I, Zhongli, Wander the World

The curser was dead, but none of the people present had any intention of leaving.

Zhongyuan Zhong, who couldn't run up quickly, also used gravity to float himself, and quickly rushed to Zhongli's side, looking vigilantly at Zen Yuan Shier, who was holding his head on the opposite side. Although Tiaoye Caiju did not step forward, he also put his hand on the handle of the knife, and there was a faint tendency to flank.

"Hey, don't be so vigilant, it's like I'm some kind of bad guy." Chan Yuan threw the knife and head, and raised his hand in an unusually bachelor's way, "I just killed a curser who kept a curse spirit, Be kind to me anyway."

Jono Caiju chuckled, "That's not what you said, this unknown gentleman, you also let the couple almost get killed, right? Who knows if you and Mr. Harada are black and black?"

When he said this, he was righteous and dignified, and he didn't have the slightest sense that he was also a mafia who took his life.

Chanyuan Xir raised his eyebrows, he was not a good-tempered person, and his patience for a while was only because Zhong Li was still staring at them. At this time, he could have a fight with this man with a fake smile that made people sick, and let the other party know the consequences of talking casually.

But a more efficient and labor-saving way is to…

"Mr. Zhong... Li," the Zen Yuan, who is not good at remembering men's names, took the boss's strength to dig out the other's name from the depths of his memory, "he's going to take action on an innocent man like me, just look at me like that. ?"

The man named Zhongli was so angry at the curse master's actions just now, and the Zen Institute was confident that he would not sit idly by.

"You are not innocent."

As expected by the Chan Yuan, Zhong Li first denied his nonsense, and then patted the familiar ochre-haired little magician on the shoulder, "But in terms of general rationality, there is really no need to be so vigilant."

Hearing Zhong Li's words, Xiaozhong, who trusted his own adults' judgment, immediately retracted his tit-for-tat attitude, and glared at Tiaoye Caiju, who had not moved, with a hint of urgency in his eyes.

Chono Caiju, who heard the meaning from the change in the other's breath:…

He reluctantly put the knife that had only been drawn at the beginning into the scabbard, scratched his hair and said in a low voice, "Okay, okay, I'll just do as Mr. Zhongli said... It seems that I'm an unreasonable wicked person."

(Central Plains Zhongye:? Are you not?)

Seeing that both of them had put away their hostility, Chanyuan Jier put down his hand. He pulled all the swords and heads on the ground back into his hands, then put the curse tool around his waist, and waved his hand casually to say goodbye.

"The mission is completed, I'm leaving, and there will be no deadline." He doesn't want to have anything to do with the person he can't beat. Now he just wants to go back and hand in the mission, and then take the commission to the racetrack to relax...

But at this moment, Zhong Li called out to the Chanyuan Shi Er: "Wait a minute."

Chanyuan Xil uttered a "tsk" in his heart, and turned around reluctantly, "What?"

"That horse can't win the championship today." Zhong Li said succinctly.

"…Ok?"

The unexpected topic made Chan Yuan stunned, and then he lowered his head as if thinking of something, just as he saw the horse racing booklet he had bought before he came out of his trousers pocket, and turned to the outside page that printed him a little bit. The game that I planned to watch with the bounty, and the horse I was going to bet on.

The gambling bounty hunter immediately forgot that he was thinking about leaving a second ago, he took out the booklet with two fingers, and asked with great interest: "How do you know? This horse is this time. Favorites to win.”

Now that the war has just passed, mass entertainment is tightly controlled, not to mention horse racing involving military supplies. Most of the horses used for horse racing are the crooked melons and jujubes eliminated from the official stables, and only a small part are good horses smuggled out of the channel.

This "favorite to win" belongs to the small number of horses that were smuggled out.

"I saw the preview of this Marseille on the TV in the store." Zhong Li folded his arms over his chest and tapped his arm with one finger, "This horse named 'God Speed' has a smooth mane. But not bright, handsome but lacking in spirit, walking steadily but messy, it is a sign of mental exhaustion, even if it is not terminally ill, it is at least three of the five labors."

Because of the sky and the curse, even the Chan Yuan, where the magician had not attended the private school for a few days, heard it, so he gave up on understanding Zhongli's old words, and said lazily: "That's what he said. In detail, you know very well about betting on horses."

"I know a little bit."

The Chanyuan placed a pamphlet, "Okay, I have written down Mr. Zhongli's advice, so what do you want from me?"

"You stopped me and didn't just come to teach me how to bet on horses?"

"Of course not." Zhong Li said lightly, "From a business perspective, I have paid the price in advance. According to the principle of exchange, you also need to pay for the equivalent information."

"So, please answer me, how did you know about Zhong Ye?"

Chanyuan Xue Er's whole body tensed suddenly.

Immediately after that, he was forced to relax under the indifferent gaze of Zhong Li.

"...Ah, so you saw it, I thought I covered it up well."

Chanyuan exhaled a sigh of frustration, "But there is nothing I can do. After all, anyone who suddenly sees a young ability user who has just listed three million yen on the black market today will be surprised."

