Chapter 2971: Chapter 2971: My Na Is Qin Han
The Big Beard clenched his fist and swung it straight toward Lin Yi.
Lin Yi casually blocked it, grabbing the opponent’s fist.
Then he kicked the opponent right in the crotch!
Ah—
A more intense scream followed, as the Big Beard clutched his crotch in agony, his facial features contorting with pain!
At exactly this mont, his companions closed in.
One person went to support the Big Beard, while another glared fiercely at Lin Yi.
“Damn you, I’m going to kill you!”
As he spoke, he pulled out a knife, clearly intending to kill Lin Yi!
“Really, why resort to knives? It’s so uncivilized.”
As he spoke, Lin Yi extended his hand, grabbed the other’s wrist, pressed it onto the bar table, and deftly snatched the dagger, pinning it to the table!
Ah—
Another scream echoed throughout the bar.
Now the people in the bar realized sothing was amiss.
This Asian man was much harder to deal with than they had imagined.
Subconsciously, many in the bar stood up, glaring nacingly at Lin Yi.
Ready to act violently at any provocation.
“Guys, one of us has been bullied, we absolutely can’t let him get away.”
The Big Beard’s other companion shouted.
The n in the bar were eager to move, closing in on Lin Yi.
Ning Che, anwhile, retreated quietly to the side like a fem fatale, waiting to watch the show.
At this mont, a crisp yet deep voice ca through.
“Wait a minute.”
Hearing the voice, everyone in the bar paused their actions, turned to look at the speaker, and Lin Yi and Ning Che also turned to see who it was.
The speaker was a man in his forties, with golden hair, dressed quite appropriately, giving off a faint sense of a gentleman at first glance.
Such attire was also completely out of place with the bar’s overall atmosphere.
Under everyone’s gaze, the middle-aged man slowly stood up and walked towards Lin Yi.
“Have you trained in Yan Country Kung Fu?”
“A bit, do you want to give it a try?” Lin Yi asked with a smile.
“No, no, no, I have no interest in that.”
The middle-aged man explained, then took out a business card from his pocket.
“I’m called Gruda, a boxer manager, are you interested in earning so extra cash?”
Taking the business card, Lin Yi glanced at it, then looked at the man called Gruda before him.
“How do I earn it?”
“There’s a fight downstairs.”
Gruda gestured to the basent corridor beside them:
“I can handle everything for you, and then you go down and compete. We split the winnings fifty-fifty, how about it?”
“No problem, I can go take a look.”
Lin Yi had already lost interest in these people before him.
Although this bar was not clean, these people here should all be tourists.
Even if he subdued them all, it might not serve his purpose.
Now another opportunity had presented itself, perhaps checking it out would yield so new results.
Seeing Lin Yi agree, the middle-aged man turned to the others.
“Sorry everyone, he’s my boxer now, let’s not hold grudges about what just happened, after all, it was just self-defense.”
Gruda seed to hold significant sway, and once he spoke, the others in the bar all backed down one after another.
“Co with , I’ll take you to earn so money.”
Lin Yi nodded and went downstairs with Ning Che and Gruda.
The stairs were sowhat crude and not long, making a turn brought them to the basent.
A few ters ahead stood a tightly sealed door.
Standing there, one could hear slight sounds of commotion.
There were also two n guarding the door.
Seeing Gruda co down, the expressions of the two doorn changed slightly.
“I’m bringing soone to fight, buy yourselves a drink.”
Gruda slipped them a few hundred bucks as a tip, and one of the doorn opened the door.
Instants later, raucous cheering engulfed them.
Inside was a fervent crowd of n and won, compared to the bar upstairs, it was like another world.
And at the center stood an octagon cage, where two boxers were fighting.
“Running an illegal fight here, aren’t you afraid of getting caught?”
Gruda shrugged. “This bar and the fights belong to Yajilu’s business, he has a lot of influence here, even the police give so face, so there’s no need to worry.”
Lin Yi nodded secretly. The information Gao provided was accurate, he could proceed further.
“What’s your na? I’ll go register you now.”
“Qin Han.”
“Alright, wait here for for a bit.”
Having obtained Lin Yi’s details, Gruda went to handle the necessary procedures.
“This place bets too small, one match only gets tens of thousands, might as well play house at ho,” Ning Che remarked.
“These matches are about quick turnover, one ga clears it. Besides, this isn’t a big city. Tens of thousands per match is not bad.”
“Just as well, my hands are itching for a ga. I’ll play a few rounds and make so pocket money.”
“Don’t keep betting, I might concede later on.”
“Huh? Concede?”
“The outcos are controlled to maximize profit,” Lin Yi explained:
“Breaking the rule and making them lose continuously would invite trouble.”
“Got it.”
“Bet heavily on this match to make the casino lose more.”
“Alright.”
Gruda was swift, finalizing everything in a dozen minutes or so, then pulling out a wristband and strapping it to Lin Yi’s forearm.
“You’re number 76, after one more match it’s your turn, you can warm up now.”
“Not necessary for this kind of fight.”
“Don’t underestimate them, the contestants here are strong, if you lose, I wasted my entry fee.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you lose money.”
The three stood by the ring, watching two matches. Lin Yi found them unremarkable, even boring.
“Alright, it’s your turn, you’re up,” Gruda said.
Lin Yi walked up the platform through the aisle.
The crowd murmured with surprise from below, encountering an Asian face here was quite unexpected for them.
“An Asian guy, he’s so skinny, will he get killed?”
“Probably out of options, otherwise he wouldn’t enter such matches, risking his life for money.”
“This ti I’m betting on number 75, maybe I can break even.”
anwhile, Ning Che wasn’t idle, she found the match staff and checked the odds.
She discovered both sides had odds of 1.9, the audience clearly not betting on Lin Yi.
“I’ll bet 500,000 on number 76,”
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