One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Young man! No! Big brother! Do you take on apprentices? I'll be your slave!"

The fat boss wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, his lips trembling.

He's been running his stall at the Golden Toad Pavilion for decades and has never seen anything so bizarre!

This isn't a place to pay tuition.

They're clearly here to buy goods!

"Oh dear, it's all luck, it's all luck."

Zhang Chulan looked at the pile of spoils worth hundreds of millions and was so happy that his back teeth were almost showing.

He clasped his hands together and bowed to the enthusiastic gamblers around him.

This feeling of being the center of attention and being wildly praised.

It gave him an absolute ecstasy!

This is the happy hometown that Zhang Chulan should be living in!

"Xing Tong brothers! Did you see that?!"

Zhang Chulan grabbed Feng Xingtong, who was completely dumbfounded, and raised an eyebrow smugly:

"That's what professionalism is! That's what vision is!"

"Uncle Feng told you to learn from me, he wasn't lying to you, was he?"

Feng Xingtong's mouth was open.

Look at those five gleaming objects, then look at Feng Baobao, who is chewing gum with a blank expression.

He swallowed hard and nodded with difficulty.

"Brother Chu Lan...you and Sister Bao'er are truly amazing."

He was truly convinced.

This not only brought back the more than two million yuan invested, but also multiplied it by more than a hundred times!

Zhang Chulan waved his hand, signaling Feng Xingtong to put the things away.

He felt completely relaxed and in high spirits.

"Let's go! Sister Bao'er! Let's go to the next stall!"

Chapter 215 For an unlimited supply of Häagen-Dazs! Bao'er signs a life-or-death waiver!

Leaving the gambling stone market, Zhang Chulan felt as if he were walking on air.

"Brother Chu Lan, shouldn't we call it a day while we're ahead?"

Feng Xingtong followed beside him, but he still felt uneasy.

This is, after all, the Golden Toad Pavilion, the Wang family's treasure trove where money flows in every day.

If the manager here is really angered, even with the Celestial Master's Mansion's influence, a fierce battle is probably inevitable.

"What are you packing up for? The nightlife is just getting started!"

Zhang Chulan waved his hand dismissively, making no attempt to hide his greedy expression.

"listen!"

Zhang Chulan held up one finger and pointed to the end of the passage.

"Bang! Bang!"

The faint sounds of flesh colliding, accompanied by increasingly loud roars, were coming from the depths of the passage.

"Underground boxing?"

Feng Xingtong frowned. "This is the core underground arena area of ​​the Golden Toad Pavilion."

"Let's go! Let's take Bao'er to digest her food!"

Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Feng Baobao, who was eating a grilled sausage, and strode towards the source of the sound.

Walk through a long, dark corridor and push open two heavy doors.

The deafening sound instantly engulfed the three of them.

This is a giant underground arena shaped like a funnel.

The surrounding area is all reinforced concrete.

At the very center is a huge arena covered by an octagonal iron cage.

The steel bars of the iron cage were covered with dark red, dried bloodstains, a shocking sight.

The stands surrounding the arena were packed with all sorts of gamblers.

At this moment, all of these people had bloodshot eyes, waving their betting slips in their hands, and cursing and shouting wildly at the octagon.

Zhang Chulan and his two companions had just squeezed into the aisle at the edge of the stands.

"Attack his lower body! Oh my goodness!"

"Didn't you eat?! Kick him!"

A thick Tianjin accent came from not far from Zhang Chulan.

That voice is so distinctive.

Zhang Chulan grinned and looked in the direction of the sound.

Three oddly shaped men with thick gold chains around their necks were huddled together by the railing.

The tall, thin man in the middle was clutching a handful of crumpled receipts and angrily slapping his thigh.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Zhang Cai?"

Zhang Chulan walked over and slapped the tall, thin man on the shoulder.

Just as Zhang was getting into a tirade, someone slapped him, and he was about to turn around and curse back.

When he turned his head, he met Zhang Chulan's smiling face, and the curse words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down, almost choking him to death.

"Oh my gosh! Brother Lan?! Sister Bao'er!"

Zhang Cai's eyes widened, and the anger on his face immediately turned into exaggerated surprise.

He quickly threw the worthless ticket on the ground and bowed and scraped as he approached:

"Brother Lan! What are you doing here? Where's Grandpa Tian? Didn't he come with you?"

Guan Bao and Di Dou, who were standing next to him, quickly put down their popcorn and notebooks and stood up properly, looking like three delinquent students who had just met the headmaster.

Just kidding, this is a favorite of Master Tian Shu!

That day at the Wukesong Arena, the three brothers witnessed firsthand how that "Heavenly Lord" made a fool of Shi Lao.

"My advisor is resting at home, so I brought my friends out for a stroll."

Zhang Chulan gripped the railing with both hands and gestured with his chin towards the octagonal cage:

"What's wrong, brothers? Having bad luck with your hands tonight?"

Don't even mention it!

Zhang Cai spread his hands, his face full of displeasure:

"Brother Lan, you have no idea, the underground arena of the Golden Toad Pavilion is incredibly sinister!"

He pointed to the giant man standing like an iron tower inside the iron cage and lowered his voice.

"Did you see that big guy in the ring?"

"This bastard is called Zhao Tie, nicknamed Iron Man. He's been the reigning champion of the Golden Toad Pavilion for the past few months."

"This guy used to be a disgraced member of the Ironclad Sect. I don't know how he ended up being recruited by the Wang family and used as a money-making scheme!"

Zhang Chulan looked in the direction he was pointing.

Inside the octagonal cage, the man named Zhao Tie was over two meters tall.

The muscles all over his body had an abnormal dark blue color.

At this moment, a challenger was lying at his feet.

Zhao Tie didn't even breathe, he just contemptuously twisted his thick neck.

"Ironclad Gate?"

Feng Xingtong's expression turned serious:

"That was a small sect that specialized in external martial arts training. I heard that if you trained it to the extreme, you could completely integrate your Qi into your skin, flesh, and bones, making you invulnerable to swords and spears, and impervious to water and fire. But that sect has long since disappeared."

"Young Master Feng has a good eye!"

Basal sinus, standing nearby, gave a thumbs-up and chimed in with a wry smile:

"Not only has Zhao Tie mastered the Ironclad Sect's kung fu, but the Wang family must have also fed him a lot of rare and precious herbs!"

"Damn it, this bastard has won ninety games in a row in this cage since he debuted! Ninety consecutive wins!"

Zhang Cai, with a mournful face, pointed to the pile of invalid tickets on the ground:

"The three of us brothers were hoping to pull off an upset, so we bet on the challenger a few times, and we've almost lost our life savings. The Wang family is clearly just using this monster to make money!"

Ninety consecutive wins?

Is this just a money-making scheme by the Wang family?

Upon hearing these keywords, Zhang Chulan's cunning eyes immediately started darting around.

He turned his head and stared at Zhao Tie, who was swaggering around in the octagonal cage.

"Brother Cai".

Zhang Chulan licked his lips, his voice filled with excitement.

"If... I mean if."

"Someone can take down this iron giant with a ninety-win winning streak on this stage."