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Chapter 616 - 616 616 Arrogance Leads to Doom!

616: Chapter 616: Arrogance Leads to Doom!

Courting Death!

616: Chapter 616: Arrogance Leads to Doom!

Courting Death!

Chaos reigned!

A flash of murderous intent?

If Kun Qianxi were to join the fray, amidst the chaotic fighting, it would be the perfect opportunity to make a move.

Would he do it?

Wu Jie was somewhat impatient, and Tang Xiao was also filled with anticipation.

However…

After a few seconds, Kun Qianxi didn’t move at all.

He extended his right hand, fingers apart.

With a snap!

A bodyguard handed him a cigar and respectfully lit it for him.

Taking the cigar, he puffed away fiercely.

Kun Qianxi’s brows were furrowed as he fell deep into thought.

Four hundred million US dollars, just like that, gone!

Gone!

Add the one hundred million lost last night, that’s five hundred million US dollars!

Even as a drug lord with frighteningly profitable income, it obviously stung, causing much heartache.

At this time.

The computer system began to automatically divide the winnings.

Because the handicap was one goal, and the score was one to zero, the betting result was a draw.

As such.

The combined ninety-four billion US dollars bet on Wula-Gui to win and on betting for an upset victory by Iran were all confiscated.

Then, it was proportionally distributed among the sixteen VIPs who bet on a ‘draw’.

Unfortunately…

Wu Jie bet too little, only one hundred million US dollars, so he received less than three hundred million US dollars.

Now, including the principal and interest, along with the ‘hush money’ contributed by Meng Sihua and Nangong Yao in the accounts, he had five hundred million.

In contrast.

Among the sixteen people, those who bet more were laughing all the way to the bank, earning three to four hundred million!

The joy of winning money, the madness of losing it.

The Super Cruise Ship Brune sailed in international waters, as if cut off from the rest of the world.

Unbeknownst to the outside world, here a multitude of super-rich had completed the first round of extravagant betting.

In this feast of wealth, there were more losers than winners, so the atmosphere was particularly volatile.

Lots of live punching bags summoned to the scene were beaten up severely.

Screams of agony and wails were endless.

And yet, the rich who won were popping champagne and celebrating on the side.

Beaming with joy, they reveled in their sweet victory.

Some were beaten, some were furious, some were happy, some were depressed…

Within this grand betting hall, all sorts of emotions were visibly present.

…

In the midst of this tumultuous noise.

Wu Jie and Tang Xiao were undoubtedly the most composed.

They hadn’t planned on winning money, but now they had made a fortune.

But there was no joy, the scene wasn’t chaotic enough.

Kun Qianxi still sat as stable as Mount Tai, his demeanor neither sad nor happy, as if losing four hundred million only caused his heartache for a few seconds.

There was still a chance!

The second match was about to start soon.

The rich who came here tonight had already agreed that unless the three matches were finished, no one would leave.

Of course.

The first match had total bets amounting to over ten billion US dollars.

Some had made a killing, while others had lost woefully.

The winners, of course, wanted to win more; the losers wanted to recoup their losses.

And those who were previously entertaining themselves elsewhere, upon hearing the announcement aboard the ship, many more VIPs arrived.

Money moves people’s hearts!

In such an exciting feast of wealth, who wouldn’t want to take a chance?

Mere indulgence in food and fun is meaningless.

And so.

The crowd surged as more and more VIPs came pouring in.

Wu Jie suddenly noticed that Nangong Yao and Meng Sihua had also arrived.

Even Fang Guozhi, that shrewd Old Fox, seemed unable to resist and came to join the excitement.

From a distance, Fang Guozhi approached with a beaming smile to greet them.

When Kun Qianxi saw Fang Guozhi’s smiling face, he couldn’t help but curse irritably:

“I say, Old Fang, you really do light up at the sight of money, don’t you?”

“Isn’t it because you heard this old man lost another four hundred million US dollars that you also want to come win some money?”

Fang Guozhi chuckled and said:

“Hey now, look at what you’re saying.

This gambling thing, who can say for sure?”

“Besides, with so many people coming, I couldn’t really stay away, now could I?”

After bantering for a bit, Fang Guozhi turned to Wu Jie and his wife.

Before he could speak, Kun Qianxi said in annoyance:

“Don’t bother asking!

These two are really united as husband and wife, they’ve already won twice against me, making a small fortune of over four hundred million US dollars!”

“Damn!

Really?

That much?”

Fang Guozhi asked in astonishment.

Tang Xiao smiled slightly, “Just good luck.

There are still two matches; we might lose them!”

“How could you lose?” Wu Jie laughed.

“The next two games we’ll bet one hundred million US dollars each; even if we lose both, wouldn’t we still be up by more than two hundred million?”

Upon hearing this, Kun Qianxi’s mood soured instantly.

“Hey kid, don’t be a coward!

Thinking of quitting while you’re ahead?”

“I’ve lost five hundred million US dollars, and I haven’t chickened out yet.

Don’t you want to win more?”

Wu Jie replied with a smile, “Of course!

But in the next match, I really don’t know who to bet on, so I can only rely on luck!”

…

The second match was about to begin.

Given the large disparity in strength between Morocco and Iran,

Morocco is a strong African team.

The team has many players who play in top European clubs, competing in elite European leagues.

Like Benatia from Juventus, Graovac from Real Madrid, and Ali from Schalke 04…

In contrast, the Iranian team was akin to a team of commoners.

Furthermore, in the results of World Cup matches, the Asian teams are often at a disadvantage, losing all too frequently.

