Super Soldier in the Chapter 1528 - 1580: Another $10 Billion?

Chapter 1528: Chapter 1580: Another $10 Billion?

Sashar spoke excitedly, and Li Yifei nodded, turning to the prince he had gambled with, saying, "Your Highness, the results of the match have co out. Do you acknowledge this result?"

Losing a billion US Dollars at once wasn’t insignificant for the prince; although not too much, it certainly wasn’t trivial. A top sports car only cost a few hundred thousand dollars, but a billion... that was an astronomical number.

So he couldn’t be happy at all, but facing Li Yifei, he had no choice but to suppress his anger, glaring deeply and snorting, "The money I lost, I’ll definitely pay."

"That’s good to hear." Li Yifei nodded reassuringly.

The prince’s face turned even sourer, but Sashar laughed it off, saying, "Dear Uncle, I’m not in a hurry for my money. I believe you won’t default on it, a billion at most, just a half-year’s inco, nothing big."

The prince forced a stiff smile. In front of so many people, he couldn’t say anything about defaulting.

Sashar placed a hand on Li Yifei’s shoulder and continued, "However, my friend’s money needs to be paid imdiately. No excuses; otherwise, I’ll report you to the king."

The surrounding princes were also tongue-tied at this mont. If Li Yifei were just a powerful rcenary, that would be one thing, but he was the royal family’s benefactor, the one who had saved multiple princesses and princes and preserved the Dubai royal family’s dignity, so they couldn’t side against him to help the prince.

The prince didn’t care much, thinking even if he’s the king of rcenaries, how much could there possibly be on that card?

So, after a snort, the prince said, "Check how much is on this card, and I’ll pay you. That’ll stop the nagging."

Sashar chuckled and said, "Alright, get soone professional to verify the amount in the card." He then turned to Li Yifei, "Golden Eagle, I’m going to trouble you to verify it too."

"Of course, I worked hard to win this."

A professional ca over with a computer, logged into a website, and Li Yifei entered the account password. After several layers of verification, the amount in the bank card was finally displayed.

Sashar’s mouth gaped open, his eyes wide. When the number appeared, he began counting but couldn’t dare to state the final amount after several attempts. It seed as if his math teacher had died too early, causing his mathematical ability to be too weak to understand the numbers.

A few curious princes craned their necks to look at the screen, and their expressions quickly mirrored Sashar’s. They seed to have collectively acquired a mathematical deficiency, struggling to count beyond ten thousand.

The technician nearby almost went numb with shock, squinting several tis at the screen to ensure he wasn’t seeing things wrong. When he looked at Li Yifei again, his expression had already changed.

The prince waited for a long ti for soone to tell him the amount so he could settle it with Li Yifei. Given how things had progressed, the prince had already resigned himself to his fate, accepting he’d been naive once. Even if Li Yifei had a hundred million in his card, he’d pay it.

The prince had his suspicions that Sashar and Golden Eagle had conspired against him, but the likelihood was minimal; it seed Sashar had only just learned Li Yifei’s true identity.

Unable to bear the suspense, the prince strode over, saying, "How much exactly? Give

a figure so I can transfer the amount."

Sashar swallowed hard and reluctantly turned to his uncle, suddenly feeling a bit of sympathy for him. This ti they had really played big, and this amount... it was extraordinarily large. Even though he was a prince with control over many royal assets, the authority was in his hands, not real ownership.

Therefore, making such a hefty compensation would an the prince would probably have to tighten his belt, living frugally for many years to co.

The prince frowned, pushed a few princes aside, and leaned towards the screen. The first glance at the nurous zeros initially triggered a scoff, but taking a second look, his expression changed dramatically upon realizing the numbers displayed on the computer screen...

Units, tens, hundreds, thousands... No, he had counted wrong. The prince shook his head vigorously, squeezed his eyes shut, and then recounted from scratch.

At this mont, the royal family mbers seed to be collectively mathematically impaired. Those princes who had not crowded in, outside, had grown impatient, so shouting, "How much is it exactly? Such a simple calculation, can’t even divide by two?"

Of course, it could be calculated clearly. Even if the prince’s math was terrible, he could still count the zeros. In just three attempts, he understood the amount on the computer, then dividing by two, he arrived at the final amount he needed to compensate.

But... the figure was terrifyingly high, the prince’s face turned pale instantly, and his body trembled uncontrollably, a wave of dizziness hitting him.

