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Ten million, to ordinary people, is really not a small amount.
Of course, Ancestor is not an ordinary person, she has no concept of money, her expression remains as calm as water, without a trace of ripple.
However, Bai He and Wu Qianman couldn’t help but sigh repeatedly: "Oh my god, losing ten million in the blink of an eye, what a sin, the old man really shouldn’t have gotten involved in gambling."
"No, you all misunderstand!" Xi Rubao anxiously waved his hand, "I thought the old man was betting out of greed for money too. Just now, I went out and found out that he’s actually the forr head of an orphanage in the suburbs of the capital."
"Huh? No wonder his outdated outfit felt a bit out of place. But why did he co to watch a boxing match?"
"He received a few free tickets for the orphanage and brought a few kids in to watch. The orphanage couldn’t raise enough donations, and it’s on the verge of collapse. In desperation, he used all his personal savings to bet, hoping to win so money back, to provide food for the children in the orphanage..."
"What? So if he wins, he’ll donate it all? And if he loses, he’ll have to cover the loss himself?"
"Yes, is this old man really that foolish?"
"I can’t believe in this day and age, there’s still such a foolish man!"
If he was truly a greedy old man, it wouldn’t be surprising. But to think it’s actually an old man who made a mistake with good intentions, almost going down a blind alley, it’s both pathetic and worrying for him.
Looking at Yin Hu in the ring, defeated again and again, it becos even more tragic for the old man.
"Sigh, if Hu Zi could at least put up a fight and end in a draw, it would be good."
"Yeah, isn’t Gu Shiyin supposed to be really great? How co his apprentice is so weak?"
"Ancestor said he’s not good, and that’s already being kind to him. He’s really not up to it!"
Amid the sighs, there are new changes in the arena.
Yin Hu refuses to admit defeat, propping himself up, wanting to go another round.
While Mike sneers and offers a condition in a highly humiliating tone: "Still want to fight us? Shorty, boxing with you is really a waste of our ti, using a sledgehamr to kill a fly! If you want another match with us, we can do it, but the scoring rules need to change. If anyone loses a round, they have to surrender all their points!"
The audience bursts into uproar!
Betting all points in one round?
That’s ruthless!
Yin Hu gets swept up in the fury, grits his teeth, and nods: "Change it then, let’s go!"
The score is currently tied at 90:90, if they can win once, they can make the opponents surrender all their points. Then they’ll have 180 points, and the opponents will never be able to surpass them!
A small audio clip from Gu Shiyin just flashed through his mind, providing guidance to improve his boxing style and softly cheering him on, boosting his confidence a little.
He only needs one opportunity.
He can definitely turn things around.
Under the tense gaze of the audience, he stretched his limbs, wiped the embarrassing blood from his lips, and bit the bullet to join the new round of battle!
Xi Rubao and others looked on gravely, worried for the old man who suffered a huge loss, concerned about the match’s outco.
Zuzi stood up from the front row of the VIP box and said indifferently: "I need to go to the restroom too."
She barely walked down the stairs, to the grass edge beside the ring.
When she heard the referee’s whistle announcing the end of the match: "... M country’s total score 180 points!"
Yin Hu lost again.
His body was like a broken kite, knocked out, this ti even beyond the railing, and fell heavily on the grass, at Zuzi’s feet.
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