Zhongyuan Zhong, who heard that he was associated with unfamiliar words, also looked at Shi Er in the Chanyuan in doubt, but Tiaoye Caiju, who was familiar with the rules of the world, was a little shocked, "Wait...three million?"

The Chan Yuan Zhen Er casually stirred up discord: "Why, are you excited?"

Tiaoye Caiju ignored the nasty words of the Zen Yuan, he frowned slightly and said: "This is not normal, Mr. Zhongli. There are rules in Li World's quotations in this regard, even if it is caused by the conditions of those with abilities. In the case of premium, the price of Zhongye 3 million has far exceeded the upper limit."

There was no expression on Zhong Li's face, "As expected, the port mafia did not abide by the [contract] with me."

From the very beginning, when he used his divine power to preside over the signing of this [contract], he had been waiting for the other party to violate the rules.

Tiaoye Caiju, who had keen senses, felt a chill behind him for some reason.

The Chanyuan is not interested in the filth among these organizations, but the situation of Zhongyuan Zhongya makes him see some business opportunities.

The man took out a crumpled business card from his arms and handed it over, rarely actively promoting himself: "There are many people in the black market who are willing to take risks for money. If you want to protect that kid, why not try to hire me? Or Mr. Zhongli. Want to retaliate against the port mafia? I can help. I'll give you 80% off the price... 10% off."

It wasn't his Chanyuan who bragged about it. After experiencing the unforgettable days of lack of money, he could guess whether the other party was rich or not. The Mr. Zhong Li in front of him almost wrote "I'm rich" in the post. With such a potential gold lord, Chanyuan even wanted to scrape some oil and water to rob the rich and help the poor when he had the chance.

Morax, who did not have Mora, accepted the card of the Zen Yuan Shir and rejected him.

Even if he tried his luck, Chanyuan didn't get discouraged. He shrugged and left the words "call me when you need employment", then left the ruins with a wave of his hands.

After sensing that Zhen Er really left the Chanyuan, Tiaoye Caiju immediately expressed his stance with a desire to survive: "I didn't do anything."

In order to hide from Zhongli as much as possible, the port mafia is really concealed enough, and the black content in this area is not the business scope of their organization. Even a cadre like him would have to wait a while to see Ling's intelligence from the intelligence department's daily reports, let alone what to do.

"I know." Zhong Li shook his head, "Leave first."

If there is a contract, the leader of Hong Kong black will always be punished, and there is no need to worry about it. And this little trouble at the end...

But it is not enough to be afraid of.

the other side.

As soon as the Chanyuan Shi Er left the ruins, he immediately increased his horsepower and ran with all his strength in a certain direction. After finding his car parked on the side of the road, he did not stop. He opened the car door like a stream of water, and threw his head in the back seat. Inside the box, the clutch throttle opens forward, all in one go.

The road control from Yokohama to other cities is very strict, but since Zenyuan Shier went to Yokohama to do the task, he naturally has his own way. Soon he drove the car back to Tokyo through a special channel, contacted his employer and handed in the task.

With the bounty he just got, Chanyuan Shi Er, an old gambler, hardly hesitated. He turned around and entered the gate of the Tokyo Racecourse, and went straight to the counter that sold the race tickets.

"I bet on 'God Speed'..." Chanyuan Shi Er was going to bet on his favorite horse as planned, but just before handing over all the bets, he suddenly remembered what Zhong Li had said.

That horse couldn't win today.

Originally it was just what the other party said at will, and Chanyuan even regarded the so-called "prepaid remuneration" as nonsense, but when he remembered it at this time, it seemed to have some magic power, and it lingered in his mind. go.

"...I'll give it a try anyway." Chanyuan Shi Er muttered, dividing a small portion of the funds in his hand out, "Hey, this money is bet on 'God Speed', and the rest is bet on 'Tornado'."

The game was held as scheduled a few minutes later, and as soon as the gunshots sounded, "Super Speed" rushed out and quickly pulled down the second place and two positions. , the suspense in my heart gradually fell.

"So, as expected, those words were made up randomly..." Chanyuan said to himself, unable to say whether he felt more distressed about the wrong money or was disappointed that Zhongli couldn't predict accurately, but when he was about to give up his expectations completely, The "Super Speed" that was far ahead suddenly had an accident in the final sprint stage.

The beautiful racing horse slipped on the front feet, and after the rider made some adjustments eagerly, he threw the man off his back like a madman, and rushed out of the track obliquely. The horses that followed closely didn't care about the tragic situation of one person and one horse.

The uproar made the entire racecourse boil. There were cheers from gamblers who had made the right bet, and scolding and boos from those who couldn't even get their principal back because they didn't even get a place in "Super Speed". Chanyuan Xue Er sat between them, neither cheering nor scolding, but staring at the two tickets in his hand.

It stands to reason that he made money, but...

Since he didn't trust Zhong Li's judgment so much, he still bet most of the funds on "God Speed". In contrast, the money earned back... was not even enough.

"…Grass."

The 1.9 meter tall man murmured in the commotion, his eyes dull as if he had lost his soul.

The author has something to say:

Shir: I regret it a lot now.