My Co-renting Lady Boss Chapter 1496 - 1495: The Ultimate High-Stakes Gamble

"Oh my, it’s not trouble we’ve run into, but a huge opportunity to make money. We’re betting on a boxing match, and we can definitely win money here."

Li Xiaoli shouted excitedly.

"Bet on a boxing match? Isn’t that too unreliable?"

Mu Zixin beca suspicious, "These things are always rigged."

"Impossible, this ti it’s..."

"Ahem?"

Just as Li Xiaoli was about to ntion Tang Ming, Liu ngting quickly reminded her.

"Why do you care so much? Are you lending the money or not? I’ll pay back double."

Li Xiaoli shouted impatiently.

"How much do you need?"

"How much do you have?"

"I have over twenty million in my card. If you want more, I’ll have to ask my family."

Mu Zixin responded helplessly.

"Hiss, you actually have over twenty million cash as a student?"

Li Xiaoli took a deep breath, surprised at how wealthy Mu Zixin’s family was.

"Haha, how much do you want?"

Mu Zixin smiled without explanation.

"Wire it all to imdiately."

Li Xiaoli hurriedly shouted.

"Okay."

Mu Zixin agreed to lend the money without further ado, hoping in her heart that Li Xiaoli and Liu ngting would lose.

As long as they lost, it ant they owed Mu Zixin over twenty million, and she wouldn’t need to worry about Liu ngting stopping her from pursuing Tang Ming.

Just as the staff were tallying the bets, Tang Ming looked towards Hua Yingjie beneath the ring: "Brother, if you’re short of money, just bet on to win with whatever you have; if you’re broke, I can lend it to you to place a bet."

"Got it."

Hua Yingjie nodded and imdiately called Shao Wuyou and ng Xianjun.

When Shao Wuyou and ng Xianjun heard that Tang Ming was betting in a fight, the two borrowed money frantically to give Hua Yingjie,

thinking it was a surefire profitable deal!

"Boss, boss."

A middle-aged man in glasses and a suit ran over to Zhao Tianhao, gasping for breath.

"What’s wrong? No one bet on that kid winning?"

Zhao Tianhao slightly frowned, looking puzzled at his finance manager.

"No, people have bet, and the stakes are nearing ten billion."

The finance manager secretly wiped his cold sweat; this was by far the craziest occasion.

"What?"

Zhao Tianhao’s face changed drastically, hastily grabbed the computer to check, and was shocked.

Although not many bet on Tang Ming to win, a few did place massive bets—five billion, three billion, tens of millions at a ti.

"Great, as long as ’Hundred Kills’ wins, we could earn billions today."

Zhao Tianhao beca excited, not expecting a randomly arranged small match to rake in so much money.

"Boss, the problem is if we lose, we’ll have to pay out tens of billions."

The finance manager worriedly reminded.

"Damn it, you and your jinx mouth."

Zhao Tianhao slapped him, "I specially arranged ’Hundred Kills’. He is sure to win, understand?"

"I’m just worried if he loses, we can’t afford the loss. Our banker’s reserve is fifty billion, but it’s just for show by those people above, off-limits..."

"That’s it, damn it, I’ll kick you to death."

Zhao Tianhao burst into anger, picked up a wine bottle beside him, and smashed it on the finance manager.

"Sorry, sorry, I was wrong, I won’t say it again."

The finance manager hugged his head pleadingly, his good intentions being rewarded with a beating, he can’t do this work anymore!

After half an hour, all preparations were completed; Tang Ming and ’Hundred Kills’ stood facing off on the ring.

"Kid, you stopped from killing today, so I’ll definitely kill you."

’Hundred Kills’ coldly smiled at Tang Ming, eyes full of murderous intent.

"Kill ? Bring so real skill then."

Tang Ming smiled slightly, raised his fists: "I’m a peak Nine-star Cross Training Martial Artist."

"Haha."

Upon hearing this, ’Hundred Kills’ laughed sinisterly; if he were not a martial master, he might be afraid, but his real strength was that of a powerful martial master, why fear a cross-training martial artist.

"Players ready, I now officially announce the start of the match."

The host’s passionate voice rang out.

"Hundred Kills, kill him."

"I bet you can knock him down within five minutes."

"Go, go, ’Hundred Kills’, go."

...

The audience cheered almost overwhelmingly for ’Hundred Kills’, while the voices of Liu ngting and others rooting for Tang Ming were completely drowned.

"Do you hear, everyone here wants to kill you."

’Hundred Kills’ spread his hands excitedly shouted.

"They’ll be disappointed because I’m going to kill you first."

Tang Ming faintly smiled, stomped the ground hard, and seemingly instantly appeared before ’Hundred Kills’, kicking his opponent’s chest and sending him flying.

"Hiss!"

The previous shouts cheering imdiately turned to gasps of shock; the venue fell silent, surprised by Tang Ming’s aggressive power, to send ’Hundred Kills’ flying with one strike.

"Bang!"

’Hundred Kills’ crashed onto the ground, looking at Tang Ming in disbelief: "You..."

"You wanted to kill ? With that skill, you think you could? Isn’t that biting off more than you can chew?"

Tang Ming looked disdainfully at ’Hundred Kills’.

"Dammit, I’ll definitely kill you."

’Hundred Kills’ roared, jumped up fiercely, but his vision blurred, his chest felt another burst of pain, he got sent flying again.

"Ah!"

’Hundred Kills’ crashed to the ground once more.

This ti, the audience went silent except for Chen Cang and others cheering.

"What’s going on?"

Zhao Tianhao looked grimly at the two people on the ring, "Residual Shadow, did you see that kid’s capabilities clearly?"

"Boss, the kid didn’t use Gang Qi, should not be a martial master, but this speed and explosive power are not that of a regular martial artist, likely a cross-training martial artist."

A young man in a black trench coat appeared beside Zhao Tianhao.

"Then what? Is ’Hundred Kills’ his match?"

Zhao Tianhao beca anxious.

"Don’t worry, ’Hundred Kills’ is a martial master, once he uses his martial master prowess, he will win."

Residual Shadow confidently assured.

"That’s good, that’s good, ten billion, ah."

Zhao Tianhao sighed, grabbing harshly at the two girls beside him.

"Get up and fight again."

Tang Ming refrained from directly defeating him, looked at ’Hundred Kills’ mockingly and taunted.

"Damn it, I’ll fight you to the death."

’Hundred Kills’ roared, jumped up, Tang Ming instantly appeared before him once again.

"I’ll block."

’Hundred Kills’ crossed his arms in front of his chest, projected a layer of white Gang Qi, barely blocked Tang Ming’s kick.

"Huh!"

Tang Ming uttered in surprise, did a backflip, then quickly turned to Zhao Tianhao: "Zhao Tianhao, the match rules stated fighters’ strength shouldn’t exceed martial master, what’s this about?"