fist.

Su Jiao's body trembled, and then she swung her left fist, like a fire burning the sky, like a gun roaring.

Snapped!

Yu Yue was extremely fast, his right hand was withdrawn, and he caught the opponent's powder fist all at once, but the power of the fist seemed to have no effect on him.

Su Murong was startled, and wanted to attack again.

Yu Yue didn't give her a chance, he dropped his shoulders and elbows, grabbed her hand and pulled it against his knuckles.

Su Murong had no choice but to turn his body like a spinning top, as if dancing a waltz.

Suddenly, Yu Yue let go, and Su was driven by inertia to turn around twice. When she relied on her own strength to coordinate her figure and stop her rotation, a fist had already reached her face, only one centimeter away from the tip of her nose.

I believe that if the owner of the fist hadn't been merciful, his face would have been beaten into a cake.

At this moment, the man in the suit took out a pistol from his waist...