"Why do I think you are being confused?" Colin felt a little worried when he saw that Verak was acting carelessly.
"What are you worrying about? Anyway, if you lose three times the money I gave you back, you can still make money no matter what." Verak raised his glass and clinked it with Colin, "By the way, how much money did you bring?"
Colin said: "Five thousand."
In places like Lezein, money only refers to numbers, not specific currencies, because everyone uses gold grams. On the contrary, in the Tswold slums, people will explain later that they are silver grams and copper grams.
"Let's do this, just lend me all the money. No matter whether you win or not tonight, I will give you fifteen thousand." Verak is determined to win today's game, so he must raise his stake as much as possible.
High, get greater profits.
"Don't say three times. I'll be satisfied if you can give me ten thousand in the end." Colin sneered.
"Okay, then ten thousand." Verak shamelessly took back five thousand gold grams in advance.
Colin took out a stack of banknotes with a face value of one hundred gold grams from his pocket and threw it on the table: "I'm waiting for you to cry."
Verak looked at the wad of money and moved his eyes to the audience.
After Kizzi brutally killed his opponent, the staff quickly cleaned up the scene.
"The brutal beast Kiki, who has won 22 consecutive championships, won his first victory today!" the commentator in charge of the warm-up session roared.
All those who pressed for victory burst into cheers.
Kizzi enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded. He paced back and forth in the boxing ring to accept the applause.
"Now! The game continues! In the second round, Kiki will face Lermontov from the Bash Empire, the land of ice and snow! He once single-handedly killed an entire team of policemen who were chasing him! It is called the North
Death!" The narrator used extremely exaggerated words to incite the audience's emotions.
Under his introduction, a bald man over two meters tall and covered with thick body hair walked up. The strong man was not used to being surrounded by people. He looked around warily and slowly stepped onto the boxing ring.
, looking at Qiqi.
Kizzi broke away from the rage, his sharp eyes fell on Lermontov, and he quietly examined this difficult prey.
Lermontov's willingness to confront Kizzi was not that strong. He was still looking around, as if looking for an escape route. Unfortunately, there were more than a dozen bodyguards with live ammunition placed around the boxing ring, so he had to give up the idea of resisting.
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"This game is interesting." Colin straightened his back and his eyes flashed, "That guy is a lot bigger than Kiki, and he defeated a group of policemen by himself. He really deserves to be from the folk customs."
A man from the mighty Bash."
"Waiter." Verak called.
The waiter standing by came over, leaned over and asked respectfully: "What help do you need?"
"Mr. Colin wins this game over Kiki." Verak picked up the five thousand gold grams on the table and handed it to the waiter.
"Okay." The waiter took the money and left.
"Eh? Aren't you going to suppress the next round? And why are you suppressing in my name?" Colin was very curious.
"Since there is still one round, why not earn more principal in advance?" Verak asked, "As for why I use your identity to pressure you, of course I want to keep a low profile."
Colin couldn't stand Verak's confident look: "You're such a bastard, how can you be sure you can hit it accurately? That Bash man is obviously better than Kizzi this round."
"You will make money in the end anyway, don't be afraid." Verak smiled nonchalantly.
"That's right, why should I bother you here?" Colin crossed his arms across his chest, stopped talking, and focused on the second round of the boxing match that was about to begin.
After everyone on the field had placed their bets, the commentator announced the support rate for this round: "This round Kiki's support rate has dropped to 0.57, and Lermontov, who made his debut, directly refreshed the previous week's support rate except for Kiki.
Qi Wai’s approval rating record has reached 0.43!”
"This round can be considered a bit of a bet. Everyone is very optimistic about Lermontov." Verak has long forgotten the support rates of the two, only remembering that the final winner of this round is Kizzi. Now the bets between the two sides are almost
It's even, and in the end, excluding the 15% handling fee charged by the boxing ring, I can earn a small five thousand gold grams.
After the principal is increased to about 10,000, when almost everyone is optimistic about Kiki, he does the opposite and makes a huge profit!
It's so fast to make money this way. It's a pity that Verak only followed Colin to watch this night's boxing match. Otherwise, Lazerin's trip wouldn't have been so troublesome. He could just harvest wealth in the boxing ring every day, and he could slip away after working for ten days.
Live a prosperous life in other countries.
While Verak was feeling emotional, the two sides started fighting in the boxing ring.
To everyone's expectation, Lermontov only lasted less than three rounds before being kicked by Kizzi, breaking his leg bones and losing the ability to move. Afterwards, he was directly used as a sandbag and punched and kicked until he was beaten like a human.
Sample.
Lermontov, who was covering his head and huddled up in a ball, kept begging for mercy, but Kizzi was already furious, and his begging for mercy made him even more excited.
Those who put money on Lermontov cursed loudly, while those who still insisted on putting money on Kiki loudly praised his bravery.
"This Bash man can't help but fight?" Colin had forgotten that Kizzi's victory had made them a huge profit, and looked at the dying Lermontov in disbelief.
"His fighting experience is far less than Kiki's, and it can be seen from the moment he entered the scene that he is very resistant to this kind of life-and-death struggle, and it is normal for him to lose in the end." Verak analyzed.
"Why didn't you have such good taste before?" Colin asked.
Verak chuckled: "Isn't this when I start to get serious?"
The blond man sitting next to them lost two thousand gold grams directly because he suppressed Lermontov, and now his face looked a little ugly: "These lowly trash."
Upon hearing this, Verak, who originally had a smile on his face, froze, and his joy was washed away by the noble's contemptuous words.
"Haha, Chris has turned around this time." Colin talked to the blond man excitedly.
Every audience here does not think that the boxing ring is cruel. The last purpose of existence for these desperadoes captured by the boxing ring boss from all over the world is to provide them with entertainment.
The glamorous Verak looks like the boxers who end up dead in the boxing ring.
They, the powerless people, were born into the aristocracy, and they were pawns that the rich could easily pick and move.
Verak couldn't help but clenched his fists.
He does not allow himself to one day be reduced to the same situation as the boxers, and anyone who tries to play him like a chess piece will have to pay the price.
"The much-anticipated Northern God of Death Lermontov finally lost to Kizzi! Could it be that Kizzi will win five consecutive games today! Let's wait and see!"
Lermontov didn't last long before he was confirmed dead by the staff.
The waiter quickly brought the money for Verak. The principal plus the winnings in the second round totaled 9,845 gold grams.
"It's not easy." Colin looked at the money that was almost twice as rich as before, feeling happy.
"The fun is yet to come." Verak looked cold and stared at the boxing ring with all his concentration.