615: Chapter 615: Unpredictable Situation!
Billion Dollar Bet!
615: Chapter 615: Unpredictable Situation!
Billion Dollar Bet!
The atmosphere was heated!
Heavy bets kept coming!
This gambling event organized by the wealthy rchant Kun Qianxi was truly a feast of wealth.
Many who originally stated they would bet one or two billion ended up increasing their stakes as the betting drew close.
After all, if one were to win, the more they bet, the more money they could divide up.
Even Kun Qianxi himself, who initially said six billion Gold Coins for three gas would suffice.
And what happened?
In the first ga, he threw down two billion, felt it wasn’t enough, and then smashed down another two billion.
It seed that one billion Gold Coins, for them, was probably equivalent to an ordinary person’s thousand bucks.
With the gambling-obsessed Kun Qianxi leading the charge, the others were naturally excited.
Here it ca.
The ga was about to start.
The betting was about to end, too.
Riding the countdown, there ca another wave of betting fervor.
So believed that the team from Luoxi Continent was definitely stronger than that from Bihu Continent.
Since the team from Seni Continent had scored five goals last night.
Everyone felt that even with a one-goal handicap, they could still win.
After all, last night’s ga had proven that this competition was very attack-oriented, and it could be another high-scoring battle.
As long as they secured a two-nil score, they would win money.
Of course, there were those who thought that Wula-Gui might just manage a narrow win by one goal, and with the handicap, it would result in a draw.
Others boldly predicted that the ga would end in a draw, so with the handicap, Su Yalai-Si would win.
As a result.
Every gambling table’s dealer was busy non-stop.
The betting VIPs were all swiping their smart bracelets, choosing from among three possible outcos for the ga.
Though the starting amount was one billion Gold Coins, by the ti the ga started.
Aside from Wu Jie and his wife, who bet one billion, everyone else had bet at least two billion.
The ones who bet the most were still the oil tycoons from Zhongzhou Continent, with a prince going all in with eight billion Gold Coins.
They were insane!
The match was about to kick-off, and the betting was imdiately closed!
Quickly!
The computer tallied the betting results and projected them onto another large screen.
All three outcos had heavy bets placed on them.
Through bar graphs, columns of three different colors represented the betting situation for each outco.
It was like a staircase, descending from high to low.
Many believed in Wula-Gui’s victory, with a total amount reaching a staggering eighty-five billion Gold Coins.
And Kun Qianxi’s four billion Gold Coin bet wasn’t even at the top.
That prince who bet eight billion Gold Coins truly dazzled!
In comparison, those who believed in a draw after the handicap were far fewer, the total amount being just over thirty billion.
Wu Jie, who only bet one billion Gold Coins, of course ‘bottod out’ without surprise.
The reason he bet like this…
was because Wu Jie believed.
In soccer betting, victory often was not in the hands of the majority.
The more the majority favored sothing, the less one ought to bet on it.
The least.
Belief in Su Yalai-Si’s upset was only backed by a re six billion Gold Coins.
The three bettors who wagered looked like they worked in finance, truly born risk-takers!
If Su Yalai-Si’s team pulled off an upset, the three of them would split over one hundred billion Gold Coins.
Kun Qianxi’s betting rules were really fucking brain-dead!
Hitting the long shot would make one filthy rich.
But as it was a long shot…
the chances were naturally not high.
…
Beep!
With a whistle, the ga began.
All who had placed their bets fell silent and watched the match.
Munching on snacks, idle chit-chat.
Kun Qianxi continuously watched the big screen with a smirk, calm and composed.
The toothpick in his mouth swayed back and forth with his wiggling lips.
His bodyguards on both sides were also too damn dedicated.
If it were an ordinary person, they would think this place was full of wealthy n and won.
How could the distinguished guests harm each other?
They would surely let down their guard.
But while everyone was captivated by the thrilling match, they remained very vigilant and careful, guarding their surroundings.
Tsk tsk!
Such steadfast professional ethics were indeed worthy of their high salaries!
And the match was particularly exciting from the get-go.
The more powerful Wula-Gui launched an aggressive attack from the start, leaving the Su Yalai-Si team exhausted from defending.
A defensive error almost cost them a goal.
With the ga so intense, the watching VIPS were equally emotional.
The missed scoring opportunity by J Luo infuriated Kun Qianxi, who cursed as he slamd the table.
Afterwards…
As Wula-Gui squandered chance after chance, many who bet on their victory beca increasingly anxious.
What seed like relentless offenses amounted to what?
Where several goals should have been scored, the score remained nil.
The halfti whistle blew, and many VIPs were anything but happy, cursing wildly.
Yet those who bet on a Su Yalai-Si victory were already beaming with joy, nearly ready to pop open champagne to celebrate.
They had good reason to be happy!
If the zero-to-zero score held until the end of the ga.
The three of them could split over one hundred billion Gold Coins—where else could they find such an insanely lucrative deal?
However, those who bet on a Wula-Gui victory weren’t concerned.
The first half actually saw many opportunities, and if they took advantage of just two in the second half to score two goals, they would win.
Everyone had their own thoughts.
And during these fifteen minutes of halfti.
So went to the bathroom, so went to find sothing to eat, and others took advantage of the break to play a few rounds of cards.
Kun Qianxi left as well, going to the toilet with bodyguards following him.
Wu Jie followed too and noticed that whenever this guy took a leak, guards stood watch on both sides.
This was fucking ridiculous!
How was he supposed to make a move?
After returning, Tang Xiao whispered a reminder:
“Notice how the waiters on the side seem to have changed, huh!
Did they switch shifts this early?”
Wu Jie swept a cold glance and indeed it was so.
