Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 169 - 145 The Strongest Achievement on Earth2

At this mont, aside from Li Ang, the happiest people were probably his few sponsors.

The reason they had offered a tiered pricing plan was because they didn’t quite believe that Li Ang could achieve much in this unfair competition.

Now that Li Ang had won the championship, although they had to pay more in sponsorship fees, in actuality, they definitely didn’t lose out.

On the contrary, they should feel fortunate for securing the advertising contract with Li Ang at this price beforehand.

If they had waited until after the competition, their two small companies might not even have been within Li Ang’s considerations for partnerships.

After all, not only do advertisers choose endorsers, endorsers also pick their advertisers. So lower-end brands, or those with negative news, could also affect his comrcial value.

Besides the visible current rewards of this competition, Li Ang’s gains included many less apparent increases.

For example, his account’s subscription count and the search index for his na both skyrocketed due to the impact of the competition.

The increase in account subscriptions over these two days almost matched the previous total, and related news continued to fernt, promising that his popularity would keep rising for so ti.

After the award ceremony ended, as Li Ang was leaving the venue with Catina, they ran into Joseph again.

Seeing him look as if he had nothing left to live for, Li Ang approached and joked,

"What’s the matter? Are you really that unhappy to see win the championship? At least you won so prize money. You invested ten thousand; the return should be quite substantial, right?"

Little did Li Ang know that bringing up this topic would make Joseph’s expression look almost unbearable.

Joseph slowly raised his head, showing a bitter face, and said word by word to Li Ang,

"Gone, all gone, the bookie disappeared."

Li Ang had anticipated the worst-case scenario, which had indeed occurred. Generally, bookmakers wouldn’t lose money as long as they weren’t too greedy.

The current situation likely ant the bookmaker wanted to earn more than was reasonable, artificially adjusted the odds, but overreached and ended up with a substantial loss and had no choice but to flee.

Another possibility was that the bookmakers never intended to make any payouts from the beginning, intending to take whatever they could and leave, never looking to run a long-term business.

"How could you trust them so much? Didn’t you consider this before giving them money?"

Li Ang asked out of curiosity.

"I did think about it. In fact, I knew about their background. They are controlled by a gang. I thought they were too big to commit such disdainful acts..."

Listening to Joseph, Li Ang was at a loss for words. Entrusting one’s faith in a gang most proficient in deception and theft was misguided.

In the face of vast wealth, even the closest relations cannot provide absolute trust, let alone such unscrupulous individuals.

Li Ang expressed his sympathy for the situation but was really unable to help.

In a place with good public order, he might act out of a sense of justice and help out.

But in Arica, it’s better to forget it. Even if you know where the people are, are you sure you would get your money back and not a bunch of bullets instead?

In short, the risk is too great, and there’s no need to take a gamble for that money.

This has always been his principle while staying in Arica, trying as much as possible to avoid uncontrollable risks.

Otherwise, with his current abilities, he could easily break several athletic world records, making money as if it were child’s play.

But the risk associated with that is too great. It’s one thing to win championships or break records in skill-based sports.

But surpassing human limits easily draws official attention.

Just Bolt alone is made miserable by the hundreds of drug tests conducted by the Arican officials every year.

Until he had enough strength, Li Ang believed it was better to lay low with regard to such earth-shattering feats.

Before leaving, Li Ang offered Joseph a piece of advice.

"Regarding this matter, I don’t think calling the police will do much good, as this might inherently be illegal. I have a suggestion, though—just report them to the IRS for tax evasion. You may not get your money back, but maybe it will at least make you feel better."

As Li Ang and Catina were just walking out the door, two n in suits, wearing sunglasses, blocked their path, signaling them to wait. anwhile, a stretched Maybach Pullman slowly pulled up alongside them.

If it had been a Toyota Coaster, Li Ang might have instinctively prepared to run, because you never know how many people might erge from the vehicle or what equipnt they may have.

But a rcedes-Maybach worth over ten million RMB shouldn’t be a problem.

His possessions weren’t worth enough to buy that car, so it was unlikely to be a robbery, right?

The car door opened, and a blond, blue-eyed youth leaped out, his movents quite inelegant and completely mismatched with the car’s deanor.

This blond, blue-eyed Caucasian boy seed to be at most twelve or thirteen years old and excitedly ran up to Li Ang the mont he got out of the car.

He exclaid in crisp Mandarin, "Master!" with quite standard pronunciation, showing he had studied diligently.