chapter 38 I have the final say

Paul Lei, Kent Cao, Theodore Song and his son came to the Shura Arena and entered a private room. Tonight's first game was about to begin. The two contestants' codenames were Fire Bull and Gray Wolf. They were similar in stature and had similar records, so the odds were 1:1. The audience at the scene enthusiastically placed bets on the boxer they were optimistic about would win. Kent Cao, Theodore Song and his son, were very interested in this bloody and exciting black market boxing match, and each bet more than 100,000 yuan. In the room next door, she couldn't hold on after doing fifty push-ups. She stopped and looked at Noah Chen eagerly, obviously waiting for Noah Chen to fulfill his promise and give her half a million yuan. Rus Dong asked Noah Chen, "Master, do you want to place a bet on this game?" Noah Chen said calmly, "It would be boring to watch the game if you don't place bets. Let's place a little bit." Upon hearing this, Rus Dong immediately took out a bank card and threw it to Iris Tan, asking her to swipe the card and place a bet of 10 million yuan. Rus Dong was also a master, so he could tell that Gray Wolf was stronger. Iris Tan was originally worried that Noah Chen would default on her tip, but she didn't expect that Noah Chen would casually place a small bet, which was ten million yuan. She became excited instantly. Mr. Chen in front of her was so generous, and he would not refuse the half-million tip she just should receive for doing fifty push-ups. Soon, the game officially started. The two boxers only fought for two minutes before Gray Wolf kicked Fire Ox in the head like lightning. Fire Bull was like a beast whose head was shot by a bullet. It couldn't even scream and fell to the ground with a roar. The audience, which was hundreds of meters away, all exclaimed in surprise. In the private room, Iris Tan also looked at Noah Chen in shock. Within two minutes, Noah Chen had won 10 million yuan. Excluding the 10% fee, Noah Chen also earned 9 million yuan. Noah Chen told Rus Dong, "Don't forget to give this manager Tan a tip." With Noah Chen's few words, Iris Tan's account actually gained 500,000 yuan. When Noah Chen asked her to do push-ups just now, she felt that Noah Chen was insulting her. But at this moment, she couldn't help but want to say to Noah Chen, "Master, I can still do push-ups." In the Shura Arena, anyone who won a lot of money would be noticed by the boxing arena. Noah Chen's private room had just won 10 million, and someone immediately came in to report to Paul Lei. Paul Lei frowned slightly when he heard that someone won 10 million yuan in a game. However, in front of Kent Cao, Theodore Song and his son, he didn't say anything. He only told his subordinates to pay attention and report anything at any time. The second match was between the Chinese warrior monk Tianlong and the world boxing champion from Thailand, the Eight-faced Buddha. The monk Tianlong was a famous boxer, but the Eight-faced Buddha was the real world boxing champion. Everyone at the scene was not a fool, and they all placed bets on the Eight-faced Buddha. In the private room, Iris Tan stared at Noah Chen closely and asked, "Mr. Chen, do you want to place a bet on this game?" Noah Chen said calmly, "In this game, the odds of the Eight-faced Buddha are a bit low, 1:0.5, so buy a little more, maybe 200 million yuan." Iris Tan's eyes widened instantly, so was her mouth, and she was speechless. He was betting 200 million yuan, this was the first time she had seen such a heroic person like Noah Chen after working in the Shura Arena for so long. Rus Dong couldn't help but said softly to Noah Chen, "Master, it doesn't matter if the bets are small in the game here. If the bets are big, they will play dirty tricks." After all, Rus Dong was from the underground circle, so he naturally knew a lot about black market boxing matches. Both participating boxers were invited by the boxing ring. In fact, the boxer who was asked to lose in the boxing ring would lose. Noah Chen bet 200 million yuan on the Eight-faced Buddha to win. The boxing ring must have secretly ordered the Eight-faced Buddha to lose the match. Noah Chen smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter. If I say the Eight-faced Buddha will win, he will definitely win." Rus Dong was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. Who won and who lost was just a matter of words from the young commander. After betting 200 million yuan, Rus