After reaching a verbal agreement with Confucius for the day after tomorrow, Qi Ba drank a glass of wine and left.

"Ye Shao, how confident are you against Qi Ba?"

Confucius poured a glass of wine for Ye Tianlong, and then asked in a soft voice: "You can kill even the Golden Sage, Qi Ba should be fine, right?"

"But don't put any pressure on you. Even if you lose, you will only lose 20 billion in revenue. It is like a bird like a tyrant, and you really can't squeeze out any money."

Confucius smiled and said, "It's better to let go, have a good time, and listen to a splash of water."

"This battle is not an ordinary chess game."

The contemplative Ye Tianlong picked up the wine, took a sip, and said, "Victory chess, life and death, this is a game of death."

Confucius was taken aback for a moment: "Game of death?"

"Yes!"

Ye Tianlong leaned on the chair, rubbing the wine glass with his fingers: "The chess player plays a game, the chess piece a game, the chess player plays the outcome, the chess piece bet on life and death."

Confucius squinted his eyes: "Ye Shao, talk about people."

Zhen walked up from behind and explained softly: "Kong Shao, this chess game is not an ordinary game, but a group of hands are used to make chess pieces."

"The chess player draws a chess board in an open space, and then puts his hands on the chess clothes and holds the weapon. The chess player stands on the high platform and dispatches soldiers to play."

"When the chess piece collides with the chess piece, the two sides will fight on the spot. If the attacker wins, it will take this step."

Zhen's voice is very soft: "Because this is a win both on and off stage."

"If the attacking side is killed, then the two will disappear together, because both sides have a loss."

"This chess is not only about the skill of the chess player, but also the skill and the will of the chess pieces. In other words, this chess is for blood and death."

Zhen lightly sighed: "Thirty-two sons, thirty-two people, more than a dozen people will die in each round, it is very cruel."

"Damn! So cruel? So bloody?"

Confucius slapped the table and shouted, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I like it so much."

"Does this mean that as long as the chess pieces are strong enough, even if they are left to be attacked by the opponent, as long as they are killed, everyone will disappear together."

He curiously asked: "At least keep the tie?"

Zhen nodded: "It can be understood that way."

Confucius' eyes flickered with enthusiasm: "Ye Shao, you will be a chess player the day after tomorrow, and teach Qi Ba severely for me. I will go find 16 good players."

"Let's join hands, on and off the chessboard, and work through the old guy together."

He also sneered: "It would be great if the old guy also played. It would give me a chance to kill him justifiably."

Ye Tianlong didn't have much expression on his face: "Kong Shao, take sixteen innocent people to play chess, will we be a bit too vicious?"

Confucius looked at Ye Tianlong calmly: "Ye Shao, I really want to say that 16 lives are really not worth 100 billion."

"But I know you don't like listening to this, so you can think about it from another angle."

He didn't forget to remind Ye Tianlong: "Sixteen people sacrificed to settle this account, which is far better than constant wrangling and fighting."

"If we don't bet on this one, we will let the Pu family go willingly? We will let Pu Si Yuan go? How could the Pu family sit back and watch him live and die?"

Confucius said faintly: "Instead of dying hundreds or thousands of people in the future, it is better to let go this time."

"And you can rest assured, what I found is definitely not a waste, and I will work hard to make it to the end."

There was a sense of confidence in his eyes. In order to get the 100 billion to the account smoothly, Confucius decided to take out his hole cards and win the match.

When Confucius said so, Ye Tianlong did not speak, but just took a sip of red wine...

Thirty minutes later, Qi Ba's team appeared in a boxing gym, which was a property owned by the Qi family and where he followed this time.

Qi Ba came here today to choose people, sixteen and sixteen.

The guard at the gate and several coaches bowed together: "Hello, Mr. Qi."

There are many male and female students scattered in the boxing hall, all of which are chess pieces developed by the Qi family in Hong Kong. Good and bad are mixed, but they are always usable cannon fodder.

Qi Ba nodded to them kindly. Just as he was about to enter, he suddenly stared at a female student: "You want to kill me?"

Qi Ba at this moment is like a **** or a monster.

With these four characters appearing coldly, with his lightning-sweeping gaze, and the angry grunt that hit the soul with a heavy hammer, everyone was shocked.

One by one, as if they were hit by a hurricane, their bodies subconsciously leaned back slightly, and the next second, the woman being watched sprang out like a civet.

"Wow!"

She preemptively, she rushed towards Qi Ba.

"Zheng! Zheng!!! Zheng!!!!~~"

As the woman rushed out, six blades with grinning death screamed in fan-shaped areas and pierced the air.

A small knife flashed out of her hand, followed by it and stab Qi Ba at an extremely fast speed, unexpectedly, it can be seen that it was the master who killed many people!

Several Qi coaches showed a touch of shock in their eyes, and it was hard to believe that looking at this student who had been training for half a year, she did not expect her to have such a great skill.

Even more unexpected that she would assassinate Qi Ba and also involve herself.

They wanted to make a move, but it was too late.

"Dangdangdang!"

Qi Ba didn't use the bodyguards at all. He stepped directly on him with indifferent eyes, and the blade hit him, just as it hit him on the iron plate with a metal crackling sound.

Then it fell to the ground.

"boom!"

When the blade hit the ground, the female student's knife also stabbed Qi Ba, but after piercing the clothes, she could no longer move forward, like a hard rock.

"Crack!"

Qi Ba didn't give the opponent a chance to do it again. He grabbed his left hand and grasped the joint of the opponent's fist holding the knife.

"what--"

The female student uttered a scream. Qi Ba squeezed her right hand into a pile of flesh and blood, and the bones of the joints were exposed.

Then, Qi Ba raised his hand expressionlessly, and blasted her left hand, tearing it like a chicken wing.

"what--"

It was another tragic howl, but Qi Ba didn't have the slightest pity, raised his left foot, and smashed the opponent's legs to pieces.

Qi Ba held him upside down like he was holding a chick: "You only have one chance, tell me who's the person?"

The female student who was about to tear his hands was full of pain, but still gritted her teeth and said nothing...

Qi Ba sneered: "So tough? Old Wei's person?"

The female student's eyes were stagnant, but still there was no sound...

"boom!"

Qi Ba didn't talk nonsense. He pulled the other side's legs with both hands, violently, with a muffled noise, the female killer was torn in half...

Seeing this **** scene, the audience was silent, there was endless cold all over, and many girls almost vomited.

Qi Ba changed his human and animal harmless smile, licked the blood of his fingers, and threw out a cold sentence:

"Jiang Yunxiao, send the body to Zhuang Mingyan and tell her by the way that my son should be back..."