As he spoke, he quickly collected all the bets on the table.
Before the killers could protest, all the money was gone.
After Mo Hanqing collected the money, he stood there calmly, while the people around him looked at him with gritted teeth.
"He is just a white-band-level killer. We have nothing to fear from him. We just beat him up and get the money back."
"That makes sense, but we can't take action now. After all, the elders are here."
"Then let's beat him together after the challenge is over!"
A few killers who had lost more than others looked at Mo Hanqing reluctantly, and then gathered together to discuss in low voices.
After Elder Whitebeard handed the black wristband to Ye Qiqi, he coughed twice and continued to ask: "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge the black wristband-level killer?"
The chattering voices around him stopped instantly.
In the silence, a low and cold voice suddenly sounded: "And me."
The white-bearded elder followed the voice and looked over, only to see a handsome young man with an elegant appearance standing among a group of killers. He had the same white wristband on his wrist as Xiao Qi just now.
The white-bearded elder frowned and said with some displeasure in his voice: "Why is he another white-level killer?"
Mo Hanqing looked at him expressionlessly, walked slowly to the stage, stood next to Ye Qiqi and said, "The two of us are together."
"You two together?" The white-bearded elder hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the other two elders behind him, and said awkwardly: "Okay, then I will force you to challenge. The rules are the same as before."
"Okay." Mo Hanqing nodded calmly.
Within a moment, another killer with a black wristband stepped onto the challenge stage.
Before Ye Qiqi went down, he hesitated and tugged on Mo Hanqing's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Brother, are you okay?"
Mo Hanqing lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the worried look on her face, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he asked in a low voice in her ear: "What, are you worried about your husband?"
After Ye Qiqi heard this, she rolled her eyes at him, then waved her sleeves. Just as she was about to stride forward, Mo Hanqing suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing?" Ye Qiqi turned around and looked straight at him with a pair of black and white eyes.
Mo Hanqing calmly took out the silver he had just won from his sleeve robe, handed it to Ye Qiqi's hand, and whispered: "Madam, keep it."
"What is this?" Ye Qiqi glanced down in confusion, and he stuffed a money bag into his hand, which was heavy in his hand.
"This is the household income that my husband earned for my wife just now." Mo Hanqing smiled faintly, patted her shoulder and said, "I was in such a hurry that I didn't have time to count. I went down to count how much I earned in total."
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Ye Qiqi felt that this guy was really getting more and more shameless.
It's just that he shouted this so many times that she didn't bother to refute.
Ye Qiqi shook the money bag in his hand towards him, and then went straight down.
The killers around the viewing platform watched helplessly as Mo Hanqing handed the money bag to Ye Qiqi. For a moment, they all burst into tears.