Chapter 1007 — Earning Recognition
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"Gah! Gah!" Watching Black Bear's victory, An Liwen burst into loud laughter. "Not bad at all — he actually won! This Black Bear is something, he's got potential. Next time we can dress him in a new skin and keep him as our hidden trump card!"
"Young Master Wen, this Black Bear can only be used once," Dr. Yin said with a smile and a shake of his head.
"Oh? And why is that?" An Liwen was startled.
"He has held out this long purely on the drug's potency. The moment it wears off, he's a dead man — most of the organs inside him have been smashed to pulp. There is no chance of him living," Dr. Yin said.
"I see... What a waste, then." A flicker of something like pity crossed An Liwen's face. "Ah, what a tragedy."
"Young Master Wen, you are a man meant for great things. One or two deaths — what is there to pity in that? Do not grieve over it," Little Mule consoled him carefully. He was a subordinate the Fire Wolf Gang had sent to assist An Liwen — and in truth, the man who would be shoved forward to take the blame if anything went wrong.
Only, the Fire Wolf Gang did things generously: Little Mule's family had already been taken care of, leaving him with no worries behind him.
"Who says I pity him?" An Liwen rolled his eyes and waved a hand. "What pains me is the organs in his body — smashed to bits! That's another million or so gone!"
"..." Little Mule's face twitched twice. This Young Master Wen was truly ruthless — so it was the ruined organs inside Black Bear that he regretted, because they could no longer be sold for money...
"Hurry, get someone to carry Purple Wolf and Black Bear off and see what organs in them are still intact. Cut them out and sell them — that's a nice bit of extra income!" An Liwen waved Little Mule away.
"Yes, sir!" Little Mule nodded and hurried off to see it done.
An Liwen was a bold and ruthless man. Though he ran an underground fight pit, he had stumbled onto yet another road to riches: cutting out and selling the organs of fighters killed in the ring! In the past An Liwen had sold only kidneys, but now he took the whole set — corneas, kidneys, heart, and the rest. Anything that could fetch money was cut out and sold, and the leftover corpse was tossed straight into his crocodile pond to be digested.
So from a single night of fights, what An Liwen gained was far more than the fights themselves — and that was precisely why the Fire Wolf Gang valued him! He had slipped up once before, but the Fire Wolf Gang was not afraid. It had men to spare; scapegoats were easy to find. So long as you had the ability and could bring in money, that was enough!
Some of the fighters in An Liwen's underground pit were professional pit-fighters he had recruited off the internet; others were drifters, security guards, migrant workers and the like, lured in by the promise of big money — told that a single match could earn them a hundred thousand, win or lose, a guaranteed hundred thousand, with another hundred thousand in bonus if they won. And so the men came pouring in without end.
Men of this sort had one advantage: their whereabouts were never fixed. Many security guards were temp workers, on the job today and gone tomorrow, quick to move on. The same went for migrant workers — lose one or two, and no one would ever notice.
And the small-time thugs even more so. Many of them were already preparing to skip town over some petty crime, so when one of them suddenly vanished, even his own companions could not say whether he had run off because of trouble.
Of course, even if they knew, it hardly mattered. If anyone actually came looking for An Liwen, he could simply say that the man had made his money in the ring and gone off to some other city to enjoy life.