Black Sail
Chapter 581: CCI. Gambling Freak (6.5K)_4

Chapter 581: CCI. Gambling Freak (6.5K)_4

"Who’s that guy?"

Gren asked Galen, looking quite impressive, blue-faced with tusks, is he a Beastman, a good horse?

The lower-level adventurers are all gossip enthusiasts, never missing a guild newspaper.

"An unknown guy, many people in the Continent Martial Arts Competition suddenly emerged, previously not famous."

Galen said he hadn’t seen him before.

"Do you understand at all! Ugh..."

Gren sighed, she really hoped to get rich from this.

The Beastman was straightforward, pulling the lever three times without hesitation.

As the numbers froze, it turned out to be 212.

The arena had Magic Ore and Wind Breath Stone to adjust the temperature, and the beautiful host wearing splendid clothes on this hot day broadcasted professionally with dramatic expressions, "Contestant 222... is an adventurer from the adventure guild... the name is..."

The female host paused dramatically.

"This woman is so annoying!"

Gren tightened her fist, couldn’t she just say it all at once.

"It’s this kind of setup..."

Galen thought this trick might be annoying if played all day, but it was quite exciting; today was the time to set the odds, and people from all over the world couldn’t help but place huge bets.

"Xiao Long! The Hall-level Adventurer known as the Divine Sword!"

The female host announced.

The whole crowd erupted, coming in so awesome right away! What’s happening at the Continent Martial Arts Competition!

The Beastman who drew Xiao Long turned pale.

The Martial Arts Competition... comparing strengths, also deciding life and death.

After all, he was a strong contender making it to the finals, forcing himself to leave the scene.

"Who’s Xiao Long? Why are these people reacting so strongly?"

Gren asked curiously.

"If you want a sure bet, just keep betting on this person, but the odds won’t be high, even if you bet right, you’ll probably earn a tenth or two of your stake, you just need to know this person is awesome. But there’s a chance for an upset, depending on who Xiao Long is fighting, the odds are different for each match."

Galen said calmly.

Meanwhile, the main screen’s Crystal display changed to other content, showing that the match between contestant 0 Zam and contestant 212 Xiao Long had opened for betting, and you can place bets with your Identity Card at the Royal Court-designated dealers.

Though crowded, the betting channels were unobstructed, countless dealers at your service, there was no room for error in money-making commission.

The Royal Court took a ten percent cut, seemingly small but faster than printing money, on a hot betting match, it could reach millions of Golden Dragons, don’t underestimate the world’s gamblers.

It certainly wouldn’t show specific amounts, only showing the odds, because when encountering some ultimate wealthy gamblers and all the gambling dogs from the Western Continent, during the final sixteen match on September ninth, the pool would soar to a hellish nine digits.

This is the difference in money-making methods between national agencies and local forces, simply not on the same level.

"Should we buy? Bet on Xiao Long to win?"

Gren was very nervous, how much should she bet if she buys? She didn’t quite get it.

"Damn, I really have to be your advisor, you totally don’t get it. You can bet anytime before the match closes, watch a bit longer, choose some promising ones with decent odds and potential profits, Xiao Long’s match is boring, probably everyone is betting on him to win, won’t earn a bit, you can buy Xiao Long’s opponent, bet a few dozen silver coins, try for an upset, but the chances are slim, keep watching."

Although Galen didn’t have much capital, back in the day Chen Daozai won 37 million with 20 bucks, I could win 100 million with five Golden Dragons, no problem.

First lay low and observe the situation.

"Whoa... this is quite exciting, I’ll follow you to bet, don’t run around these days, I’ll hire you to gamble with me."

Gren folded her arms, her throat rolling, finding it quite interesting.

"Eh..."

Galen had a feeling of corrupting a good woman, but no matter, for a rich lady money wasn’t an issue.

The next contestant was soon up for drawing lots.

At this moment.

Saleret had also arrived backstage at the arena, his number was 693, if drawn, he wouldn’t need to go up and shake.

In the enclosed backstage rest room.

"Why the hell are you still here?"

Saleret was speechless, the Imperial Arena’s security was very strict, but this guy was one of the most capable in the Thief Guild, actually followed over here.

"I took a peek, Kai Deng is number 355, can get her into the draw."

Ben, disguised as a Royal City Army member, said.

Swan was cautious, had not come along unnecessarily, while Ben had a bit of madness, he carefully observed a Royal City Army member for a while, found this person had simple social relations, killed to disguise and impersonate them.

Saleret was already unsettled, this wasn’t inside a hotel, it was at the competition site, security was tight, truly worthy of being a damn Shadow Messenger.

If you slip up, let’s see how you handle it.

"I’m not shaking out a damn thing."

Saleret couldn’t help but swear.

"Damn, your beautiful specialist has arrived, I’m out."

Ben pretended to patrol and left Saleret.

Saleret just closed his eyes to rest, he was determined to fight for his pride, not to prove he’s great, but because he must take back what he lost.