Chu Yang's roar of "Who else!" exploded like thunder in everyone's ears!
In an instant, the entire venue plunged into a dead silence.
It was even quieter than when Liu Yutong had placed her ten-million-dollar bet!
All the gang members, whether from the Corraro family or the Hells Angels, seemed to have their necks gripped by an invisible hand, unable to utter a single sound.
Their wide eyes were filled with shock, horror, disbelief, and a trace of fear!
They won?
Those two Dragon Country men, who were at a clear physical disadvantage and looked down upon by almost everyone, had actually won?
And they did it in such a ruthless manner, finishing off the notoriously fierce Bone Crusher and Iron Fist!
Uproar!!!
After a brief moment of silence, the entire venue erupted!
"My God! They actually did it!"
"That was brutal, and so freaking awesome!"
"Bone Crusher and Iron Fist were both ruthlessly taken out. Oh my god!"
"These two Dragon Country men are like Asuras crawling out of hell! Gods of death!"
"The odds were one to five. I bet five hundred dollars on Jesse's side. I'm rich! Hahaha!"
"I bet two thousand! One to five means ten thousand dollars! Hell yeah!"
"That Eastern girl bet ten million dollars! Multiplied by five... that's fifty million! Fifty million dollars!"
"If I had known, I would have bet on these two Dragon Country men too..."
"From today on, San Francisco's underground world will have to remember these two names..."
".........."
Amidst the chaotic chatter, a gang member who seemed to know a bit about Eastern culture suddenly stood up, looking at Yun Cheng and Chu Yang with fanatical zeal.
"I recognize this kind of teamwork. I've seen it in the East before. This is authentic Dragon Country martial arts. These two aren't ordinary people; they are true Dragon Country martial artists!"
"Did you guys clearly see the symbol on their chests? That dragon. In the East, the dragon is a symbol of supreme power, so these two should be called... the Black and White Fiends!"
"Yes, yes, yes! The Black and White Fiends!"
"That nickname is too fitting!"
"From today on, everyone will remember this name, the Black and White Fiends!"
"..."
Liu Yutong: ???
As one of the few who could fully understand the foreign language, the corners of her mouth could not help but twitch slightly upon hearing them forcibly bestow such a melodramatic nickname upon Yun Cheng and Chu Yang.
What the hell? The Black and White Fiends? What kind of nonsense was this!
On the other side, Rossi's face was as dark as it could be, even turning a bit purple.
He never expected that the fighters he had spent a fortune to hire would lose so completely!
And that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was that he had suffered a massive loss this time!
With a fifty-million-dollar payout, even with Miles and other bettors sharing the burden, he would have to shell out at least ten million dollars himself!
Beside him, Miles's expression was equally ugly. Now, not only had they lost face big time, but they also had to throw in a huge sum of money.
What alarmed him even more was the cold, efficient, almost militaristic fighting style displayed by these two Easterners, as well as the terrifyingly calm Eastern woman behind them who could casually throw down a ten-million-dollar bet.
He truly hadn't expected that the Eastern nation, which prided itself on peace, also had such a powerful gang.
With Jesse having such strong reinforcements, Rossi was probably going to have a hard time today.
"Trash! You're all useless trash!!"
"I spent so much money! So many resources! And this is how you repay me? Go to hell, all of you!!!"
Blinded by rage, Rossi made a crazy move that left everyone in the venue utterly dumbfounded!
Just as several medics were hurriedly carrying Bone Crusher and Iron Fist out of the octagon...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several deafening gunshots suddenly rang out from the direction of the second floor.
Everyone looked up in terror, only to see Rossi with a ferocious expression, gripping a silver Desert Eagle pistol in his hand, its muzzle still smoking.
Several large, bloody holes instantly appeared in the chests of Bone Crusher and Iron Fist on their stretchers. Now, they were dead beyond any doubt.
The entire venue was dead silent. Everyone was stunned by Rossi's insane action.
Even Miles, the second-in-command of the Hells Angels, was startled and angrily rebuked, "Rossi, you're crazy!"
Rossi whipped his head around, his gun muzzle almost pointing at Miles's face. "Going too far? My fighters lost, and I lost tens of millions of dollars! I might even lose the chance to compete for the head of the family, and you're telling me I'm going too far?!"
"If you hadn't suggested that two-on-two nonsense, would I have lost?"
"You should bear this loss!"
"What did you say?!"
Miles's face darkened further. The Hells Angels members behind him immediately stepped forward, their hands resting on their waists.
The atmosphere instantly became explosive!
"Rossi, what are you trying to do?!"
Just then, a middle-aged man stood up and shouted for him to stop.
This man was none other than Antonio, one of the elders of the Corraro family and the most prestigious one at that.
"Put the gun down!"
Rossi gritted his teeth. "Uncle Antonio, I..."
"I said, put the gun down!"
Antonio said coldly, "According to the rules, guns are forbidden today. Did you forget?!"
"By doing this, you are only bringing shame to the Corraro family. Everyone here is watching. Where are we supposed to hide our faces?"
Under the icy glares of several elders, Rossi ultimately and very reluctantly handed the Desert Eagle over to someone else.
But he didn't forget to throw harsh words at Jesse: "My dear nephew, don't think you're safe just because you won the first round. I won't give you another chance later!"
Jesse showed no weakness. "My dear uncle, I return those words right back to you. With my great-grandmother holding down the fort here, you are destined to have no chance of making a comeback!"
Hearing this, Rossi looked at Liu Yutong again, his eyes like daggers fiercely stabbing toward the Eastern woman.
Liu Yutong acted as if she hadn't seen it, ignoring his gaze. Instead, she asked a subordinate in black beside her softly in the Dragon Country language, "Did you record the footage of Rossi shooting just now?"
The subordinate nodded. "Eldest Miss, we have a full high-definition recording, including his roaring before firing and his expression afterward. The clarity is completely sufficient to serve as evidence."
Liu Yutong nodded.
With this recording, in case Rossi became desperate from losing and wanted to fight to the bitter end, they could completely pin the deaths of Iron Fist and Bone Crusher on him. After all, he really was the one who shot them dead.
Committing murder in public in the Beautiful Country was enough to lock Rossi up for decades.
This served as a disguised insurance policy for Yun Cheng and Chu Yang. After all, she wasn't sure if Iron Fist had actually died from Yun Cheng's strike. Now that Rossi had fired the finishing shots, it thoroughly cemented his identity as the murderer and spared Yun Cheng and the others from any potential legal risks.
It was worth noting that these kinds of boxing matches in the Beautiful Country weren't entirely legal either.
Therefore, not only was she not angry at Rossi's glare, but she even felt a bit like thanking him.
What a great guy!
After making sure the recording was rolling, she shifted her gaze toward Lan Die's position.
It felt as if the girl was born with a naturally low presence. Surprisingly, no one had noticed her standing right there in the shadow of a load-bearing pillar not far from Rossi.
This was just a precaution. After all, Rossi had actually been carrying a concealed gun. Although he had surrendered it for now, no one was willing to bet that he wasn't hiding a second or even a third weapon.
If that guy really proved to be a sore loser and tried to start a shootout, Lan Die could strike first and take down the ringleader!
