Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 281: 100 Times the Odds

Chapter 281: Chapter 281: 100 Times the Odds

"Heh."

Like a hunting wildcat, Li Feng’s skeleton made a shifting noise as his body eerily side-stepped at the moment of impact. He caught the Tyrant’s arm in a backhand grip and spun mid-air like a rubber band, completing half a rotation.

He flew up into the air, his knees clamping around the Tyrant’s head, and then he spun 360 degrees like a bottle opener.

Crack!

No matter how strong a person is, the neck is always a weak spot.

The Tyrant was no exception.

Li Feng landed perfectly from his backflip, his posture comparable to that of a gymnast, while the Tyrant behind him had his head twisted to his back, standing erect in the arena.

"I warned you, don’t mess with me."

"Why can’t you understand Yan Country’s language."

Li Feng mourned for his opponent; why didn’t he learn another foreign language? Knowing a foreign language is really important.

"The Tyrant... The Tyrant is dead."

The host stuttered, looking at the Tyrant whose head was twisted to the back. Even a fool could tell the man was dead.

The boxing ring fell silent all around, the entire audience dumbstruck.

"I’m not seeing things, right?"

A bespectacled man took off his glasses, breathed on them, wiped them, and put them back on only to see that the Tyrant’s head was still behind his back.

"I bet five million on the Tyrant."

"I bet eight million."

"Ha, ha, ha, I actually hit the jackpot!" A young master who had bet on Li Feng to win the long shot laughed hysterically.

"How much did you bet?"

The young master burst into tears upon hearing this: "A thousand bucks. How was I supposed to know this guy would really win."

"What’s the deal with this guy, could he be a plant by the house to slaughter our money?"

"Damn, now that you mention it, it makes sense. That match earlier wasn’t an accident either, looking at his skills, the ’Blood Disciple’ from the last match probably didn’t die from a fall, it was this guy who punched him to death. The house is so dark."

Up in the second-floor private boxes.

Kang Lan also stood up abruptly, deeply inhaling a cold breath as he watched the Tyrant collapse thunderously inside the cage.

Beside him, Heizi was stunned. Was this guy some kind of freak?

Heizi had gone to great lengths to lure Li Feng to the boxing ring, hoping to use the boxers here to kill Li Feng, a classic case of killing someone with a borrowed knife.

He had come to the boxing ring himself and witnessed the boxers’ bloody ferocity. Moreover, these boxers were different from the thugs around him; they had all seen blood on their hands.

He never imagined that the opponent would kill the Tyrant, who had won nineteen consecutive matches and was known as the underground boxing king.

Was this even human?

"Young Master Lan, we must not let this man leave here."

Heizi clenched his teeth fiercely, trembling. If he let him walk out of here, then he would certainly be dead. Thinking about what he had done before, Heizi actually felt a bit of regret.

Kang Lan narrowed his eyes at Li Feng inside the cage and then twisted around to summon his subordinates.

"Young Master Lan wants to see you."

The host had the cage opened and addressed Li Feng, who walked out of the cage: "Where do I go to cash in my betting slip?"

"Young Master Lan has already prepared it for you."

At that moment, a voluptuous woman with heavy smoky makeup threw herself at him, but she was stopped by Young Master Lan’s men.

"Handsome, I want to take care of you. Come with me tonight; I want you to fuck me to death."

Li Feng listened to the smoky beauty’s brazen words and felt a bit overwhelmed, too frank and bold.

"You bitch, he’s mine. Come with me, my sister, let’s go together."

Is that what you’d call a true fan?

Li Feng watched the women nearly come to blows, swallowed hard, while the host stood by with an air of indifference, and said beside Li Feng.

"Hey hey, if you see someone you like, you can call her later. These women love strong men, love the thrill of being conquered. You don’t need to be gentle with them, just be as rough as you like, and they’ll love it."

"Isn’t that sick?"

Li Feng was taken aback; such a mentality seemed a bit perverse.

"Heh, it is indeed sick, they all got that ’princess syndrome.’ Spoiled by wealth, the average man doesn’t catch their eye. They prefer the humiliation by powerful men, but that’s only in this place. Once you leave here, they are as normal as anyone else."

"Dreaming of getting with them is just that, a dream."

The well-informed host shared this with Li Feng as they walked through the corridor to a private room upstairs: "Young Master Lan is waiting for you inside."

Li Feng entered the private room and saw Kang Lan sitting wide-legged on the sofa, flanked by two bikini-clad women with hot figures and fair skin.

Kang Lan stood up and clapped loudly.

"Brilliant, your fight just now was a true spectacle, an eye-opener."

"At first, I thought there was some accident in the previous match, but it turned out I was shortsighted."

"Dude, you really hide your strength well."

"What are you waiting for? Pour a drink for our War God." Kang Lan turned and scolded the bikini-clad beauties, and one of them stood up, poured a glass of wine, and walked over to Li Feng with her long legs.

Kang Lan smiled and raised his glass towards Li Feng, "Let’s have a drink, and then talk about the future."

Li Feng held his glass and narrowed his eyes at Kang Lan, "Young Master Lan, I just bet on myself to win, and I believe the odds were one to a hundred, the highest odds."

"This money, you should pay me first."

Kang Lan looked at Li Feng asking for his winnings and laughed out loud three times, "Money is not an issue. A hundred times one million is just one billion."

"Come in."

Kang Lan called out, and the private room’s door was pushed open again. A group of men in black suits came out in succession, carrying large suitcases behind Li Feng.

"Open."

Kang Lan ordered his men, the black-suited men knelt down and unlocked the briefcases, laying them out in front of Li Feng.

"One case holds five million, there are twenty cases in total, here’s your one billion."

Seeing one billion in cash stacked together was truly staggering; even the bikini-clad beauty standing next to Li Feng was getting excited.

This was, after all, one billion.

Li Feng glanced back, his eyes showed no ripples, just as Kang Lan had said, it was merely a billion.

"I’ll need to trouble Young Master Lan to have someone send the money up for me.

"Well then, I take my leave."

Li Feng said, raised his glass to finish his drink in one gulp, and proceeded to leave.

Only, the burly men in black suits at the door stood in front of Li Feng, blocking his path.

"Young Master Lan, what’s the matter, can’t bear to part with that billion?"

Kang Lan curled his lips into a slight smile, sat back down on the sofa looking at Li Feng who didn’t give him much respect, "A billion, just pocket change, what’s there to hold onto?"

"It’s you, it’d be a shame just to leave like this, why not stay and fight for me?"

"I can guarantee you’ll make more money than you can in your whole life, and have more women than you can handle."

"You like Chu Shiyu, don’t you? I can give her to you, as long as you agree."