Chapter 1037 — The Underground Boxing Ring's Scheme
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Don't want to die?" Little Mule paused as if in thought, and put on a great show of consideration. "Then wait here. I'll go ask the boss."
"Yes, yes!" How would Yang Maoling dare to be slow? He nodded and agreed in a fluster.
In truth, Little Mule only stepped out the door, turned around, and came back. This was nothing that needed discussing — it had all been planned in advance! Even the earlier live feed of the match had been shown to Yang Maoling on purpose, all to frighten him, to make him take the bait! Otherwise, if they really wanted to send Yang Maoling into the ring to be beaten to death, there would have been no need to show him any of that — they could simply have told him to get ready and go up!
"The boss says he can guarantee you a win, but of the five hundred thousand you're owed, he can only give you three hundred thousand. Do you have any objection?" Little Mule asked, back in the room.
"Fine, fine!" When Yang Maoling heard that he would not only be guaranteed a win but would still get three hundred thousand, it seemed the greatest stroke of luck in the world! His bottom line had only ever been to stay alive; as far as he was concerned, they could have given him nothing at all. This three hundred thousand felt like a windfall!
"Before you go up there, I'll give you an injection. It's similar to the Strength Pills from before—it'll give you an incomparably ferocious, superhuman strength for thirty minutes!" Little Mule said. "But you have to kill your opponent within those thirty minutes! Otherwise, once the thirty minutes are up, you're on your own!"
"That... are the Strength Pills really that good?" Yang Maoling was half convinced and half doubtful, afraid that Little Mule had just cooked up some random drug to trick him into the ring.
"Why would I bother lying to you? This dose is expensive. If the boss didn't think that stocky brute had already won two matches and the betting on the third was getting out of hand—that if he won again, the boss would lose a fortune—do you think you'd get a drug this pricey?" Little Mule snorted with some disdain. "After deducting your two hundred thousand, it still wouldn't cover the cost of this vial!"
"So that's how it is! Heh heh, I understand now!" The moment Yang Maoling heard Little Mule's explanation, confidence surged through him!
What Little Mule said was true enough. Aside from the fights themselves, the boss also ran the books on the betting at this underground arena. As things stood, the stocky brute had won two in a row, and the stakes on the third match were bound to hit a peak! No one, surely, would put money on a long shot like Yang Maoling—they'd all back the stocky brute!
In that case, if the stocky brute won again, the boss of the underground arena would be looking at a massive loss!
At that thought, a quiet wariness stirred in Yang Maoling's heart. He made up his mind: once this fight was over, he would take the money and go, and never enter a match like this again—not even with the Strength Pill!
Otherwise, the more he won and the more money rode on him, the more the arena boss would find some way to wipe him out!
The stocky brute seemed to have expended no stamina at all; the previous two matches had been mere warm-ups. He stood on the ring radiating dominance, looking with contempt at Yang Maoling, whose hair was dyed green!