Beauty and the Bodyguard

Mr. Qi couldn't help but laugh: "It's like this, why are you still lucky?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a timid figure in the dust 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 his tone was still firm: “So what? It’s just a few more seconds to survive. Is it possible that he can turn over again?”

 As he spoke, he continued to wink at No. 2.

However, the **** thing is that a group of death row prisoners, including No. 2, whom he was most optimistic about, were beaten to a **** head. 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 other death row inmates also 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 was almost no substantial attack 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 is 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 sense of presence becomes.”

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

Zhao Feng was confused: "Huh?"

Even though she was on Lin Yi's side, she 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 outside bystanders, everyone’s perspective is completely different from that of these death row prisoners on the battlefield.

It is difficult for the death row prisoners to detect the existence of No. 13, but in the eyes of Master Qi, these people are simply blind.

No. 13 just slipped in front of them, and they were so dumbfounded that they couldn't notice it. How funny is it?

If he hadn't personally controlled the situation, and all the prisoners on death row were selected by himself, Mr. Qi could not help but suspect that these people were working together to play him!

 Finally, 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.

Mr. Qi’s favorite number two, as expected, entered the finals again.

 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 inexplicable effect.

 Looking 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 the crossbow of No. 13.

 What is this if not luck?

“Okay, okay, let’s play this way, I want to see how far your **** luck can go!”

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

 Soon, a new batch of death row prisoners 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. In fact, Lin Yi is not completely sure whether the results of Si Nanjie's display that he saw can still be true and not blinded by the luck that Jiang Xiaoshang said.

It is not impossible that No. 13 will 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 what happens next, whether you win the bet to the end or make other further progress, it will all be extra money.

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

 The 13th day came to an end again.

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

 “I really don’t believe it!”

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

 The result is still no surprise, the one who laughs last is No. 13.

 The whole audience was stunned.

They can understand that No. 13 is very powerful and has won consecutive victories due to its excellent personal strength.

 But no normal person can understand this current situation.

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

Things are not that simple, right?

 For a time, some people even put conspiracy theories on Mr. Qi’s head.

“Mr. Qi, could it be that you deliberately acted to make the bet with Lin Yi fake and deceived us into taking the bait, right?”

 Assuming that even one vote agrees.

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 market is still quite considerable.

 “I’ll act like you’re paralyzed!”

Mr. Qi cursed directly.

He was very angry now. If the opponent jumped out at this time, he would definitely hit the muzzle of the gun proactively.

 After venting their anger, the second generation fell silent.

 In fact, they also knew that the possibility of Mr. Qi making a move was very low. After all, they were in the same circle, and it was 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, it will be a disgrace to the entire Prince of Qi's palace. At that time, even the current Prince of Qi will have to personally come out to wipe his ass.

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

At the same time, Lu Chunfeng has 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)