Chapter 037: Winning the championship online, teasing Yamamoto
Zhang Hao seized the opportunity, rushed forward, and pinned Kato Tiger under him!
The fist hit Kato Tiger again like a storm!
One punch!
Two punches!
Three punches!
It’s getting faster and faster, leaving afterimages!
Kato Tiger was able to protect his face tightly at the beginning, but as Zhang Hao's heavy punches fell one after another, his hands gradually became numb.
In the end, his hands completely lost all feeling and dangled over his face.
The audience had never seen such a ferocious fighting style.
These circles hit Kato Tiger's body and also hit their adrenaline glands throughout their bodies.
Shouts began to echo through the bar.
Finally, Zhang Hao stood up and kicked Kato Tiger, who was like a dead dog. The latter flew out of the ring like an empty wine bottle and fell to the ground.
It broke into pieces.
"CHAMPION!"
"CHAMPION!"
The audience cheered loudly.
Without any celebration, Zhang Hao stepped onto the side rope, bounced up to the second floor, and landed steadily in front of the bald man, scaring Shentian.
"Can you tell me the news about Ichiro Yamamoto now?"
Zhang Hao grabbed the bald man's braid and asked coldly.
"What Yamamoto Ichiro! What are you talking about? I don't understand!"
The bald guy's beard braid was lifted up by Zhang Hao, so he could only tilt his head back as far as possible, which looked quite funny.
Bang!
After two slaps on the face, the bald man's cheeks suddenly bulged up.
"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to pay me back! Be careful or I'll smash your Dark Magic Bar!"
Bald Guy’s business at the Black Magic Bar in real life is not very good.
Zhang Hao undoubtedly captured his heart's desire by saying that he had made a lot of money by hosting boxing matches in the VR world.
"I say, I say, don't smash my bar, it's my lifeblood."
The bald guy had a sad face and said, "Let's go in and talk."
Fukada looked at everyone heading to the second floor and quickly announced the end of the game.
"This boxing match is over! Let's keep playing music! Keep dancing!"
He turned around and followed Zhang Hao and the other person to the private room on the second floor.
In the crowd, Fujiwara Houta, who had competed with Zhang Hao at the police station, quietly left the bar and then went offline.
The police station was empty; everyone had gone off work.
Fujiwara Houta's computer screen emitted a bright white light.
"Mr. Yamamoto, the person in the game may not be Bu Liangren. The plan may change. Please be informed!"
Lord Fujiwara always felt that Bu Liangren in the game was too powerful, so he thought for a moment and pressed the send button.
Inside the box.
Zhang Hao crossed his legs and sat leisurely on the sofa.
I will make a quick decision and Yamamoto's men will not be able to locate me for a while, so I will have enough time to interrogate the bald guy.
The bald man stood in front of Zhang Hao trembling with fear, afraid that the old man in front of him would start a fight if they disagreed with him.
"Okay, now that no one is around, you can talk now."
The bald man nodded at Fukada and asked her to get a pen and paper. He quickly wrote down Ichiro Yamamoto's address and respectfully presented it to Zhang Hao, bending his body 90 degrees.
Zhang Hao took the paper, glanced at it, took a photo and sent it to Bu Liangren.
"You are so straightforward, aren't you afraid that Yamamoto will cause trouble for you if he finds out?"
Zhang Hao looked at the bald man with interest. He was still stubborn outside, but betrayed Ichiro Yamamoto directly after entering the private room.
"What trouble? Customer, please stop joking. You just got this paper ball from a waiter. It has nothing to do with me!"
"Right, Fukada!" The bald man turned his head and stared at Fukada, saying fiercely.
"Yes, boss. One time, Yamamoto-kun got drunk and the sommelier drove him home."
Zhang Hao listened to the conversation between the two.
Haha, this Fukada is quite interesting. He came up with all the excuses so quickly.
This bald guy deliberately let Fukada stay here, maybe he wanted to have more witnesses?
When Ichiro Yamamoto pursues him, he can use this as an excuse to get away.
After Fukada finished speaking, she looked timidly at Zhang Hao with her big watery eyes, fearing that the man in front of her would be dissatisfied with the reasons she made up.
"Haha, yes. I always appreciate straightforward people."
After saying that, Zhang Hao casually placed the bet receipt on the table.
The bald man saw the receipt on the table, understood what he meant, and quickly picked it up.
I don't know how much this God of Killing has bet on. I hope it's not too much. I can't stand it...
1.3 million island yen, not bad, with odds of 9.1, that’s 11.83 million, which is acceptable.
Huh? Why is there another one behind it?
The bald guy pulled out a voucher from behind, and immediately felt that something was wrong...
He placed his palm on the voucher and rubbed it downwards little by little.
2 0 0 0 0 0 0
!!!!!!!
It clearly says 2000000, as well as the bar's loan stamp.
CTM! Which bastard lent me these 2 million? I must kill him! It’s a huge loss! 330*9.1 is 30 million!
The bald guy felt as if he had eaten shit and wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Yes, the total bonus is 30 million. I will immediately send someone to transfer it to your account..."
The bald guy forced a smile at Zhang Hao that was uglier than crying.
Zhang Hao was also filled with joy, and even had a slight smile on his lips, but he spoke in a deep tone.
"Well, then go do it now. I have plenty of time."
"Okay, okay, please... wait a moment..."
The bald man put on a sad smile and retreated with a nod and a bow.
He wants to personally meet the bastard who lent him 2 million!
Fukada listened to the conversation between the two with an envious look on his face, and looked at Zhang Hao stealthily.
This guy has 30 million without blinking an eye, and he is such a good fighter. I wonder if he is handsome under the mask?
If he’s a handsome guy... ahhh... I’m so envious of his girlfriend!
"why are you laughing?"
Zhang Hao saw Shentian stealing glances at him from time to time, and finally showing a mysterious smile like a lovesick boy, and suddenly spoke.
"Ah! Ah? Ah~ Nothing, nothing..."
As if someone had seen through his thoughts, Fukada became incoherent and his face turned red all the way to his fair neck.
"What's your name? Why do you work here?"
Zhang Hao couldn't help but asked another question.
"My name is Yumi Fukada, I'm a student at the University of Tokyo, and I'm working part-time here to earn a living!"
Zhang Hao nodded. There are indeed many students working part-time in the VR world, especially in online bars like this, where the salary is high and the situation is not dangerous.
Buy a set of equipment, lie in the dormitory, as long as you are thick-skinned, part-time jobs in online bars are very popular among female college students.
"Oh, it's a nice name, easy to remember."
"Really?" Shentian's eyes lit up when he heard Zhang Hao say that.
Crunch
The bald man pushed open the door and walked in cautiously, bending over.
"Hello, I have already asked my men to transfer the money to your account. Please check it."
Zhang Hao looked at the time and it was almost time.
"No, it's just a small amount of money. I believe you won't be reluctant to spend it. Then I won't bother the boss to make money. I'll leave first!"
"Take care! Come back often when you have time! Fukada, please see this customer off!"
Finally got rid of this big Buddha, a month's work was in vain!
Why am I so unlucky!
The bald guy wants to cry but has no tears ...
