I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!
Chapter 709: Victory

Chapter 709: Chapter 709: Victory

The fight ended quickly, even as they were discussing it, it ended without them noticing, and surprisingly, the white man won. From the start, the black man didn’t take the white man seriously, thinking he could easily beat him. Relying on his height, he had no strategy at all and just fought wildly.

He thought hitting the opponent a few times would make him retreat, but the white man was more agile. Being short made him very nimble, dodging around so the black man couldn’t even hit him, just wasting his energy. Eventually, when his energy was drained, he was like a fish on the chopping board, completely at the mercy of his opponent. Having a strategy really did seem better, Shen Dong knew this in his heart.

Seeing the woman beside him getting excited, it seemed she had made some money, feeling the joy. Not bad at all. If she earned money, then he could get a share, so he went over and said, "That’s pretty good, you’ve started earning already, shouldn’t you share some with me? You said it yourself just now, don’t tell me you’re thinking of going back on your word?"

He was just teasing with that remark; how could he take his girlfriend’s money? When Kang Yue heard this, she quickly handed over half of the money to Shen Dong, saying, "Don’t worry, how could I swallow your money? Here you go, consider it as me sponsoring you, you’ve indeed been working hard lately.

But do you want to join me in betting next? The next one will definitely be more thrilling; you might make even more. Look, I don’t even know how many times I’ve doubled my money now. Come on, bet with me, you might make enough to cover your bar’s losses. Aren’t you tempted?"

"Trust me, you won’t regret it," Kang Yue said, pushing the money in front of Shen Dong, who accepted nearly half of it. Since his girlfriend was inviting him to gamble, he decided to gamble.

Waiting for the next match to start, it was another battle with a big disparity in strength. It seemed only such matches were interesting, letting everyone know whom to bet on. Sometimes, believing in the weaker one to create a miracle, other times steadfastly betting on the stronger one, believing they would last longer in the ring. To some wealthy spectators, this was just a small scale entertainment.

Nobody considered the life or death of those on stage important. Once on the ring, they were signing up for a life-or-death situation, and if someone died, it would be considered an accident with no compensation. Thus, they had only to fight desperately to survive. Of course, if they really didn’t want to die, they could also surrender, and once surrendered, the opponent couldn’t hit them anymore.

Hitting after a surrender would be a violation, resulting in being banned from the ring forever. Therefore, during the fight, one must be fully alert to stop in time if the opponent suddenly surrendered.

"Which of these two do you think is better? Going for the shorter one again? I always feel it’s like this on the ring, if it’s the shorter one, then what’s the advantage of the tall ones?"

Kang Yue didn’t quite understand and spoke out, her interest having initially started just because she found their fighting amusing.

"I can guarantee that the taller one will win this time. If you don’t believe me, just watch. If you trust me, bet with me." After saying this, Shen Dong immediately placed the money Kang Yue had given him on the taller contestant without hesitation. The manager took the bet afterwards.

Then he looked at Kang Yue to see which side she would choose.

Kang Yue, feeling a bit skeptical about Shen Dong’s assurance wondered why it would certainly be the taller contestant this time around. Initially, she had thought the shorter one would win, and indeed, the shorter one won last time. So why couldn’t the shorter one win again? What was the difference? She wanted to trust her own gut. So, she decided to go with her instinct.

She placed her half of the money on the shorter contestant and said to Shen Dong, "This time, I don’t trust you. I feel the shorter one might win, even if it hasn’t started yet, I’ve felt this way. Let’s see who wins and who loses." Kang Yue said this feeling quite excited.

As if these bets with Shen Dong were as intense as a real life-or-death battle in the ring, Shen Dong, seeing her naïve expression, couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Alright, let’s see who the real winner is. But we’ve agreed, if you lose your money, you can’t come asking for mine.

I need to keep mine for the next round of betting, after all, your judgement isn’t as good as mine." Shen Dong taunted her playfully, which really annoyed Kang Yue, while the manager quietly chuckled, finding these two incredibly amusing, their dynamic unlike any other.

The correct match began, and the odds were average since the previous unusual events had taught everyone that the weaker contestant didn’t always lose, leading some to bet on the underdog, thus making the odds fluctuate unstably. Kang Yue sighed; well, even if the underdog won, it wouldn’t be much of a profit.

Never mind, dampening Shen Dong’s spirits would still feel good, letting him learn not to underestimate her judgement, causing him to lose all his money. With a snort, she turned her full attention back to the ring. Unfortunately, this time the underdog didn’t have the agility of the last underdog and couldn’t dodge effectively.

He was hit several times and merely lay there on the ground, motionless, and had to be carried away after a few moments. The taller contestant won this round decisively and quickly.

Kang Yue watched in shock as the winner was lifted up, her mouth agape. How could it end so quickly? It had only been a few minutes, and she hadn’t even seen any exciting parts yet; the smaller guy was just too weak, knocked down after a few hits.

How could he even be considered a capable contestant? Kang Yue was infuriated and speechless—she had wanted to have a betting battle with Shen Dong, and there she was getting slapped in the face metaphorically. If only she had listened to him earlier.