Chapter 452 - Add Fuel to Life (1/2)

Chapter 452 Add Fuel to Life

Because of the emergency landing, the staff of Deye Airport had sent a green car to lead the plane to the designated position.

However, Yang Shiwen and Irene were too impatient to wait at this time and immediately ran from the first-class cabin to the economy-class cabin. When the two beauties saw the hole on the fuselage, which was nearly one meter in height, their pupils suddenly dilated at the same time.

All the people on the plane were immersed in the joy of surviving a disaster, while both of the two beauties were in the depths of despair.

Even though Liu Feng’s plane had made a forced landing at Deye Airport, a very inconspicuous airport in Afreca, the news of Yama’s death was instantly spread by someone. “Ha-ha, the path winds along mountain ridges!”

The headquarters of the Cross Legion was full of laughter. The head of the Cross Legion, always in Western knight costume, raised his hand in excitement and smashed a table again. He said proudly, “Netherworld were strong enough to defeat our Cross Legion. So what? But heaven help us now. Yama died. That’s great news. This Oriental was definitely a heretic who actually played the gangster in the western underground world. How long can Netherworld survive without you?”

“Great!”

In the Satan Legion, Bald Eagle, the Satan King, poured himself a glass of wine and said in smug satisfaction, “You killed my two sons, wiped out my Black Angel Unit and Hellfire Unit, and auctioned my Hellfire laser guns. Yama, even God want you to perish!”

Crackling….

In the most popular No. 3 casino in Las Veges, as Eugene, God of gambling, waved his big, fat hand, three dices flew out and finally stopped after rolling on the gaming table.

Wow!

Meanwhile, the whole casino was seething.

“Gosh! One, one, one!”

“Amazing. It’s absolutely amazing.”

“He deserves to be called God of gambling. No matter what you gamble, it will be a calamity if you meet God of gambling!”

The onlookers were all applauding the gambling skills of Eugene, God of gambling.

Across from Eugene sat a mixed-race handsome man, who was one of the nine soul-reaper messengers of Netherworld, Daywalker Heyer.

“Master God of Gambling, you have already won 300 million dollars. Isn’t it enough?” Heyer asked blandly.

“Of course not!”

Eugene had a kind smile on his plump face but said in an aggressive tone of voice. “Heyer, when Asan, the God of Wealth of our Palm Gold Palace, was in charge of the No. 3 casino, you came here and won $2.7 billion by gambling in a week. And you finally won the entire casino from Asan. Now I think I feel the same way as you did at that time.”

“Not the same.”

Heyer said in a casual manner, “I didn’t know No. 3 casino belonged to Palm Gold Palace before I won it. But after I knew that, I made a rule to prevent you from fighting back in the same way. I limit myself to three games a day and bet 100 million dollars in each game. Even if you come here every day, I can still afford 300 million dollars a day.”

“Oh, Heyer, you are so rich. You can afford $300 million a day, can’t you?” Eugene asked with a smile.

Yes!

Heyer said in a firm tone of voice, “I can afford, because I have won a lot before winning No. 3 casino. And you, Master God of Gambling, come here to gamble every day. I believe that Master Yama will also come to play with you in a few days.”

“Uh-huh, do you think Yama can beat me in gambling?” Eugene asked with a self-satisfied smile.

Heyer replied, “I believe that you can’t beat Master Yama even though you are God of gambling.”

Hearing that, Eugene immediately showed a little bit dissatisfaction. Just then his phone rang.

Eugene shot a glance at Heyer and then answered the phone.

No one heard what the person on the other end of the phone said except Eugene, who instantly had a big smile on his plump face.

“Sorry, even if Yama’s gambling skills are really better than mine, he will never come here.”

After hanging up the phone, Eugene stared at Heyer’s eyes and enunciated each word slowly, “I just heard the news that your Master Yama was killed on the flight from Afreca to Celestial Empire. What’s more, he had fallen into the sea from the hole in the fuselage.”

When Heyer heard the news, he suddenly had clear homicidal tendencies.

A two-meter-tall brawny man appeared behind Eugene the instant when Heyer had homicidal tendencies. This brawny man was as strong as Ghost King and moved much faster than Ghost King.Read the next chapter on v ip novel

However, Heyer’s homicidal tendencies only appeared for a fleeting moment so the brawny man didn’t do anything.

“Did you want to kill me just now?” Eugene’s smile disappeared.

Heyer answered him ignoring his question, “God of gambling, listen, Master Yama won’t die. The news you heard is either based on hearsay or guesswork.”

“Guesswork….”

“Yes, it was pure guesswork! You will never understand how amazing Yama is. He won’t die.”

Silence!