Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 143: Highlanders

The crowd split up.

Jin Liancheng walked over gracefully with the wine in his hand. Without giving the card artisan a chance to speak, he nodded to the hotel staff who was standing beside him in charge of registering guests' gambling and said, "Please notarize Mr. Allen's entry into the account."

At this time, the hotel manager who was presiding over the meeting also walked over. The silver-haired old man nodded at Jin Liancheng before signaling for someone to work. Moments later, the card artisan and Alan's bank account information appeared on the arena's screen.

The card artisan's account was 20 million federal dollars, while Alan's was 28.5 million dollars, which was more than 8 million yuan for card artisans!

However, when he saw this number, Jin Liancheng's gaze also changed slightly, but he did not say it out loud. "Looks like I'm worried that Young Master Card Artisan won't be able to afford the compensation."

The card artisan narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Jin Clan Young Master, is this your doing?"

"That's right, it's me." Jin Liancheng admitted generously.

"Why did you do this?"

Jin Liancheng spread out his hands and said, "I don't have anything else but money. I'm happy to do this, and I don't like Young Master Card Artisan's style of smashing people to death with money."

The card artisans were so angry that their teeth itched. The Jin Clan would not lose to any wealthy clan in terms of wealth alone. What was lacking was merely connections, martial power, and other limited factors. Jin Liancheng was right. His personal assets were comparable to any disciple of a wealthy family.

The venue manager coughed dryly and said, "Both of you, since neither of the publicly announced accounts is sufficient to cover each other's claims, I suggest that you choose another mode?"

"No!" The card artisan refused. If you agree to the manager's proposal, it's no different from admitting defeat: "It's only 28 million yuan. I'm going to apply for a remittance from the family. I want to see how much money you, Jin Liancheng, can bring to help this poor kid!"

The hotel manager smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master Card Artisan, once both parties agree to a bet and publicize the accounts, you can no longer accept foreign remittances."

The card artisan was stunned. He pointed at Jin Liancheng and said, "Then how can he?"

Jin Liancheng shrugged his shoulders and said, "I put money into Allen's account long before he agreed. It's not against the rules."

"You!" The card artisan was furious and looked at Paul's private room. He had no idea.

In the private room, Paul didn't have the mood to tease the two bunnies. He leaned forward and was quickly thinking about how to solve the problem before him. When the door was pushed open, Paul looked at Leon with displeasure, but his gaze hit Leon's smiling face.

"My dear big brother, we seem to need to talk." Leon waved his hand and let the two bunnies leave. He sat down beside Paul.

Paul nodded and said, "I didn't expect Jin Liancheng to be one of your men."

"Accidents always happen. Then, big brother, how do you want to solve this matter tonight?" Leon said straightforwardly.

"What do you say?"

Leon poured himself a glass of wine and raised his glass to Paul. "Continuing the fight will only hurt both of us. I don't think Father wants to see our William family joke, either, if we each take a step back. If you want to play tonight, I'll be happy to accompany you."

"Alright!" Paul was not an ignorant person. Since he had a few steps to go down, why not?

Moments later, Paul's voice came from the private room. "Everyone is here for fun tonight. There's no need to be so unhappy, is there, Card Artisan, Jin Clan's Young Master?"

He didn't mention Alan at all, obviously deliberately belittling Alan, very arrogant.

Hearing this, Jin Liancheng laughed and said, "It seems that we are making trouble for no reason."

The guests all chuckled. This made the card artisan lose face and looked at Jin Liancheng with resentment. Paul coughed dryly and said awkwardly, "Well, I wonder if the hotel can give me some face and slightly change the rules of tonight's bet."

"Young Master Paul, tell me." The hotel manager asked. The Williams still had to give them face. Moreover, regardless of whether it was a win or lose, the hotel could each draw a 10% commission after the event. As long as there was a lot of money to gamble on, the hotel would not be unwilling to make a favor.

Paul said loudly, "I suggest we cancel the so-called odds for tonight's life-and-death duel. Each side will take out 20 million of each gladiator to bet on the next match. If you win, you can naturally take away the opponent's full bet. What does Young Master Lian Cheng think of this proposal?"

Jin Liancheng took a step back and said, "Young Master Card Artisan is not the one who named the gambler. Whether he agrees or not depends on Young Master Allen's intentions."

It's obvious, Paul. You have to ask Alan if you want to get down the stairs. Sure enough, Paul had no choice but to say, "Young Master Allen, what do you mean?"

"It's a fool not to earn 20 million. I'll bet." Alan said succinctly.

Tonight was a special night for both sides. The card artisans wanted to win steadily. Unexpectedly, killing a golden city halfway would make it difficult for them to ride a tiger. Allen knew that this was a battle between Paul and Leon. As the saying goes, money can be lost and momentum cannot be lost, so he did not hesitate to accept Paul's proposal.