Dong's card limit was insufficient, so Noah Chen took out an American Express black card and asked Iris Tan to place the bet. Iris Tan was shocked again. The American Express Black Card was universally accepted and was owned by a limited number of people. It could be said to have no limit on spending. The identity of those who could hold an American Express Black Card was not simple. Someone bet 200 million yuan! This news soon reached the ears of Paul Lei, the owner of Shura Arena. After hearing the report from his subordinates, Paul Lei said in a voiceless manner, "What! someone in the next room bet 200 million yuan on the Eight-faced Buddha?" The subordinate said respectfully, "Yes!" Next to them, Kent Cao, Theodore Song and his son, were also speechless. They had seen many people gambling on black market boxing matches, but this was the first time they had seen someone spending so much money. Paul Lei asked in surprise, "What is the identity of the guest in the next room?" The subordinate said, "I have found out clearly that the two people in the next room are Rus Dong, the underground overlord of Dongcheng, and Noah Chen." Noah Chen! Paul Lei, Kent Cao, Theodore Song and his son looked at each other. Paul Lei quickly recovered from the shock and sneered, "I thought who made such a big bet. It turned out to be Noah Chen and Rus Dong. These two people came to ruin my business." The subordinate asked cautiously, "Brother Tiger, what should we do now? Should we accept the 200 million yuan they bet?" Paul Lei smiled evilly and said, "They come to give me money, why don't we accept it?" "You go backstage and tell the Eight-faced Buddha that he must lose this game. I will give him double the show-up fee and an additional one million in hard-earned fees." The subordinate said loudly, "Yes, Brother Tiger." Paul Lei sent someone backstage and ordered the Eight-faced Buddha to lose the game. In the next room, Noah Chen had also calmly sent a message to Dylan on his mobile phone. He wanted the Eight-faced Buddha to win the game. The Eight-faced Buddha had just promised Paul Lei to the match-fixing, and then he was ready to go on stage to compete. But when he was about to come out from backstage, his cell phone suddenly rang, and it turned out to be a call from his mentor. He quickly answered the phone and listened to his mentor's words. Although he was surprised, he still said, "Yes, Master, I know what to do." Soon, the two boxers Tianlong and Eight-faced Buddha officially entered the ring, and the crowd cheered like thunder. At this time, Paul Lei dialed Noah Chen's mobile phone number. He sneered and said to Noah Chen, "Boy, how dare you come to my territory with Rus Dong to create trouble. I will definitely win your two hundred million yuan, hahaha.” Noah Chen said calmly, "You will lose everything tonight." After saying that, Noah Chen hung up the phone directly, not bothering to talk nonsense to the other party. Paul Lei was angered by Noah Chen's attitude, and he cursed angrily, "You don't know how you would die." The game started soon, and Tianlong and the Eight-faced Buddha on the ring immediately started a fierce battle. Paul Lei looked at the eight-faced Buddha on the ring, whose fists were like cannonballs, legs like whips, which were extremely fast. He frowned slightly and muttered, "Didn't I ask the Eight-faced Buddha to fight a fake match? Why did he fight so bravely?" Theodore Song beside him guessed, "Maybe the Eight-faced Buddha wants the game to look more realistic?" Paul Lei nodded, "It's possible..." Before he could finish his words, the Eight-faced Buddha had punched the opponent three times, blasting away Tianlong's defense, and then struck Tianlong's head with a lightning kick. Snapped! Tianlong's head was like a kicked watermelon, blood spattered, and his whole body was like a chopped down tree, falling to the ground. Paul Lei was struck by a bolt from the blue and exclaimed, "What!" In the next room, Rus Dong looked at Noah Chen with admiration, "Master, it's exactly what you said. Whoever you want to win must win, and the Eight-faced Buddha won." Noah Chen smiled slightly and was noncommittal. He spent 200 million yuan in a few minutes and won 100 million yuan! Iris Tan's face was flushed, her eyes were excited, her heart was pounding, and she looked straight at Noah Chen. She wanted to rush up to Noah Chen and say, "Mr. Chen, not only can I do push-ups, but I can also do one-handed push-ups. Do you want to see it?"