Chapter 700 - 678:
As the Blonde was preparing the cash, a middle-aged man suddenly stepped forward and exclaimed, "Wait!"
Everyone’s gaze collectively turned to the middle-aged man. Curious, Feng Zhixiao asked, "Wait for what? My man, I need the money now. What, thinking of backing out after losing the bet?"
"No, that’s not it!" the middle-aged man hastily shook his head, smiling at Feng Zhixiao and the others. "Because the amount is substantial, we must count it thoroughly! I hope you can understand!"
"Fine, we’ll wait right here. Hurry up and count it clearly for us!" Feng Zhixiao nodded.
On the stage, Jones’s emergency treatment had ended, and he was put on a stretcher and then lifted into an ambulance. The audience was not happy. Losing the match meant losing money. Many people had bet tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars on Jones, some even bringing their relatives and friends with them. As a result, those who lost were in deep sorrow. Many spectators sobbed loudly.
Despite the United States being a wealthy country, there were still many poor people. They had staked their life savings on Jones, whom they believed was certain to win. But in the end, they were devastated by their total defeat, losing everything they owned.
Some even sought death, feeling that life was meaningless after losing so much money. Thus, they decided to commit suicide in the casino. Security quickly intervened, starting to disperse the troublemakers.
Nevertheless, the casino was not going to refund the money they lost. Ye Chen jumped down from the stage, and no one noticed that he landed on his left foot or that he was walking slowly because his foot was injured. In that strike, Jones’s leg bone broke, but Ye Chen’s bone was not much better. Although it wasn’t broken, it was at least fractured.
Feng Zhixiao and those bastards were waiting for their money, but what awaited them was a group of very fierce men brandishing cruel smiles. "To take money from the White Alliance, are you asking for money or for your life?"
Feng Zhixiao and the others realized this was basically a gang of robbers.
"Liu the Tyrant, they want to rob us of our money. What do we do?" Feng Zhixiao fumed, "Shit, I’ve been to so many places and never before has anyone dared to lay a hand on me. Today, it looks like I’ve met my match!"
"Damn it, let’s take them down!" bellowed Liu the Tyrant, wielding a large sword, with over ten little brothers from Heavenly Reversal Gang rushing forward.