Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 145: Too Much Money and Nowhere to Put It?

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Too Much Money and Nowhere to Put It?

Lin Shuang had suffered a great loss last time and had been harboring resentment ever since. This time, he had specially come to watch the match because he wanted to take revenge here. Relying on his physical prowess, he had cozied up to a few members of Tiger Prestige Martial Arts and sat among them, looking all smug and triumphant.

Wang Hao didn’t even give Lin Shuang a glance; he was more focused on looking around, searching for Su Yang. Although he had won several fights yesterday, without Su Yang by his side, he still felt insecure!

"So you’re that Wang Hao!" said a young man known as Brother Bing, giving Wang Hao a sidelong glance, "It was you who injured Li Yanbing?"

Without speaking, Wang Hao remained silent; Brother Bing said coldly, "Hmph, defeating that trash Li Yanbing, what’s there to be proud of? Li Yanbing is nothing in our Tiger Prestige Martial Arts. Defeating him proves nothing. Today, I will let you see the true strength of Tiger Prestige Martial Arts. Kid, get ready; better start begging for mercy early on so you might save your life!"

Still, Wang Hao said nothing. Without Su Yang there, he had no confidence at all. After all, he had only come up through playing basketball; how could he compare with these people from the Martial Arts Association?

"What’s the matter, scared silent?" Lin Shuang down below burst into loud laughter, "Are all of you from Seventh Middle School this useless? You daring to participate in the Martial Arts Competition, are you here just to embarrass yourself?"

In the distant stands, many of the spectators were students from various high schools, including a portion from Seventh Middle School.

Most of this group were girls, who all held up signs with names like Lin Kai and Chen Hu; essentially, they were all cheering for students from other schools, with no intention of cheering for their own.

"Who’s this Wang Hao?"

"Never heard of him, seems like he’s from Seventh Middle School!"

"Isn’t Seventh Middle School that Taekwondo Club? Do they have such a person?"

"Who knows? Anyway, he’s just a pushover; let’s treat it like a circus show to watch. Hey, can you hurry up? We’re waiting for the next fight, stop wasting time dilly-dallying!"

"Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"

The distant crowd kept shouting, and the scene was not looking good for Wang Hao. Even those from Destiny Martial Arts who had come with Wang Hao were bowing their heads in silence. After all, Destiny Martial Arts relied solely on Su Yang; what strength did Wang Hao have?

"You hear that?" Brother Bing snickered, "They’re asking me to beat you to death. That’s the voice of the people. What do you think I should do? Listen? Or listen? Or maybe listen?"

Wang Hao clenched his teeth and said angrily, "The match isn’t over yet. What makes you think you’ve won already?"

"That’s not how you say it!" Brother Bing laughed wildly, "Me winning is a given. The real issue is, you’re dead for sure today. Today, I will take revenge for Lin Shuang. Kid, like I said, better kneel and beg for mercy early on, or else, I will beat you to death with my bare hands!"

In fury, Wang Hao felt utterly helpless. He definitely was no match for Brother Bing by himself.

"In a martial arts duel, it’s just until a hit is scored, why must it end with someone dead?"

At this moment, a lazy voice suddenly came from behind Wang Hao.

Wang Hao paused, then quickly turned to look, only to see that Su Yang had appeared behind him at some point.

Wang Hao was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Brother Yang!"

Su Yang smiled at Wang Hao and looked at Brother Bing, "It’s just an interschool martial arts competition, just a spar, it’s not an underground boxing match. No need for someone to die, right?"

Brother Bing cursed, "I don’t give a damn about you, what are you, acting all high and mighty with me!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, your mouth is dirty." Su Yang turned to Wang Hao, "Wang Hao, could you swell his mouth up for me later, could you do that?"

Wang Hao, brimming with an inexplicable confidence, declared loudly, "No problem!"

"Damn, where the hell does your confidence come from?" people from Tiger Prestige Martial Arts immediately started clamoring.

"What’s this crap? If you can last half a minute under Brother Bing, I’ll consider you the winner!"

"Where did this stray dog come from, barking madly? Kick him out, kick him out!"

"Shit, talking big. Brother Bing, kill him later!"

The crowd kept making a ruckus, but Su Yang just gave a faint smile. As the noise died down, he slowly looked around, smiled faintly, and said, "I heard you can bet on fights here, anyone fancy a game?"

The people from Tiger Prestige Martial Arts paused, then a rich second-generation young man coldly said, "What? You want to place a bet, too? Thinking of betting on our Tiger Prestige guys to win, and then make a fortune?"

"Not really!" Su Yang replied with a faint smile. "How about this, I’ll be the banker. Let’s keep the bet simple, just whether this Brother Bing will kneel and beg for mercy. If he doesn’t kneel and beg for mercy, I’ll give you odds of one to a hundred, how about that?"

The entire place erupted, and everyone stared at Su Yang as if he were an idiot. Does this moron have too much money and nowhere to put it?

Never mind whether Brother Bing will lose, the key point is, how could Brother Bing possibly kneel and beg for mercy?

Even if Brother Bing lost, as long as he admitted defeat, that would be the end of it. There was no question of kneeling and begging for mercy.

With Su Yang offering such odds, wasn’t he just asking for trouble? Looking to give away money to everyone?

"Kid, you’re quite confident, huh? How much money do you have to cover all the bets?" the rich second-generation sneered.

Su Yang smiled faintly and said, "Whatever you bet, I’ll cover."

"Hmph, anyone can talk, but can you deliver?" the rich second-generation said. "What if you can’t afford to pay after we’ve placed our bets, then wouldn’t we be at a loss?"

"Don’t worry, three to five billion is still no problem." Su Yang waved his hand and called to Brother She in the distance, "Brother She, go get me thirty million!"

Brother She didn’t know what Su Yang was up to, but he immediately nodded and said, "Alright, coming right up!"

At this underground fighting venue, if there was one thing they had plenty of, it was cash. The thirty million arrived swiftly and was neatly stacked in front of Su Yang.

This immediately drew the attention of everyone present. The people at the other rings immediately lost interest in their fights and converged around this ring, crowding around the sides.

The people in the rooms upstairs were also watching the situation, and Zhao Feipeng’s lips curled into a smirk of disdain, sneering, "That’s a brainless second-generation for you. In this kind of match, you just need to admit defeat; who needs to fall to their knees and beg? Hmph, wastrel!"

Huang Yang struggled to his feet, half of his teeth gone, slurring, "Master, let me place a few bets as well, I’ve got to kill that bastard!"

"Sure!" Zhao Feipeng turned to Wang Jing Lei and laughed, "Old Wang, want to join the fun?"

Wang Jing Lei shook his head, looking puzzled; he had no idea what Su Yang was up to. Did he have too much money and nowhere to spend it?

"Elder Brother, get us in on some bets, too!" Zhao Feipeng’s disciples pooled their money together, and one of them, even more extravagant, handed over his car keys to Zhao Feipeng.

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