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The middle-aged man kept pestering me and begging me for a long time.

"I beg you, lend me some money! In the next game, I will bet with you, and I will choose whichever side you choose."

"After you win, not only will I return your capital, but I will also give you half of the rest!"

I looked at him calmly: "How can you be sure that I will win the next game?"

"You are so lucky! You will definitely win!" The middle-aged man affirmed, "Please, brother, help me!"

"I finally fooled them and told them that they had another chance to make money. If you don't help me, I will be beaten to death by them."

I looked at him.

"What is your greatest wish in life?"

"Ah?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but he still subconsciously replied: "Of course it's about winning money, the more the better."

"Okay, I'll help you. I'll lend you half of the money in this box!" I readily agreed.

"Half!" The middle-aged man could hardly believe his ears, "Old, brother, you, are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding. I don't even have to split the money I won with you." I said seriously.

"This? There is such a good thing?" The middle-aged man was surprised and unbelievable.

"Of course, do you dare to bet?"

"Bet! There is such a good thing that can bring huge profits, why not bet!" The middle-aged man didn't even think about it.

I shook my head.

If people like him don’t lose, who will lose?

"However, I have conditions." I said slowly.

"I agree to any conditions, brother, no, you are my eldest brother now. Please tell me, eldest brother, you can do whatever you want me to do!"

The middle-aged man nodded and bowed, very humble, like a pug.

I felt funny and contemptuous at the same time.

"First, I keep the money myself. When I place the bet, I will add your name."

The middle-aged man nodded.

"How long is halftime?"

"About half an hour or so."

"Okay." I took out a wad of bills from the box, "Second, you go help me find a private room where I can rest, and call the most experienced bikini girl."

"The remaining money is yours."

"Okay, don't worry, brother, I'll do it for you right away!"

The middle-aged man greedily took the money and immediately did as I asked.

Not long after, he came back happily.

"Brother, please come this way."

Under his guidance, I went to a private room behind the auditorium.

In the private room, the sexy bikini girl has already poured the wine.

"When the game starts, remember to call me."

"Brother, don't worry, you take your time and play, I'll go out first."

The middle-aged man closed the door wisely.

In the ambiguous small private room, the bikini girl stood up neatly, with a professional and enthusiastic smile on her heavily made-up face.

"Hello, sir, I am No. 7. How do you want to play?"

"sit!"

I took out a wad of bills from my suitcase and threw it on the wine table.

Girl No. 7’s eyes suddenly lit up.

"Sir, you are so generous, I will make sure you have a night you will never forget!"

Girl No. 7 stuffed the money into the small clothes on her chest, twisted her waist and leaned towards me.

"stop!"

"What to do, listen to me."

I said seriously.

"Okay, sir, you can train me however you want."

"Let me ask you a few questions." I frowned and interrupted the girl, "What is your purpose of working here?"

"Purpose?" Girl No. 7 was stunned, then smiled frivolously, "What else could it be, of course it's money."

"Very good, I can give you a chance to make a fortune." I nodded.

"Get rich?" Girl No. 7 looked at me doubtfully.

"I just need to provide some small information." I took out two more stacks of bills from the box, but didn't put them on the table immediately.

"Sir, we can't do anything about leaking secrets. The boss will beat me to death." Girl No. 7's smile faded and she said warily.

"It's not a leak, I just want to know what boxer number will be in the next match."

"This news isn't worth spending so much money on, right? The competition will start soon, won't you know by then?" The girl was even more confused.

"So, this is not a leak. You can take the money with confidence." I threw two stacks of bills on the table.

Girl No. 7 did not take the money immediately this time.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, sir, what else do you want me to do for you?"

"I like to deal with smart people the most." I smiled and snapped my fingers, "I want to meet the boxer in the next match."

"This is not okay!" Girl No. 7 widened her eyes and waved her hands repeatedly, "Before the competition, the boxers are watched by dedicated personnel, and outsiders are not allowed to meet."

Snapped!

I threw three stacks of bills on the table again.

"It's not difficult for you to find a set of employee clothes, right?"

Girl No. 7 stared at the five stacks of bills on the table, her heart beating.

"You only have five minutes," she whispered.

"enough!"

"Okay, I'll go find some clothes right now."

Girl No. 7 reached for the money, but I held it down.

"The money will be yours only after you get the clothes back."

"Understood." Girl No. 7 reluctantly ran her fingers over the banknotes, smiled sweetly at me, and hurriedly left the private room.

Five minutes later, he came over with a set of security clothing.

"Sir, I've made an agreement with the guard over there, hurry up."

I quickly put on my security uniform.

"Let's go."

Girl No. 7 took the money on the table and looked at me strangely.

"Sir, where is your cash box?"

"Hidden."

I smiled mysteriously.

Follow girl No. 7 quickly out of the private room, through the two corridors, and into the back of the arena.

There are all kinds of staff in a large room, which is very noisy.

In the corridor, I would meet acquaintances of Girl No. 7 from time to time.

Girl No. 7 responded with a smile, gradually avoiding everyone, and led me to the depths of the back.

"The two rooms over here are closed to the boxers who will compete next time."

"The door is locked. You can't go in. You can only watch from the outside. Do you understand?"

No. 7 warned carefully, looking around nervously from time to time.

"clear."

"There are only five minutes. Once the time is up, the guard will come back. If you can't come out on time, I can't help you."

"Don't worry, I understand."

I walked in.

The lower half of the two doors are made of thick iron sheets, and the upper half is made of bars, like a prison cell.

Even if you can't enter, you can still communicate with the people inside.

The dim light is on.

It's quiet and dark here, as if it's a completely different world from the noisy arena.

I came to the door of the first room.

Looking through the fence.

It was the back of a strong man, sitting on a chair, shirtless, injecting himself with some kind of liquid with a needle.

Hormone pills?

I had a guess in my mind.

After a few glances, I quietly came to the next door.

Sitting on the chair was a man covered in blood.

His hands and abdomen were covered with gauze, and his slightly long unkempt hair covered most of his face, making him look silent and weak.

No 4.

Sure enough, it’s No. 4!