The blondes and blues-eyed Westerners were fewer, and instead, there were more Asians with yellow skin and black eyes.
Suddenly.
Wu Jie spotted a familiar face.
He felt he had seen it sowhere before, but for the life of him, he couldn’t rember where.
But when a VIP passed by him, he suddenly bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.
Only those from Yincheng make such deep bows, right?
This guy looked strong and robust, with a sharp and spirited gaze—not at all like a waiter, more like a well-trained martial artist.
Wait a second!
Martial artist?
Wu Jie suddenly rembered.
The hospital, Xu Feng and his son, Yuan Shikui, Yincheng Muto Conglorate…
Linking one keyword after another, and then thinking about the beautiful martial artist Muto Sami who offered her eager services that morning.
A mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?
A playful smile played at the corner of Wu Jie’s lips.
This evening’s extravagant banquet.
Indeed, it’s all about the thrill, the excitent.
In this murky mix of fish and dragons, just how many people are here to stir the waters and fish?
“For safety’s sake, I think we should avoid all these fruits and drinks!”
Wu Jie whispered a caution to Tang Xiao.
I have a system inside that will imdiately alert if sothing is poisonous.
But Tang Xiao doesn’t!
If she were to be poisoned, that would be troubleso.
Soon after.
The match continued.
In the second half, Wula-Gui sustained a good offensive.
But as ti ticked by, they just wouldn’t score!
Many people were already on edge, standing up to watch.
With every shot off target, their frustration grew.
With every interception and counterattack, they scread anxiously.
The Wula-Gui team, feeling the pressure, substituted two key players in the 58th and 59th minutes.
The star player called J Luo entered the field and Kun Qianxi beca so excited he punched the air repeatedly.
“Good!
Finally going on the field!
Dammit, what’s the use of big players if you don’t play them, just to have them warm the bench?
Shit!”
However…
The appearance of the big-na player seed ineffective!
As the match entered the eightieth minute, the wealthy gamblers who bet on a win were in despair.
The players on the Wula-Gui team clearly beca agitated.
Securing three points in the first match of the group stage would be particularly beneficial for advancing.
But a draw with only one point…
was clearly unacceptable!
Frenzied attack!
A wild offensive!
Bang!
A muffled sound.
Everyone thought it was a sure goal, but it hit the goalpost.
The ball rebounded, and although four players rushed in, none managed to connect with the ball.
The hall was now completely abuzz.
“Damn it, what garbage!
That’s pure garbage!”
“F**k, they should all die!
Are they blind?
Four people can’t even make a follow-up shot!”
“We’re dood!
This match is likely to end in a draw!”
“Who was it that said tonight would be a goal fest?
Dammit, we’re still at a draw after all this ti!”
…
All sorts of curses rose and fell.
However, shortly after the raging complaints.
Suddenly.
A header shot the ball into the goal!
Boom!
Not only did the atmosphere explode on the soccer field, but the betting hall ignited in an instant as well.
Many people were thrilled, finally, a goal.
The three VIPs who bet on the team from Egypt to win in hopes of a windfall were instantly dumbfounded.
The two billion Gold Coins they each bet were as good as lost.
Heaven one second, hell the next.
The stark ups and downs of life were indeed too thrilling.
This kind of gambling that can lose hundreds of millions of Gold Coins in minutes is a ‘joy’ that only the super-rich can enjoy.
Poor people…
how could they possibly enjoy it?
Even placing a few hundred on a sports bet makes them nervous, let alone betting one or two billion Gold Coins—it’s sothing they can only dream about.
So rejoiced while others lanted.
With the match nearing the 89th minute, and the score still at one to zero, it seed the betting result would be a draw!
Those who bet on a victory were all extrely anxious, continuously shouting encouragents.
Even Kun Qianxi couldn’t contain himself.
He stood up, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and fixed his eyes intensely on the big screen.
Attack!
Attack!
A fierce offensive!
The players of the Wula-Gui team seemingly did not want to disappoint the rich n.
Their offense surged higher with each wave.
However…
The bigger the hope, the greater the disappointnt!
With a whistle from the main referee, the match ended.
The score, one to zero.
Bang!!!
Kun Qianxi slamd his satellite phone viciously onto the card table.
What else could he do?
There was nothing else on the empty table to smash.
There were many more people who were more frustrated.
Especially the crown prince who made an eight-billion Gold Coin bet.
He suddenly went berserk.
Dashing into the food area.
Where the tables were laden with all sorts of delicacies.
He grabbed a bottle of Lafite and began to smash and thrash about, incessantly cursing the whole ti.
Others were also extrely crazed, with so even instructing the housekeepers to bring in a bunch of human punching bags.
They were to wear Wula-Gui team jerseys while being wildly punched and beaten on the field, allowing these rich n to vent their frustration from losing the match and their money!
Normally, these human punching bags earned money by taking beatings in the Death Ga Hall on cruise ships.
They were paid well, by the minute.
On regular days, they were well-fed and well-trained, tough and resilient, to better withstand a beating.
Now showing up here at this field, standing in for players and getting mobbed, they certainly demanded extra pay.
The rich n who lost their bets sward them.
Blow after blow, punches and kicks, ferocious kicks and lashings—one could feel the venting of all their bitterness and resentnt from losing the ga and their money.
The people celebrating their victory, having won money, were exceptionally wild, their celebrations boisterous and unrestrained.
The scene was chaotic, and it was the perfect opportunity for a covert assassination.
Would Kun Qianxi also join the beating to vent his frustration?
Wu Jie and Tang Xiao instantly swept the venue with cold, watchful eyes.
In their pupils, murderous intent was chillingly clear…
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