Ten billion... and it’s in US Dollars, is this fucking gambling? This is just a scam, a joke on the honest ones. The Prince was so furious he almost passed out, but after staggering a bit, he didn’t.

Li Yifei calmly watched the Prince, while Sashar wiped the sweat off his forehead, glancing at his unfortunate uncle, he gave a wry smile. He thought he was wealthy, but compared to Golden Eagle, he was far from it.

Carrying a bank card with two billion US Dollars, how much of a tycoon do you have to be to pull that off?

Insane! It was rare for Sashar to describe soone like this, but he felt that Li Yifei, at this mont, was the real wealthy one.

His uncle was just unfortunate, having signed an agreent between both parties. He could try to back out, but the problem was the other party was Golden Eagle, the forr king of rcenaries, who could kill a group of terrorists alone back then, and recently, managed to take out dozens of Anchor Organization mbers by himself. Now, do you dare to default?

Are you not afraid that after defaulting, Li Yifei would find you and teach you a lesson? A hundred billion US dollars, what crazy things could be done with that?

How much does a battleship cost? The most advanced attacking nuclear submarine costs how much? How about the most advanced fighter jet?

Li Yifei casually put out such an amount, it was simply insane.

So of the surrounding princes were already clutching their chests. Two billion US Dollars, even those who usually call themselves tycoons couldn’t co up with that much, or even have that much. Top royal family mbers possess substantial wealth, but ordinary princes and princesses, so have only tens of thousands of Dirhams a month. Even soone like Sashar would only earn a few hundred thousand Dirhams monthly if he didn’t make money himself.

But two billion tis 3.6 is 7.2 billion Dirhams, how much is that?

A beast, who can fight and is so rich, if I had known, I would have beco a rcenary too. This was the shout in the heart of an impoverished prince.

The financial prowess Li Yifei instantly displayed made many princes speechless, let alone those rcenaries, whose eyes went dull upon hearing the amount. Most beco rcenaries for money, only a few are war enthusiasts who just want to fight.

Golden Eagle was the role model; he could earn such money, and these rcenaries felt their future was bright. They admired Li Yifei even more.

No one even had the greed to think of killing Li Yifei and rob him, because that was impossible, Golden Eagle in the past was an unbeaten legend. His sudden ergence today, single-handedly defeating dozens, further proved his strength. They never even thought to kill Li Yifei and rob him.

The Prince, clutching his heart, slumped into the chair, devoid of anger in his eyes. Now his gaze was empty; could the Prince co up with a hundred billion US dollars?

He could; his assets were enough, but if he did, he’d probably end up begging; maybe, as a part of the royal family, others wouldn’t let him beg and would make sure he lived, even not very poorly, but a billionaire suddenly becoming nearly asset-less, the ntal gap made the Prince feel life was hopeless just thinking about it.

Could he not pay? A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the Prince’s eyes. Just as he thought about ordering soone to shoot and kill Li Yifei, Li Yifei flicked his hand, launching several silver needles snatched from a rcenary, hitting the Prince’s confidants. The fast-moving steel needles penetrated their arms, so even piercing through their bodies, nailing into the walls and trees behind them.

Several clutched the barely visible wounds, crying out in pain, these injuries hurt more than large wounds.

The Prince’s eyelid twitched several tis; he suddenly understood that he posed no threat to Li Yifei.

So, eagerly looking at Sashar, the Prince, with a hoarse voice, said: "Sashar, could you tell your friend, the money... can it be given later? The amount is too large; I need ti to gather it."

Sashar wanted to nod after listening, but stopped, turning to look at Li Yifei.

He couldn’t make that decision, not now that Li Yifei was Golden Eagle, that infamous figure. Even if he were still Hawk, Sashar wouldn’t agree on behalf of Li Yifei.

Li Yifei nodded lightly, saying, "Okay."

"Phew..." The Prince breathed a sigh of relief, coughed a few tis, and said, "Thank you, I will try my best to gather the money for you."

Losing a hundred billion in one go, the Prince could essentially be elected as the most extravagant loser of the year, no exceptions. This was what so princes thought. Of course, they didn’t know about Koboto Kobayashi, the unfortunate guy, nor did they know he lost two billion US dollars in one go.

Thousands of kiloters away, in his sleep, Koboto Kobayashi sneezed a few tis, waking himself up. He rubbed his nose, turned over, and hugged the woman next to him, going back to sleep.