Just then, the dealer responsible for settling tonight's bets ran over, sweating profusely. He approached Liu Yutong and asked respectfully.
"Miss Liu, according to the 1 to 5 odds, the ten million dollars you bet should pay out fifty million dollars. But... but currently, the funds on the books, along with the winnings of other players, only total a little over twenty million dollars. What do you think... should we pay this portion to you first, or wait until Mr. Rossi and Mr. Miles gather the remaining payout and pay it all together?"
Liu Yutong didn't hesitate at all: "Give me the part I can get my hands on first, and for the rest, urge them to gather it quickly."
Naturally, she had to guard against the other party going back on their word. If they reneged on the debt and swallowed both the principal and interest, it would be a huge loss.
At least she could secure over ten million in profit for now.
"Yes, yes, Miss Liu, I will handle it immediately!" The dealer nodded and bowed repeatedly as he backed away.
Soon!
Su Mansu told Liu Yutong that ten million and two hundred thousand dollars had been credited to their card, and the check they had issued earlier had also been taken back.
On the other side.
Rossi and Miles looked grim as they urgently began to raise funds and make transfers.
The main reason they were still willing to fulfill the payout and didn't immediately tear up their agreement was that the competition wasn't over yet, and there was still a chance to turn the tables.
If there was no chance, they would most likely choose to resort to violence directly. After all, what credibility did gangs have?
After the first match ended, the gym staff quickly cleaned the blood in the octagon and rearranged the arena.
According to the agreement, the second match was a slap contest.
The rules were very simple: the contestants stood face to face, taking turns slapping each other in the face. They couldn't dodge, and they couldn't fight back. Whoever fell first or surrendered first lost.
This was a competition purely of strength and strike resistance, and the scene would be very brutal.
However, Rossi was full of confidence.
Because they couldn't dodge in this match, those two monkey-like guys from Dragon Country would be useless no matter how agile they were. In this kind of standing and taking a beating competition, Westerners naturally had an absolute advantage in terms of physique!
Thinking of this, Rossi smiled again: "Jesse, this round, I will let you know what true brutality is!"
After speaking, he clapped his hands.
"Come out! Let these little friends from the East broaden their horizons!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the side door of the gym opened, and a figure slowly walked out.
When this person completely entered everyone's field of vision, the whole audience immediately exclaimed.
It was a behemoth nearly two meters tall and weighing at least one hundred and fifty kilograms!
His body was covered in rolls of fat, and his neck was so thick that his head looked like it was resting directly on his shoulders. He also had huge hands, thick as bear paws, giving off an invisible sense of oppression just by looking at them.
"It's Steamroller Hank!"
"Oh my god, Rossi actually got him!"
"I heard that in a slap contest, he once slapped five opponents unconscious in a row, three of whom were slapped into concussions by a single strike!"
"Don't you see how big his hands are? With one slap, wouldn't a head be knocked flying?"
"Jesse's side is doomed. Although those two guys from Dragon Country can fight, their physiques are not on the same level as Hank's!"
"The Black and White Twin Demons are both injured, plus with their small builds, going up to slap faces is just throwing their lives away, right?"
"They'll probably have to surrender directly to save their lives..."
"..."
Hank walked to the center of the arena, the shadow cast by his massive body almost covering half of the ring area.
After getting in the ring, he roared like a beast at Yun Cheng and Chu Yang: "You Dragon Country boys, which one of you dares to fight me!"
This deterrence was simply too strong!
Jesse couldn't help but look at Yun Cheng and Chu Yang in the ring.
Yun Cheng and Chu Yang's eyes were also full of solemnity.
Although they were good fighters, this kind of pure stationary slap contest tested absolute strength and strike resistance.
With Hank's physique, the force of a single slap could exceed three hundred kilograms. If they took it head-on with their builds, they might really get seriously injured.
However, when they remembered that their side still had a trump card, the solemn expressions on their faces gradually relaxed.
Seeing the intimidating effect of Hank's appearance, Rossi's confidence was mostly restored, and he once again provoked in the direction of Liu Yutong and Jesse.
"Jesse, my good nephew, you got lucky in the first round. But this second round of slapping isn't about those flashy martial arts. Do you see my man? Steamroller Hank, he has a record of slapping opponents straight into the morgue!"
"With just these two Dragon Country boys you found, they definitely won't last two rounds. I bet Hank can make them see God with one slap!"
As he spoke, he looked again at the Black and White Twin Demons in the ring.
Although these two won the first round, they consumed a lot of energy and had bruises on their faces and bodies. Facing a massive strength-type monster like Hank, they seemed to have no chance of winning at all.
The advantage is mine!
Just then, Liu Yutong suddenly spoke.
"Mr. Rossi, since you are so confident, then I will bet another ten million dollars! Do you dare to match it?"
Hiss!
Countless gasps sounded again!
The gang members who had just concluded that Jesse's side was bound to lose instantly turned their eyes to the mysterious Eastern woman on the second floor.
Another ten million?
How much money does she actually have? Could her family really run a money printing plant?
Oh, wait, she just won a huge sum... Never mind then!
Rossi's eyelids twitched. This trick again!
Is this Eastern woman crazy?
Or does she have absolute confidence in her subordinates?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Hank is a monster he specially brought in from Nevada. No matter how good those two guys from Dragon Country are at fighting, they have absolutely no chance of winning in this kind of pure strength confrontation!
She must be bluffing!
Yes! Just bluffing!
Rossi looked at Miles beside him, who had almost fought with him earlier.
"Hey, brother Miles, did you see that? That arrogant Eastern chick is giving us money again! A whole ten million! What we lost just now, this time we can win it back with interest. Hank's strength is very high, and those two Dragon Country boys are definitely no match! How about it, want to cooperate again? If we win, we split it fifty-fifty!"
Miles, biting down on his freshly lit cigar, narrowed his eyes and looked at Hank, who was like a mountain of meat in the ring, and then looked at the two Black and White Twin Demons from Dragon Country, beginning to weigh his options.
The performance of the Black and White Twin Demons in the first round indeed exceeded most people's expectations, but a slap contest is completely different. You can't move, and there is no two-on-one situation.
Maybe it's really doable.
But he was still a bit uneasy and asked in a deep voice: "Rossi, are you sure your man is fine? I can't afford to lose again."
"Absolutely no problem!" Rossi said confidently.
