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!

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 Jianwen's eyes and ears. Their job was to shape the wind, to stir up the bettors in the seats, to steer public opinion...

Only today there was no need for these ears to sing anyone's praises — everyone had already agreed that tomorrow they would bet on Red Dragon to win!

Seeing this, An Jianwen was quite satisfied. He had lost a good deal of money today, but tomorrow that money could be earned back tenfold, a hundredfold!

"Instructor Li, I'll be counting on you tomorrow!" An Jianwen said to Instructor Li. "If we win tomorrow, the money we take in will be an astronomical sum!"

"Young Master Wen is too polite. We all serve the Fire Wolf Gang — what is there to be counted on for?" Instructor Li waved a great hand dismissively. "Still, Li has one request. Could Young Master Wen have Little Mule do me a favor?"

"Oh? What request? Speak freely, Instructor Li!" An Jianwen asked at once.

"It's like this — Li has taken a fancy to a little girl..." Instructor Li said with a laugh.

"Haha, food and sex are human nature. No problem. Since Instructor Li has taken a fancy to her, I'll have Little Mule bring her to you!" Hearing it was such a trifle, An Jianwen waved his hand carelessly and agreed.

"Young Master Wen, this girl is a decent girl from a good family. If we take her by force, I'm afraid there will be trouble!" Instructor Li was no fool — if she could simply be snatched, he would have snatched her himself; why would he need Little Mule?

"Oh?" An Jianwen was taken aback. "What trouble? Does she have connections?"

"Connections? None," Instructor Li said, shaking his head.

"If she has no connections, then what is there to worry about?" An Jianwen said, puzzled. "It's not the first or second time we've gone to grab someone. How many people have we taken by now? And there's never been any trouble, has there?"

"This one is different!" Instructor Li shook his head. "Young Master Wen, this girl is being taken for me to enjoy. Before I've had my fill of her, naturally I can't have her killed! And she's a girl with real flavor — I plan to keep her by my side long-term as a concubine. What I fear is that if she slips away, and then talks about our underground arena, we'll be in trouble!"

"Hmm, true enough!" An Jianwen nodded. "Then let's crush her with money."

"Young Master Wen, what I have in mind is this: have Little Mule lure the girl's father here, to gamble at our underground arena, let him run up a mountain of debt he can't repay, and then, with no way out, we make him offer his daughter to me of his own accord! That way the girl comes willingly, and naturally she won't run off either!" Instructor Li said.

"Ha, Instructor Li, you're a devious one — just like me!" Hearing Instructor Li's scheme, An Jianwen cackled. He had thought before of waiting until Gu Pengzhan was driven into a corner and then taking advantage of his plight, and this Instructor Li's idea was exactly the same as his own!

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