So both sides put down (notes).

The card artisan didn't even look at it and placed all his bets on the black gladiator. Alan had no other choice, so he naturally had to vote for Broy. Allen whispered to the hotel manager 20 minutes before the match. The latter nodded and took him away from the venue.

'"Young Master Allen is quite interested in Broyle, but his results are not bad. He is not the top gladiator here. If Young Master Allen wants to buy one or two gladiators, why don't I recommend a better candidate for you?" The hotel manager said politely, as if he didn't care about Alan's background at all. To him, as long as he had twenty to thirty million yuan in his account, he would be able to win Allen's treatment at this moment.

People are not important, money is the key!

Alan shook his head and said, "Thank you, but I think Broy might be a dark horse."

"I hope so. Oh, here we are."

They stopped in front of a lounge, but when the hotel security guard opened the door, Alan felt that it was better to call a cell than a lounge. In a simple space of about ten square meters, there was a bed and blankets, and a wooden bucket was almost the entire room. There was a sandbag hanging in the room. Bloy was punching and kicking the sandbag.

He didn't seem to notice that the door to the lounge was open, but Alan knew he had noticed it. The moment the door opened, Broy's shoulders shrank. In another environment, if someone thought they could sneak attack him unnoticed by a god ghost, they would definitely hit a powerful elbow strike.

"Hey, Broy. You're a lucky guy, you know? Because this Young Master Allen likes you!" The hotel manager shouted, "Of course, you have to survive the next life-and-death battle before you have a chance of leaving this place."

Then he said to Alan, "You have ten minutes."

"Thank you." Alan nodded.

After the manager left, Broy continued to attack his sandbag, as if he wasn't interested in Alan buying him away. Ellen drilled a lap in the room and said calmly, "I bet on you winning the previous race, but you lost."

"Oh, then I'll disappoint you." Broyle said indifferently.

"Can you tell me why you let go of that Rosso when you had the chance to defeat him in that match?"

Broy finally stopped. He held the sandbag and looked at Alan. "You're mistaken, young master. The Loso are so ferocious, and as you can see, I'm not a brave man. I just instinctively took up defense, so maybe I'm not worth it for you to bet on me."

"It's a pity that I still bet on you in the upcoming Life and Death Tournament."

"That might disappoint you again."

"Do you have a wife and children?" Alan suddenly asked.

Bloy had originally planned to continue warming up for the next round. Even with such intense exercise, the wound on his shoulder that had been sliced by the Luo Suo Clan's axe was bleeding. But when he heard Alan's words, his movements suddenly stiffened. Allen went straight to the point: "Show your strength and win the next match. Follow me and you'll have a chance to see your family again. But only if you serve me until I pay off the ransom and you're free."

"However, I have to remind you that the stage that serves me is not a battle or arena, but a battlefield!"

Broy was shocked again. He stopped and looked at Ellen. "Why do you think I'm going to win?"

"The lion's stage should be the grasslands, not the circus. What do you think?" Ellen nodded his eyes. "You told me in the match between you and the Los Angeles. You're a warrior, a real warrior. Whatever the reason you're here, I think the battlefield is where you should be."

"Fight for me. As a reward, I will give you your freedom." With that, Alan walked towards the door.

'"The Highlanders are never afraid to go to war, but you have to keep your promise. Otherwise, I will dig out your heart and give it to Odin!" Bloy's thunderous roar echoed from behind him. "The Highlanders are never afraid to go to war, but you have to keep your promise. Otherwise, I will dig out your heart and give it to Odin!"

Alan smiled and left. He had already completely stirred up the savagery in Broy's blood!

Arena four was filled with spectators.

The bloody and tragic life-and-death battles had enough attraction to attract the attention of the guests, not to mention the huge gamble with a total of 20 million yuan. Any one of these items was enough to drive people crazy. One minute before the start of the fight, both the card artisan and Diego arrived. Adele was still holding Alan's arm and appearing on the other side of the arena.

As for Jin Liancheng, he was nowhere to be found.

In the box, Paul drank and said, "Which side do you think will win?"

"Of course it's Alan." Leon said resolutely.

Paul smiled and said, "Isn't this too arbitrary? That gladiator the card artisan picked has a good chance of winning."

"Yes, but the card artisan didn't see the other gladiator's information clearly. That Broyle won two life and death battles. As for the one the card artisan picked, it seemed that he had only won a few more ordinary battles."

Paul's eyes changed slightly. Leon looked at him and smiled, "You don't have faith in card artisans, do you? Big brother, that's the difference between us. I have 12% trust in Alan, but you only believe in yourself."

Paul felt bad and told Leon what was on his mind. Fortunately, at this moment, excited music rang out in the hall.

The life-and-death battle had begun!

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