I will go!
Let me do it!
Two voices rang out almost simultaneously. Yun Cheng and Chu Yang exchanged a glance, their eyes burning with the fierce will to fight.
Both of them were top-tier martial artists in the Ten Thousand Dragons Society. Now that they were faced with such a tough battle, naturally, they both wanted to be the first to step into the ring.
I will take care of that Bone Crusher, you can take the next match, Yun Cheng said.
No way, I am going first. Everyone knows the next match will not be a fighting competition, Chu Yang refused to yield.
The two were at a stalemate and simultaneously looked toward the Eldest Miss, waiting for her to make the final decision.
Miss...
Before Liu Yutong could speak, Miles beat them to the punch. How about the two of you go in together? We will also send out another man. Let us make it a two-on-two brawl, what do you say?
After briefly translating his words, Liu Yutong looked at Yun Cheng and Chu Yang with a questioning gaze.
Yun Cheng immediately patted his chest and promised, Miss, no problem! Let alone two-on-two, even if it is one against two, I can handle it!
Chu Yang showed no sign of weakness either. Rest assured, Miss. With the two of us joining forces, taking care of those two will be a piece of cake!
Liu Yutong gave a slight nod. Then you must be careful.
The two replied in unison, Understood!
Soon, the arena staff cleared out the octagon.
Bone Crusher was already standing inside the cage, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes sweeping contemptuously over Yun Cheng and Chu Yang outside.
The second-in-command of the Hells Angels, Miles, also sent out a tall, burly Black man nicknamed Iron Fist, whose combat prowess was in no way inferior to Bone Crusher's.
Yun Cheng and Chu Yang exchanged a glance and walked into the octagon one after the other, forming a standoff against Bone Crusher and Iron Fist.
Although their height and build were not as imposing as the two Western brutes opposite them, the fiery fighting spirit burning in their eyes made it clear they were not to be underestimated.
Inside the cage, Bone Crusher pounded his chest with his fists, letting out a beast-like roar. Come on! Let me crush your bones!
Iron Fist cracked his knuckles, producing a series of sharp pops, his face twisting into a ferocious sneer. Yellow monkeys, if you know what is good for you, surrender now, or you will get your teeth knocked out!
What kind of bird language are you babbling? Speak human! Yun Cheng said coldly.
Just then, the bookmaker began to shout loudly.
The odds are out! Team Rossi, odds are 1 to 1.2! Team Jesse, odds are 1 to 5! Any bets?
As soon as the words fell, almost everyone surged toward the bookmaker, frantically placing their bets on Team Rossi.
I bet five thousand on Team Rossi!
Ten thousand! Team Rossi is sure to win!
I bet those two Dragon Country brats will not even last three minutes.
Hahaha, this is basically giving away free money.
...
On one side were two experienced fighters and gang enforcers who held an absolute advantage in size.
On the other side were two relatively slender Eastern men.
No matter how you looked at it, this was going to be a completely one-sided massacre.
Only a sparse few placed bets on Team Jesse, mostly out of a gambler's mentality or simply because they were awed by Liu Yutong's aura and wanted to bet on an upset.
Jesse gritted his teeth and pulled out his checkbook. I bet one million dollars on us winning!
The entire crowd went into an uproar!
Hahaha! One million dollars? Jesse, do you think you are not going to lose ugly enough, so you want to give us money to spend?
Rossi slapped the railing of the VIP box, laughing so hard his thick beard trembled. With those two yellow monkey mercenaries of yours, forget about beating Bone Crusher and Iron Fist, whether they can even last a minute is a question. As for this million, I will just take it as a New Year's red envelope for me and my brother Miles.
Miles clamped down on his cigar and said, Jesse, if you want to give away money, just transfer it directly to my account. There is no need to go through all this trouble.
The surrounding gang members joined in the jeering, with whistles and roars of laughter rising and falling.
Is Jesse just giving up completely?
I think he has been bewitched by that Eastern woman and does not even treat money like money anymore!
Just wait and see. When his men get their bones broken, that million will be completely flushed down the drain!
Those two Dragon Country guys look scrawny as hell, how could they possibly beat Bone Crusher and Iron Fist? These 1 to 5 odds are already considered high; I bet even at 1 to 10 nobody would dare to bet on them.
Jesse's face flushed bright red. He clenched his fists, wanting to retort, but was stopped by Liu Yutong.
One million is indeed too little. Since it is a gamble, we should gamble properly.
She raised her hand, signaling Su Mansu behind her. Su Mansu immediately stepped forward, took out a checkbook and a fountain pen, and handed them to Liu Yutong.
Liu Yutong took the pen and signed her name on the check.
I bet ten million dollars!
These few words exploded in the arena like a sudden artillery shell!
Everyone's eyes widened, looking at Liu Yutong in utter disbelief, thinking they had misheard.
Ten million dollars? She must be crazy!
You have to know, the lifetime income of an ordinary middle-class person in the beautiful country was only a few hundred thousand dollars. Ten million dollars was enough to buy several luxury mansions, or even equip a powerful mercenary force.
Even for established gangs like the Colaro family and the Hells Angels, coming up with so much cash all at once would be very difficult. The cash flow in their territories was indeed high, but that money did not go purely into their personal pockets.
If they were really asked to personally produce that much money, they absolutely could not do it, not even half of it.
Yet this Eastern girl casually bet ten million dollars. This could no longer be described as merely being rich; did her family own a money-printing machine? To dare throw cash around like this!
Jesse was also stunned. He only knew that his great-grandmother had formidable financial resources, but he never expected them to be this deep.
Ten million dollars! Just casually placed as a bet like that?
At the same time, he felt the pressure on his shoulders multiply; if they lost, the losses would be disastrous.
Great... Great-grandmother... Are we really going to play this big? Jesse wanted to advise her not to be impulsive.
Liu Yutong merely raised her hand slightly, signaling him to say no more. Then she looked at Rossi and Miles again. Ten million dollars, just a small bet for fun. Mr. Rossi, Mr. Miles, do not tell me you are scared? Or could it be that you cannot even scrape together this much cash?
Rossi's expression changed slightly. Stop bluffing here. Ten million dollars? Who knows if your check will bounce. Do not think you can intimidate people with a bad check!
He was indeed feeling a bit guilty, not out of a lack of confidence in his fighters, but out of fear of the what if.
What if they lost? They would have to pay out fifty million dollars. They could not possibly come up with that much money; even if they went bankrupt, they could not produce it.
Hearing this, Liu Yutong gave a look to Su Mansu beside her.
Su Mansu immediately took out a cell phone from her bag, quickly dialed a number, and spoke a few words in a fluent foreign language.
In less than a minute, she hung up the phone, nodded to Liu Yutong, and then addressed everyone in the arena. Gentlemen, my boss's bet has been confirmed by the Swiss Bank branch. The funds are instantly available for transfer, and the bookmaker can verify this at any time. If you are worried about the payout, we can also transfer the ten million dollars into a third-party escrow account right now.
Instant confirmation from a Swiss Bank, third-party escrow...
Now this is a true fucking tycoon!
