Chapter 239

TV program has always been an enduring spiritual entertainment project in human society. However, no matter it is a series or a variety show, it can't maintain its popularity all the time, but one program is an exception.

That is Live broadcast of the fight in the sky arena!

Just one battle affects an unimaginable chain of interests. Legalized gambling involves the whole world. Even if you don't have to come to the scene, you can bet on the Internet. Even peripheral news is more valuable than entertainment news.

Because, through a variety of channels, and even network betting audience, only through the sky arena related news to understand some important information.

Under the huge audience base, the sales volume of this kind of newspaper is really amazing.

A few months ago, the reporter reported all kinds of "he" in an Tongmu's mind, and produced many versions. After that, there was no news, but now it's back!

In order to get the first-hand news, the reporter's means can't be underestimated, they don't need to directly interview Antong wood, can rely on some grapevine to fabricate eye-catching news.

Today, Antony purposely blocked Luo's behavior at the entrance of the passage. It wasn't long before reporters got it. In addition to Luo Shenzhan and the determined time of the game, reporters who are good at fabricating nonsense were all cheered up!

In less than an hour, all kinds of reports came out, and even the battle notice began to be delivered to the advertisement.

Luo, a new black horse, seems to have a connection with Anton mu.

Antong mu, the owner of the 230 th floor, still holds the floor even though he lost three fingers a year ago.

Sendi, a strong competitor, is expected to take the lead in the competition.

Tie Luo, Antony and sendi together, then stir up the heat, attract the attention of the audience, and make this match the heavyweight of tomorrow!

Obvious interests are in front of us, and even the sky arena helps to publicize them.

So, after the war, Luo Shen began to play the push and advertisement of tomorrow's war in the small noodle shop far away from the mainland.

In the small color TV, there is a strong male voice. After editing, the camera flashes one after another at the frequency of one second. With exciting background music, it is enough to attract anyone's attention.

When the exciting scenes were over, two pictures appeared on TV. They were close-up photos of Luo and sendi. They were arranged on the left and right sides. In the middle was the big letter "vs" burning like a flame!

At the same time, the sincere male voice ended his final speech.

"The black horse rookie Luo, who is suspected to have taken away the three fingers of the stratosphere master an Tongmu, will fight against the arsonist sendi, who leaves the throne of the stratosphere master with only one last step left!"

"The game will start at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Please look forward to it."

Wojin has never closed his mouth since he began to spray noodles. He just regained his mind when he watched the long-term advertisement on TV.

Xinchang's face was covered with noodles, but he didn't have time to clean it up. He turned his head and looked at the TV on the wooden frame. His whole neck seemed to be frozen.

"Sky arena..."

Maggie's eyes were full of inexplicable emotions. She was playing with the wooden chopsticks in her hands. She was like a pen spinning around her fingertips. After only a few turns, the chopsticks suddenly split into more than ten paragraphs on the table.

At this time, there are only three customers in the shop. The boss stands behind the counter and looks at them intentionally or unintentionally. When the chopsticks are inexplicably cracked into more than ten pieces, he suddenly becomes silent.

After breaking the chopsticks, Maggie pursed her lips, covered her hand over the remains of the chopsticks, and snorted.

Wo Jin buries the noodles left in the bowl into his mouth, swallows them all without chewing a few times, and then says, "are you going or not?"

The place he asked was naturally the sky arena.

Ten days ago, after more than a year of cultivation, the brigade robbed the exhibits in a famous museum.

The purpose of the brigade was to steal, but they didn't know what the fine craftsman's nest gold was. They foolishly alerted the people in charge of the museum's security work. Then, the two sides started fighting, and all the powerful security personnel died in the hands of the phantom brigade.

After that, Kuluoluo wanted to look for new league members, so that other league members could move freely as "people who have nothing to do".

Originally, wojin, Xinchang and Maggie would leave after the meal. Who ever thought that the advertisement about Luo suddenly appeared on the TV, which was a preview of the battle in the sky arena.

"Of course." Xinchang grabs the noodles on his face and throws them at wojin. The latter hides easily.

"Go." Said March.

"Sky arena, it looks very interesting. I want to join. How about you?" Wo Jin pinched his finger bone and said with a smile.

Now it's a state of free activity, and the regiment won't give any instructions in a short time. It's time to go to Luo to play.

"I'm not going." Maggie said faintly.

"With Luo in, I'm sure I'll take part." He said."Then find a place to watch the game before you go." Maggie suggested.

"Well."

Wo Jin nodded, then got up, took out a bill from his pocket and patted it on the table.

Xinchang and Maggie also get up, and the three go directly to the door of the shop.

The boss waited for them to go out of the shop before he dared to come to the table to collect money. However, he found that the money paid by Wo Jin was far more than the money for meals.

"Guests, wait a minute, I have to change your money!"

The boss was surprised, took the money and ran out of the shop. He looked at the long road on both sides, where were the figures of Wo Jin.

"Gulu."

The boss swallowed his saliva. It's such a long road, but the three guests have been away for a few seconds. How can they disappear?

....

in an office building, the smell of blood permeates quietly.

Disorderly placed on the desk, stacked with a mess of things, vaguely visible empty lunch boxes, as well as black pistols, and sharp watermelon knives.

On the ground, men in black suits were lying on the ground. Roughly speaking, there were at least hundreds of them, but they were all lying on the ground without a sound, and a lot of blood flowed from them.

In the whole room, only the sound from the TV.

A tall man with red hair was sitting on a corpse, facing the TV. Blood spread on the soles of his feet and ran through the soles of his shoes, but he didn't care at all.

This man is sisso.

Sisso, sitting on the corpse, was playing with a few playing cards in his hand. Between his fingers, the playing cards danced like butterflies.

"Well..."

Looking at a picture on TV, SISO made an inexplicable murmur.

His thin, curved eyes were slowly unfolding, and his eyes, which had been so excited before, were gradually calming down.

"Well, the omnipotent magician..."

Sisso's dancing fingers were still, and then he threw them at the TV. The playing card went straight into the picture displayed on the TV screen. With a few hisses, the playing card was deeply embedded in the display.