Chapter 42: Ye Feng VS Ten Consecutive Wins!

  Just as Yin Qianlan was at a loss for words, Ye Shenglong returned surrounded by the four burly men.

  "Alright, it's all arranged. Brother Tang, come with me to greet the audience. Later on, just say you're the underground boxing king of Macheng and I'll take care of everything else."

  Ye Shenglong called Ye Chengfeng "older brother", but his attitude was completely commanding, without a hint of respect for his older brother.

  Ye Chengfeng didn't pay much attention to this either.

  If they were really treating him like a member of the Ye family, they wouldn't have driven him out of the house ten years ago.

  However, what Ye Shenglong said made Ye Chengfeng frown involuntarily.

  Why bother creating a fake identity as an underground boxing champion when you can just box?

  "He wants to buy your loss."

  Yin Qianlan seemed to have seen through Ye Shenglong's tricks, so she whispered a sentence in Ye Chengfeng's ear: "Brother Ye, don't fight anymore, okay? Ye Shenglong won't let me and Yiyi go, he just wants to use you to make money for him."

  "What did you say?"

  "You... probably don't even know what underground black boxing is all about, do you?"

  "Isn't it just about creating a sensational scene by throwing punches for people to watch?"

  "Whoa, that was just an appetizer, the real main event is the boxing match!"

  Yin Qianlan quickly told Ye Chengfeng about the boxing match, and then said: "If I'm not mistaken, Ye Shenglong had already seen that you would lose, so he deliberately arranged a very loud Boxing King identity for you to deceive those gamblers into betting on your win. Then only he bet on your loss, so he made a huge profit!"

  "So you're saying this bastard never intended to let us go?"

  Ye was suddenly enraged in an instant.

  According to Yin Qianlan's words, if he was just an ordinary security guard, then this boxing match would definitely be lost.

  In the end, not only can't Yin Qianlan and her mother escape, but they will also be beaten up, while Ye Shenglong can get a lot of money from it.

  Only a fool wouldn't take such a deal!

  No wonder Ye Shenglong was suddenly enthusiastic about him before, it turns out that he had ulterior motives all along.

  But then again.

  Ye Sheng Long had calculated a thousand times, ten thousand times, but he should not have been able to calculate that Ye Cheng Feng would change from the original useless young master to a powerful cultivator?

  It's not just about losing, even if someone gets a corner of your clothes, it's a difficult thing.

  "Since you love money so much, I'll let you lose enough!"

  Ye Chengfeng smiled slyly and suddenly made a phone call to Lin Ziqian, asking her to borrow 10 million.

  "Brother Car God, why do you want so much money?" Lin Ziyu asked curiously.

  "Don't ask so much, I'll pay you back double later."

  "Done, where can you find such a good thing."

  Lin Ziyan didn't say much more and didn't suspect anything. She directly told Ye Chengfeng to report the card number and transferred 10 million.

  Just after receiving the funds, Ye Chengfeng remained calm and quietly waited for Ye Shenglong to introduce this match to those gamblers.

  After talking a lot of nonsense, Ye Shenglong finally beckoned to Ye Chengfeng and let him come to the circular platform on the minus fourth floor where he was: "Next, please welcome the famous boxing king from Macheng."

  "Ah! Boxing King!"

  "Boxing King!"

  "Boxing King!"

  The crowd's emotions were suddenly stirred up by Ye Shenglong and became extremely enthusiastic.

  Then, they started placing bets one after another through their mobile phones.

  In a short while, on the large LCD screen, the odds corresponding to the boxing match appeared.

  Ye Feng's title is Mazhong Boxing King.

  Ye's opponent is the winner of this month's ten consecutive victories.

  The odds were 9:1, almost everyone who listened to Ye Shenglong's hype bet on Ye Chengfeng winning, except for Ye Shenglong himself, who bet on Ye Chengfeng losing.

  However, Ye Chengfeng was not a newcomer to the scene, as Yin Qianlan had already informed him of the relevant situation in detail.

  So he knew that in order to participate in the fist betting here, he had to download a special app developed by Iron Fist and recharge his account.

  The match has not started yet, and it is completely possible to change the bet.

  Then, Ye Chengfeng quickly pressed his hands together and bowed deeply to everyone, saying under the stunned gaze of Ye Shenglong.

  "Thank you very much, everyone, for having such high expectations of me. However, I'm really sorry to have deceived everyone earlier - in fact, I'm not the Miao City Fist King at all, I'm just an ordinary security guard."

  "Of course, I believe I can win this game, so I've managed to scrape together a huge sum of 10 million by borrowing from loan sharks. Please rest assured and support me, I will definitely win!"

  As soon as these words came out, the whole scene was in an uproar, followed by a torrent of curses.

  "Damn it! Borrowing a million at high interest to bet on yourself? You'll lose your life!"

  "This little security guard is so cute."

  They had long seen that Ye Chengfeng's physique was simply a comparison of arms and legs with the master who won ten consecutive victories.

  Moreover, Ye Chengfeng wore a security uniform, which was obviously inferior in appearance and momentum, and couldn't find any winning features.

  If they didn't believe in Ye Shenglong, who would have dared to make such a bet?

  Now that the fake boxing king himself has admitted to being a fake, who dares to bet on him winning again? Only a small portion of people, who had placed a 10 million bet on Ye Chengfeng winning, remained unchanged.

  However, despite this, the odds on the big screen suddenly made a 180-degree turn and quickly became 1:9.

  Witnessing this scene, Ye Shenglong was so angry that he almost swallowed his heart. He had been making a good profit, but it was suddenly ruined.

  It's okay, though. Ye Shenglong had already bought Ye Chengfeng's loss, so even if Ye Chengfeng changed the odds to 1:9 now, Ye Shenglong wouldn't lose; at most, he'd just make a bit less.

  Ye Shenglong coldly glanced at Ye Chengfeng and left the arena, allowing another ten-consecutive-win boxer to take the stage.

  "Xiao Shao, isn't that the security guard at the entrance of the Lin Group?"

  A yellow-haired man turned his head and asked Xiao Dongming beside him, "How are we going to place our bets?"

  "One million, buy him win!"

  Xiao Dongming's face suddenly filled with fervor.

  Although he was unclear why Ye Shenglong gave Ye Chengfeng the title of Mazhong Fist King, Ye Chengfeng just happened to say that it wasn't.

  But he knew that Ye Chengfeng's skills were not low, and even Fan's wife, Song Yali, had sought help from Ye Chengfeng.

  This overwhelmingly powerful existence didn't think it would lose to a nameless and surname-less ten-consecutive-win boxer.

  "Five hundred million, bought his defeat."

  Located on the north side of the circular corridor, a seductive red-clad woman sits elegantly on a sofa chair, exuding an overwhelming beauty that turns heads.

  Behind her were more than a dozen burly men, which made no one dare to approach.

  By her side was a young man with a shaved head and a tattoo of a green dragon on his left arm.

  "Phoenix Sister, he won't lose."

  The bald young man shook his head, looking at Ye Shengfeng with a gaze full of reverence.

  The tone was so affirmative that even the red-clothed woman couldn't help but open her sexy red lips in surprise: "How did you know?"

  "He's the one, I told you about that terrifying guy."

  The bald young man couldn't help but shudder and quickly averted his gaze, afraid of being discovered by Ye Shengfeng.

  "Alright then, five million for him to win, oh no, add three million more."

  The woman in red immediately ordered her subordinates to change their bets.