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Chapter 619 - 619 619 Scheming!

619: Chapter 619: Scheming!

Extreme Madness!

619: Chapter 619: Scheming!

Extreme Madness!

Pfft!

Kun Qianxi spewed a mouthful of old blood.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his body was burning hot.

His deep yellow skin had turned unusually crimson.

It was as if he had been smeared with a layer of red lacquer, almost as if the blood was about to seep out from his skin.

The moment Kun Qianxi fell from the gambling table, the bodyguards quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

The atmosphere in the hall had been quite noisy up until then.

During tonight’s final match, everyone was frantically placing bets.

Just two minutes into the game, Cristiano Ronaldo had changed the score on the field.

Those who bet on the Portugal Team winning were naturally ecstatic, dancing and cheering for the victory.

Conversely, the rich folks who bet on the Spain Team were fuming, wishing they could teleport to the match and strangle him.

But…

No one lost their temper to the point of jumping up and vomiting blood like Kun Qianxi, nor did they fall down from the gambling table.

His fall and the vomiting of blood immediately turned the restless atmosphere at the scene into one of inexplicable humor.

“Wow!

Look everyone!

Kun Qianxi is so angry that he’s vomiting blood!

Haha!”

“OMG!

What’s happened to him?

Oh my God, someone quickly do something!

Just for a penalty, and already vomiting blood!”

“Kun Qianxi, why do this to yourself?

The match has just started, the Spain Team is strong, they can definitely turn it around and win!”

“All this redness…

what happened?

Have you been drinking, or are you on drugs?

Are you that agitated?”

“Forget watching the game, just go back, wash up, and sleep!

Your tens of billions of Gold Coins are definitely gone with the wind!”

…

In the midst of everyone’s mocking and laughter.

Kun Qianxi became even more furious.

He began to shout and scream in his local dialect, struggling free from the bodyguards’ hold.

He was not ill; he was just overly excited.

The pills that Wu Jie had given him weren’t going to finish him off that quickly.

He was at least expected to stay excited until the end of the match.

And the reason for vomiting blood…

It was from sheer rage!

Damn it!

The match had just started, and they were already awarded a penalty kick.

Was Cristiano Ronaldo’s penalty kick going to kick away his fifty-three billion Gold Coins?

Even if Kun Qianxi was the world’s leading merchant, even if earning money was easy for him…

Fifty-three billion Gold Coins wasn’t a small amount.

To say it didn’t hurt would be a lie.

At his most excited moment, he had faced the biggest blow.

How could he not vomit blood in anger?

As for his whole body turning red…

It was because he was so excited that his heart rate accelerated and blood flow was faster.

Plus, the effect of the medication caused an excessive amount of blood to enter the skin’s capillaries.

Some people turn red when they drink alcohol, and the same principle applies.

It’s just not as terrifying as Kun Qianxi’s entire body turning red.

“Get lost!

All of you, get the hell away from me!”

“Move aside!

All of you, move aside!”

Kun Qianxi, like a madman, pushed and kicked the bodyguards away and climbed back onto the gambling table.

“Score a goal!

Come on!

Your mother’s…”

“Spain!

Matadors!

Come on!”

…

Kun Qianxi, with a red face and a thick neck, kept howling and roaring.

Not far away.

Tang Xiao watched Kun Qianxi with a silent, cold smirk, witnessing his ultimate madness before his impending death.

Thinking about those like Xu Changshan and Yuan Shikui, who had been tormented by illness, longing for life yet unable to die.

Tang Xiao believed that even if Wu Jie didn’t use the ‘stamps’ Fang Guozhi had given him, he could still use peculiar drugs to make Kun Qianxi die miserably.

Of course.

The fact that Kun Qianxi didn’t quickly fall ill and die on the spot proved that Wu Jie was doing it intentionally.

Perhaps, he could only live until the end of the match and wouldn’t see tomorrow’s sunrise.

Meanwhile.

To one side, Wu Jie, instead of looking at Kun Qianxi’s mad bellowing, was observing the surroundings.

There were many high rollers betting on the game, and each one of them was extremely agitated, restlessly watching the match.

Having bet too much, each was on tenterhooks, who the hell could remain calm and seated during the game?

Of course not.

They were all standing, craning their necks and widening their eyes, terrified of missing any detail.

Still…

The match was incredibly exciting, and while the VIPs were all deeply focused, some were not.

In the dining area.

After each match, there were always some rich men who would go berserk from losing, smashing everything into smithereens.

