護花近衛 - 第1039章 李拳師要搶人 - 清風書屋

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Chapter 1039 — Instructor Li Wants to Snatch a Girl: Until He Went Down, His Only Thought Was to Attack and Attack Again — Kill the Stocky Man, and the Three Hundred Thousand Would Be His!

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Although Yang Maoling was a shade fiercer than the previous two opponents as far as the stocky man was concerned, to him — a quasi-Yellow-Rank external cultivator — he was nothing at all! Dr. Yin's drugs were potent, true, but the trials were still in their early stages; he had yet to breed death-warriors who could stand against cultivators. These men were more than enough to handle ordinary people, but before a cultivator they held no advantage!

Red Dragon had found this fight a little rough going, a little hard, and he had taken several times as many punches as in the previous two bouts — yet he was not really hurt! He was an external cultivator; his body was monstrously tough to begin with, and though Yang Maoling had decent strength, he never once landed a blow on Red Dragon's vital points. So Red Dragon, unscathed, raised both hands to greet the victory of his third straight title!

The cheers below the stage rose and fell in waves; these were the men who had bet on Red Dragon to win, and Red Dragon had won again!

"Boss Li, how much did you put down today?" a plump, pale-faced boss asked another boss beside him.

"Not much, heh heh — five million!" Though the man said it was not much, he could not quite hide his smugness.

"Then you'll be taking back ten million just like that! Congratulations, congratulations!" the plump boss said enviously. "I only bet three hundred thousand! If this Red Dragon fights again tomorrow, I'm definitely putting down five million... no, ten million!"

"Oh? Aren't you afraid of losing all ten million?" the winning boss asked hesitantly.

"Losing it? How could I? Red Dragon is that ferocious — as long as he steps into the ring, I dare to bet!" The plump boss gritted his teeth. "Look at today. Red Dragon's opponents were no weaklings; it's just that Red Dragon is too strong!"

"Hmm... true enough. But what if the arena fixes the fights — what if they make Red Dragon lose on purpose?" the winning boss said, a little worried.

"Lose on purpose? How could they!" The plump boss was scornful. "You've watched plenty of fights yourself. Show me one that wasn't a fight to the death. Which one didn't leave a man dead? The winner is always the one who beats his enemy to death — how could that be faked? Unless Red Dragon is a fool, with strength like that, to conspire with the arena to throw a fight — and the key is, after throwing it he'd get nothing out of it. The man's dead. What use is any amount of profit to a dead man?"

"True!" The winning boss nodded as well. "Then I'll put down more tomorrow too. But I want to see how many fights Red Dragon has tomorrow. If it's three again, I'll bet on the later ones and watch how the first ones go before I decide!"

"Heh heh, you really are a sly one!" the plump boss said. "I'm not waiting to see anything. I'll bet straight off. That way, if he really does fight all three, and I throw ten million down, interest rolling on interest, by the last fight I'd rake in eighty million! Wahaha, eighty million! I could buy myself a yacht, marry a few more concubines — that's just too good!"

"Heh heh, I won't bet the first fight, but I'll bet the later ones. I'm planning to put down a hundred million!" The winning boss had made up his mind too. Sometimes it is like that: when you are wavering, having a like-minded man beside you egging you on makes you reach a bold decision fast.

"Hmph, then I'll put down twenty million! That's my entire fortune!" the plump boss said, refusing to be outdone.

In fact, in the spectator seats of the underground arena, conversations like this were everywhere — all of them men excited over today's winnings, all of them discussing how they would keep betting tomorrow.

Of course, among those in the stands there were also some of An Liwen's eyes and ears. Their job was to shape the wind, to stir up the bettors in the seats, to steer public opinion...

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