Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 28 Betting

   "Why do I feel that you are fooling around?" Colin was a little worried when he saw Verac's sloppy gestures.

   "What are you worrying about? Anyway, I'll return you three times the money, so you can make money no matter what." Verac raised his glass and touched Colin, "By the way, how much money did you bring?"

  Colin said: "Five thousand."

  In places like Laizein, money only refers to numbers, not specific currencies, because everyone uses gold grams. On the contrary, in the slums of Zward, everyone will explain later that it is silver and copper grams.

"Let's go on, you can lend me all the money. Whether you win or not tonight, I will give you 15,000." Verac is bound to win today's game, so he should raise the principal as much as possible. High, to obtain greater benefits.

   "Don't say three times, I'm satisfied if you can give me 10,000 in the end." Colin snorted.

   "Okay, then ten thousand." Verak took back five thousand gold grams in advance with a cheeky face.

  Colin took out a stack of banknotes with a denomination of one hundred gold grams from his pocket and threw them 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 went on stage and quickly cleaned up the scene.

   "The brutal beast Kiki, who has won 22 consecutive championships, has won his first victory today!" The commentator in charge of promoting the hot field roared.

  Everyone who pressed Kizzi for victory erupted in cheers.

   Kizzi enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded, and he paced back and forth in the ring to accept the applause.

"Now! The game continues! The second round of the match against Kiki is Lermontov from the Bash Empire, the land of ice and snow! He once single-handedly killed a whole team of policemen who were chasing him! It is called, the North Death!" The narrator used extremely exaggerated words to incite the emotions of the audience.

   Under his introduction, a bald man with a height of more than two meters and a thick body hair covered his body walked up. The brawny man was not used to being surrounded by crowds. He looked around vigilantly, stepped onto the boxing ring slowly, and looked at Kiki.

   Kizzi broke away from the rage, and his sharp eyes fell on Lermontov, quietly examining this difficult prey.

   Lermontov's will to confront Kizzi is not so strong, he is still looking around, as if looking for an escape route. It's a pity that more than a dozen bodyguards with live ammunition were placed around the boxing ring, so he had to give up the idea of ​​resistance.

"This round is interesting." Colin straightened his back, his eyes gleaming, "That dude is a whole circle bigger than Kiki, and he overturned a team of policemen by himself, he really deserves to follow folk customs. The man from the tough bash."

   "Waiter." Verak called out.

  The waiter beside Hou came over, leaned over and asked respectfully, "What help do you need?"

   "Mr. Colin beat Kizzi to win this game." 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 do you suppress in my name?" Colin was curious.

   "Since there is still one more round, why not earn more principal in advance?" Verak asked, "As for why you put pressure on your identity, of course I want to keep a low profile."

  Colin couldn't stand Veraker's confident look: "You're too stinky, how can you be sure that you can be sure? That Bash guy is obviously better than Kizzi this round."

   "Anyway, you will make money in the end, don't be afraid." Verak smiled nonchalantly.

   "That's right, why am I messing with you here." Colin put his arms around his chest, stopped talking, and focused on the upcoming second round of boxing.

After everyone bet on the field, the commentator announced the support rate of this round: "Kiqi's support rate in this round dropped to 0.57, and Lermontov, who made his debut, directly refreshed the approval rate of the last week Qi Wai's approval rating has reached 0.43!"

   "This round can be regarded as a bit of a gamble. Everyone is very optimistic about Lermontov." Verak had long forgotten the approval ratings of the two, and only remembered that the final winner of this round was Kizzi. Now the bets on both sides are almost equal, and in the end, excluding the 15% handling fee charged by the boxing ring, he can earn a small five thousand gold grams.

  After the principal was increased to about 10,000, in the situation where almost everyone was optimistic about Kiki, he did the opposite, and he could make a lot of money!

It's too fast to make money like this, but it's a pity that Verak only watched the boxing match this night with Colin, otherwise Lazerin's trip would not need to be so troublesome, and he could just harvest wealth in the boxing field every day, and he could slip away after ten days of work Live a life of abundance in other countries.

   While Verak was feeling emotional, the two sides in the boxing ring began to fight.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Lermontov lasted less than three rounds before he was kicked by Kizzi and broke his leg bone and lost his ability to move. Sample.

   Lermontov, who was clutching his head and curled up in a ball, kept begging for mercy, but Kizzi's eyes were already red, and the sound of begging made him even more excited.

   Those who put money on Lermontov yelled curses, while those who still insisted on Kizzi praised his bravery.

   "Is this Bash man so unstoppable?" Colin forgot that Kizzi's victory made them a fortune, and looked at the dying Lermontov in disbelief.

   "His combat experience is far less than that of Kizzi, and it can be seen from the moment he enters the arena that he is very resistant to this kind of desperate fight, and it is normal to lose in the end." Verak analyzed.

   "Why didn't your eyesight be so good before?" Colin said.

  Verak chuckled lightly: "Isn't this because I'm starting to be serious?"

  The blond man sitting next to them directly lost two thousand gold grams because he crushed Lermontov, and now his face is a bit ugly: "These lowly trash."

  Hearing this, Verak, who had a smile on his face, froze, and his joy was dispelled by the nobleman's contemptuous words.

   "Haha, Chris turned over this time." Colin talked excitedly with the blond man.

  Every audience here does not feel that the boxing arena is cruel. These desperadoes who were captured by the boxing boss from all over the world, the last purpose of their existence is to entertain them.

   Looking at the glamorous Veraker, he is actually the same as the boxers in the ring who end up dead.

  People like them who have no power and power are born as pawns for nobles and rich people.

  Verak couldn't help clenching his fists.

  He didn't allow himself to fall into the same situation as the boxers one day, and anyone who tried to play him like a **** would have to pay the price.

   "Lermontov, the much-anticipated Northern Death God, finally lost to Kiki! Could it be that Kiki will win five consecutive victories today! Let us wait and see!"

   Lermontov didn't last long before he was confirmed dead by the staff.

  The waiter quickly brought 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 twice as thick as before, and was in a happy mood.

   "The good show is yet to come." Verac looked cold, staring at the boxing ring with all his attention.

  (end of this chapter)