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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nThere were seats all around the arena.

nIt was full with almost 10,000 spectators.

nThe matches today were put together by some of the largest powers. The moment word of the Underground Champion’s appearance got out, tons of fans flocked to get tickets for this session.

nBefore it even began, cheers could already be heard at the entrance. The Xu family members were slightly shocked by the enthusiasm all around.

nThe word “Bets” was hung at each entrance.

nThis was the rule of the game.

nThey were to place their bets for whoever they supported.

nEveryone had their eyes on the fourth match of the day—the match involving the Mas family.

nNews of this match had already been spreading for half a month.

nAlthough it was made known that Bo Te suffered an eye injury, it didn’t stop supporters from admiring or believing in him.

nXu Yaoguang wasn’t interested in this.

nSecond Uncle Xu and the other Xu family members placed their bets on the Mas family and then headed for the spectator area.

nThey had designated seats—the first three rows of the block, and right beside Carlo and the rest.

nCheng Mu sat right beside one of the people-in-charge from the Mas family and didn’t feel anything off about it.

nSecond Uncle Xu sat on Cheng Mu’s right and turned to ask Xu Yaoguang on his right, “Young Master Xu, are we sitting in the wrong place…”

nCarlo was sitting in the row in front of them.

nThe huge Mas family was behind them.

nIt wasn’t that Second Uncle Xu despised the Xu family, but their seats were way too good.

nXu Yaoguang leaned back in his chair and thought about it.

nHe remembered what Qin Ran did the night before.

n“Maybe, because of Qin Ran…” he said quietly.

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nSomething seemed wrong.

nXu Yaoguang furrowed his brows slightly.

nSecond Uncle Xu did not think too much. He just kept his eyes on the center of the ring.

nThere were four huge screens around the arena to ensure that even the spectators in the back could have a good view.

nThe first three rounds involved other powers and forces, but not the Underground Champion himself. Even so, the matches were rather exciting.

nThe overhead cameras captured all the details and highlights on the ring.

n“This one…” Second Uncle Xu took a deep breath after watching the three consecutive matches. None of them involved the Underground Champion yet.

nAfter a few minutes of interval, the emcee, clad in black, emerged once again.

nThe fourth round—

nThe Underground Champion that everyone had been waiting for!

nHolding the microphone, he excitedly announced, “This is the match we’ve all been waiting for—the duel between the Underground Alliance and the Mas family!”

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n“Let’s welcome… Harold from the Underground Alliance!”

nAs he made the announcement, a platform rose in the middle of the ring, to the left of the emcee.

nOn the screen, everyone could see the carved golden lion on the black headpiece he was wearing. His build was bulky and intimidating.

nThe threatening look in his eyes couldn’t be mistaken.

nThe crowd went mad as he appeared.

n“Harold!”

n“Harold!”

nXu Yaoguang was speechless.

nThis was the loudest chant he’d heard.

nEven Second Uncle Xu and Cheng Mu’s blood was gushing.

n“Who’s this Harold?” Qin Ran wasn’t around, so Cheng Mu asked someone from the Mas family.

nAlthough this person had never seen Cheng Mu before, he was polite to him as he saw that he was sitting in the second row. “This is the second Underground Champion, Harold! The golden lion mask is his icon. After making a name for himself, he went missing for some time. Nobody could have expected that he’d sign under the Underground Alliance! It was only after he left that Bo Te became so well-known! Both of them had never fought before.”

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nAlthough this was a duel between the Underground Alliance and the Mas family, the Mas family members couldn’t help but cheer for Harold as well.

n“So it was Harold that the Underground Alliance found.” Before them, the team leader sitting beside Harold sprung to his feet. “Has Bo Te’s vision recovered yet?”

n“No.” Carlo shook his head. “Mr. Bo Te’s is an old injury. Medication won’t cure it.”

n“Then, how is Bo Te going to fight Harold? He’s been out of the scene for years, who knows how good he could be by now. Bo Te’s eye is still injured, that will affect his performance…” The team leader seemed a little concerned.

nAs he expected, the Mas family supporters were in shock. “It’s Harold! Mas family, you’re too disappointing!”

nThe payout rate for Mas’s family was shown to be 3.9, but it was still rising.

nIt soon reached 9.9.

nEvidently, many people threw in all their life savings after seeing how much money the Underground Alliance was using to bet on their victory.

nThey were betting on the Underground Alliance too.

nCheng Mu was just sitting there.

nHis cell phone suddenly vibrated; it was a notification from Qin Ran.

nShe simply asked him to bet on the Mas family.

nCheng Mu checked how much balance he had left in his card. It wasn’t much.

nHe sent Cheng Jin a message—

nBro, lend me 10 million yuan.

nCheng Jin did not ask a thing. A minute later, Cheng Mu received the notification from the bank.

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nAfter receiving the money, he transferred it into his betting account and put in 10,200,000 yuan.

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n“Mr. Cheng Mu, if you’re putting in so much, you should be putting in for…” Second Uncle Xu seemed a little worried for the Mas family. He couldn’t help but turn to look at Cheng Mu after seeing his bet.

nWhen he saw the 10,200,000 yuan, he had thought that Cheng Mu was betting on the Underground Alliance as well.

nBut when he saw the change in rates, he realized that it was…

nThe Mas family?!

nWas he mad?

nSecond Uncle Xu asked him, “Did you choose the wrong option?”

nCheng Mu looked down at Qin Ran’s message, then at the blue team (the Mas family) that he’d bet on. He shook his head. “Nope. Uncle Xu, you can continue increasing your bet too. It’s a 9.9 payout rate, you can get rich overnight.”

nSecond Uncle Xu knew that the people around Cheng Juan were all fairly rich.

nBut his heart was already aching from the 500,000 yuan bet. He shook his head and said, “No, thanks.”

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