The staff cleaned up the mess and replaced everything with fresh food and drinks; this should have been a routine task.

But what surprised Wu Jie was…

Why were there so many people from Yincheng?

Could it be that tonight, all the other waitstaff from different nationalities were collectively on leave?

And moreover.

The service staff seem to be particularly dragging their feet, their efficiency is quite slow!

Wanting to watch the game?

Then you should be glued to the big screen.

Those sharp and keen eyes continuously scanned the crowd of VIPs, but why?

Is it like a hunter searching for prey before the hunt?

There’s an evil omen when things are abnormal!

The overly attentive Martial Artist beauty, Muto Sami, who came out of nowhere…

The numerous Yincheng service staff who strangely appeared here…

Wu Jie felt that the outcome of this life-and-death match, involving too much money, would doubtlessly lead to utter chaos regardless of the result.

So…

These Yincheng people with ulterior motives would then find the perfect opportunity to strike.

Who would be their target?

Kidnap the one who wins the most money?

Although he couldn’t figure it out for the time being, Wu Jie was already on alert.

He wrapped his arm tightly around Tang Xiao’s slim waist, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered a couple of reminders.

Tang Xiao nodded slightly, but instead of looking around immediately, she observed with the corners of her eyes.

At this moment.

The situation on the field suddenly took a dramatic turn.

The Spain Team, which excels at possession play, kept passing the ball back and forth, exhausting the Portugal Team players.

Then came a sudden, precise through ball.

Costa, the central player, met the ball with a fierce shot, and the ball lodged itself in the net on cue.

The score was rewritten in an instant to one-one.

At this point.

Kun Qianxi, who was already quite emotional, resumed his singing and dancing.

He was outrageously flamboyant, wild to the core.

Like him, the tycoons who had bet heavily on the Spain Team rekindled their hopes and cheered wildly.

And on the field, after the Spain Team equalized the score, the morale skyrocketed.

Bang!!

Another explosive shot.

The ball actually hit the crossbar, bounced on the ground, and came so very close to crossing the line.

At once.

A series of exclamations and sighs arose around.

Many people complained that it would have been nice if it had gone in.

Kun Qianxi suddenly stopped his singing and dancing, standing there dazed as if frozen, watched the replay of the match, and then started jumping with frustration.

“Why!

Why couldn’t the angle just be tilted a little more?

Almost two-one there!”

However…

What good does it do for the viewers to roar?

The one-to-one score continued to stand.

If the tie holds until the end of the match, then Wu Jie would become the biggest winner of them all.

But many people didn’t believe it would end in a tie, because the offensive from both sides was too fierce; indeed, these were world-class strong teams.

The extremely exciting offensive showdown made time seem to fly by.

Unknowingly, the first half of the match was about to end.

However…

An unexpected scene occurred.

Portugal Team’s seemingly careless pass in the frontcourt allowed Cristiano Ronaldo, with his sharp instincts, to suddenly rush forward and unleash a powerful shot.

This shot initially didn’t seem threatening, too straightforward.

But what was the result?

De Gea actually fumbled the ball!

Freaking hell!

The score was instantly rewritten, two-one!

With Portugal Team leading again and Cristiano Ronaldo celebrating his second goal with authority.

The viewers like Kun Qianxi were indeed about to explode in collective fury.

Anger!

Rage!

Screaming!

Led by Kun Qianxi, many of the tycoons who had bet on the Spain Team were cursing loudly.

Cristiano Ronaldo again.

As a super football star, his personal ability was just too strong.

He felt like a King leading a bunch of bronzes in a clash against other Kings.

In the midst of the commotion, the first half came to an end.

Halftime.

The vast betting hall turned into a marketplace in an instant.

Those who bet on the Portugal Team to win were all smiles, already celebrating with champagne.

No way around it!

Who made Cristiano Ronaldo so powerful?

While Kun Qianxi was so angry he seemed almost crazed, pacing back and forth at the table.

Suddenly, he stopped, pointed down at Wu Jie and Tang Xiao from his high perch.

“Don’t get too excited!

The match isn’t over yet!!”

“Even if the Portugal Team wins, you’re going to lose money, since you bet on a tie!”

“How could two such strong teams possibly draw?

Dream on if you think you can win against me!”

“And you, Fang!

Didn’t expect you, you old bastard, to be hiding your wealth, having plenty of money indeed!”

“Not betting on the Portugal Team to win, but instead following this kid’s random bets, you just wait to lose it all!”

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