Therefore.

Kun Qianxi announced the betting rules, with the Moroccan team giving one goal.

This time around.

It was clear that many people bet on the Moroccan team again.

Because many believed that an Asian team coming out was simply weak!

It would be odd if they weren’t thrashed!

Of course.

Learning from the last game, quite a few people bet on a ‘draw,’ thinking it was likely to be a close one-nil victory.

But there were exceptions, with many still hoping for an upset.

Wu Jie was quite optimistic about the Iranian team, especially since they had reached the last thirty-two in the recent World Cups.

And the Morocco team hadn’t played for twenty years, their match experience was not on the same level.

Moreover, having too many big-name stars on the team wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Big-name players have big egos, and their teamwork might not even be as good as those of the regular players.

So…

Wu Jie bet one hundred million US dollars on the upset, figuring it wouldn’t be a pity even if he lost.

To everyone’s surprise…

Kun Qianxi had done the same as Wu Jie, apparently having lost five hundred million and wanting to recoup his losses.

Betting two hundred million US dollars on an upset, if he won, he would make back his money plus interest.

Even if he lost, it was within what he could psychologically bear.

After all, before the first match had even started, he had said he came to play with six hundred million that night, and losing it was within expectation.

In the final seconds before the match began, betting closed.

The chart was displayed.

Bets on Morocco to win and draws were almost equal, with amounts not small at all, nearly breaking a hundred billion US dollars.

Among them, Wu Jie saw Meng Sihua’s name.

He had bet on a ‘draw,’ obviously favoring a narrow victory for the Morocco team.

Seeing him and Nangong Yao whispering and discussing together, it was probably a joint bet.

After all, the minimum bet was a hundred million US dollars, and neither of them had that much in assets, they had to pool their money.

There weren’t many people bold enough to bet on Iran to win and go for the upset.

Kun Qianxi’s two hundred million bet on the upset made him the top name.

Others, including Wu Jie, all started at the minimum price of a hundred million US dollars.

What was unexpected was that they were all Middle Eastern tycoons.

Iran was also part of the Middle East, after all, it was close by!

Them supporting the Iran team was understandable, but they hadn’t bet too much, probably just hoping for a fluke.

If they won, they would earn a fortune; if they lost, it was “just” a hundred million US dollars, no big deal.

Many people were looking forward to the third match, the peak clash between Portugal and Spain.

With a whistle blow.

The match started.

The betting hall, filled with more people, became even more lively.

The stronger Morocco team truly lived up to expectations, showing their domination as the African powerhouse right from the start.

Just as many were pleased with this, the Iran team used their wealth of big match experience to firmly control the game.

This caught many off guard.

Had they misunderstood how the game was being played?

How could an Asian team also produce some fine teamwork?

Especially near the end of the first half, they got a clear chance at a goal, almost scoring an upset.

My goodness!

Was this rhythm meant to kill?

The rich who had bet on Morocco to win or draw were not few in number!

With the match tied at half-time, many became impatient during the break.

The big houses weren’t so grand, the strong teams not so strong.

It turned out you couldn’t tell the outcome of a soccer match by the value of the players!

With anxious emotions, many were on edge.

And the second half of the match finally brought them some relief.

Morocco launched many threatening attacks and had several chances to change the score.

However, the good times didn’t last long…

They were too inexperienced.

Iran suddenly made a substitution and adjusted their tactics.

This completely disrupted their offensive rhythm, and they began to be pushed back again.

Both sides went back and forth, and a match that seemed uneven in abilities was heading towards a draw.

As the match neared its end…

Many couldn’t bear to watch the big screen anymore, yet they were still hoping for a miracle.

One goal!

Just one goal, and those who bet on a draw would win money.

However…

The regular time of the match ended in a draw.

As injury time ticked away, it remained a draw.

If it ended this way, those who bet on Iran to win, including Kun Qianxi and Wu Jie, would make a fortune!

Just as the match was about to end, and it was nearly time to count down.

Boom!

The whole place erupted!

An own goal!

A player from the Morocco team, when heading a high ball…

Had actually made a clearance error and sent the ball into their own net.

That own goal instantly killed the game.

It was a complete upset!

Suddenly…

The entire betting hall erupted.

Winners Kun Qianxi and Wu Jie weren’t too excited because they were still in shock.

But those who had bet on Morocco to win or draw were going crazy.

Some threw bottles at the projector screens, others flipped tables and cursed.

Without guessing, it was known that those wearing Morocco team jerseys, the living punching bags, were in trouble.

And those like Meng Sihua and Nangong Yao, who had come to gamble thinking they could win a small amount, were dumbfounded.

They thought betting would be an easy way to make money.

But what happened?

They pooled their money to bet, hoping to earn, but ended up getting slaughtered like leeks.

They were dumbstruck.

A hundred million US dollars!

Gone just like that!

They just couldn’t accept it!

It was too hard to take!

But alas…

The match was over.

The money from the loss had already been allocated.

Suddenly!

Someone went crazy!

That person, of course, was Kun Qianxi.

Hitting the jackpot and winning big against all odds!

Kun Qianxi could hardly contain his joy.

He suddenly jumped onto the betting table, took off his trench coat, and waved it wildly.

He smoked a cigar vigorously while singing at the top of his lungs, all the while dancing and gyrating his hips.

He was the epitome of flamboyant, cocky arrogance.

Being so lost in celebration, with no caution or defense, wasn’t this courting death?

After staying up the majority of the night, he had finally waited for this moment.

A godsent opportunity!

Wu Jie certainly wouldn’t miss it…