<h4>Chapter 1947: Chapter 1772: All of It Is Fake</h4>


    Five minutester.


    Beach.


    Not a single person left standing.


    "All right."


    Tuoyin felt relieved, saying he would be thest to die, really thest one to die. A person raised a hand, aimed the gun at him, a soft pop, a pain in the heart, consciousness began to blur.


    In front of his eyes.


    Scenes shed by.


    Family.


    Friends.


    Enemies.


    More were the innocent ones killed by him or Kovalro, men and women, old and young, hundreds, thousands, some faded from memory, now surged forth.


    His life, considered to have no good ending, was probably not destined for heaven.


    Only hell.


    Is home.


    Regret?


    No.


    Since birth, he knew his fate, Kovalro, like a giant beast, once grown, unstoppable, even if he wanted to mend his ways, death was the oue.


    No choice.


    No matter how dark the way, he had to walk it.


    Justice?


    The weak can only hope, the strong can uphold it. Like Tang Qing, with god-like strength, only he could uphold so-called justice, but even he was forced by this world.


    It is this world.


    That created Kovalro.


    ...


    United States.


    A manor.


    "This batch of professionals, not bad."


    Crunch!


    A white man in his thirties munching on snacks, watching a screen, the image of a deserted ind where a dozen people survive, men and women, gathering resources in limited space.


    Survival.


    Is their only concern.


    Fishing.


    Making arrows.


    Making fire.


    Much more professional than thest batch. Unfortunately, the previous batch failed to find the hidden tools, failed the challenge, didn’t survive a month. Average people can’t see this kind of show, only by invitation.


    During viewing.


    The viewer is also under surveince.


    Otherwise.


    Not allowed to watch.


    Suddenly.


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    One person holding a wooden spear, thrust into the water, when lifted, skewered a fish, the man became excited, "Not bad, number ten finally learned to spear fish, good progress."


    This is a long-running show by Kovalro to satisfy some tycoons with special preferences, some just want to watch this kind of reality show, each batch with a fixed initiation amount.


    Five million dors per session.


    When enough money is gathered.


    Kovalro organizes and sends people to the ind for survival. The ind is full of surveince, everyone knows it, but to survive, they obediently try to live.


    Live a month.


    No rules.


    Finish.


    Can continue to live and enter other survival games.


    These people.


    Never see daylight, can’t return to normal society, the only thing to strive for is winning the game to enjoy experiences before death, only if they win.


    The man has money.


    Material life too rich.


    Naturally.


    Begins to pursue other extreme stimuli. In recent years, over twenty million dors has been spent watching Kovalro’s shows, not a true local tyrant, just can’t look down on it.


    ...


    Europe.


    A castle.


    "Hit."


    "Harder."


    "Kick him to death."


    "This punch is good."


    "..."


    A young man in his twenties waves his fists, excitedly watching the screen, in the ring two strong men fight fiercely, more thrilling than movies.


    "Stormwind, kill him."


    For this.


    He wagered a million euros.


    Not much.


    This match, total bets around three hundred million euros, both sides are top underground boxers, their fiercepetition in recent years has made bookmakers a lot of money.


    A million.


    Just for fun.


    Bet on luck.


    Because both have high consecutive win records.


    Five minutester.


    The two fought for dozens of rounds, no clear winner, both injured, watching intensely because nobody knows who will prevail at the end to be the champion tonight.


    "Bang!"


    One punch.


    Stormwind falls to the ground.


    "Ah, lost."


    The young man put down his hand, not disappointed.


    Just for fun.


    Small money.


    These years mostly losing, putting in tens of millions of euros, he doesn’t care, as for behind the match being rigged, he doesn’t care, one or two choices, even if there is, it’s just bad luck.


    Bet wrong.


    me who?


    ...


    South Korea.


    Japan.


    South Africa.


    Brazil.


    Canada.


    ...


    Many people are watching this match and cing bets, while far away in Huaxia, Tang Qing looks at the weekly performance report, Kovalro, and the European gambling group, both making a lot of money.


    However.


    No outsiders know.


    It’s all fake.


    Inds.


    Real.


    But abandoned long ago.


    Ring.


    Real.


    But no one fights on it, so-called live broadcasts, in front of Little Two, production is too easy, without cost, yet can reap huge profits, he even thought of stopping Kovalro’s project.


    But.


    No reason, if Kovalro doesn’t do it, another force will.


    In this case.


    Faking.


    Exchanging money.


    Of course, after all, it’s earning rich people’s money. Just this year, this kind of profit exceeded twenty-eight billion dors, surpassing thirty billion dors for the whole year, no problem at all.


    And this.


    Is just EuroLottery + Las Vegas profits.


    ...


    After ncing at the report, Tang Qing no longer paid attention, the money was not diverted but used by the fighters for business expansion, investing in variouspanies and properties in Europe and America.


    These two forces.


    Nominally.


    Independently forming. Especially EuroLottery, it is being cultivated as a consortium, ERV in the United States, EuroLottery in Europe, but not as high-profile as ERV, instead bing a semi-invisible consortium.


    Infiltration.


    Cultivation.


    Expansion.


    Is a long-term job, taking it slow.


    "Let’s go."


    Tang Qing got up.


    Left the door.


    Today is the eleventh.


    Tomorrow.


    The ribbon-cutting for the Smart Space Industrial Park operations starts, for this, many business big shots were invited at the annual meeting, today the eleventh, many will also arrive a day early like the annual meeting.


    As host, cannot be absent.


    After all.


    It is you who invited them.


    Twenty minutester, the car arrived at the park, main entrance, Luo Qiang waited in the duty room, the weather was nice, sunny, a wee banner was already up at the gate along with hot air balloons.


    At this time.


    The entire park hadpleted its final decoration, the enclosure wall sealed, security department stationed, nearly five hundred people, two shifts, twenty-four-hour patrol, each building has dedicated security guards.


    Hundreds of thousands of square meters of area.


    This number of people.


    Not many.


    The park is surrounded by a river but is not isted, with a public main road passing through, one main gate, five side gates, but to outsiders, every gate probably looks like a main gate.


    With money.


    All built grand.


    Seeing Tang Qing’s car, Luo Qiang quickly came to greet him.


    "Chairman!"


    "Get in the car."


    "Yes."


    Not on a march, but parked to the right of the main gate, vehicles on both sides of the road, park-shared, the ce too big, walking takes time, besides bicycles, there are also electric cars.


    Two wheels.


    Four wheels.


    All avable.


    But four wheels are generally used for park tours, they boarded a tour car. Today they came, first to walk through the tour process for tomorrow, dozens of buildings, it really will take some time to visit.