in2ebook Chapter 281 The bet has been placed; one must accept the consequences.
Chapter 281 The bet has been placed; one must accept the consequences.
As the thick smoke rising from the wall dissipated, the wall was now in pieces, and Donaka's body was covered with frost, snow and ice shards, with rubble falling from the wall. At this moment, a deafening cheer erupted from the scene.
Those who had bet on Leosley to win waved their tickets excitedly, chanting, "Leosley! Leosley!" Their faces were beaming with the joy of victory. Very few people had bet on Leosley; most had switched their bets to Donaka.
In other words, although Qiuhe bet the most money and received the largest share of the license tickets, even if each of the ten people only received 1% of the 200,000 license tickets, they would still be laughing all the way to the bank.
However, before the cheers could subside, another group of spectators shrieked, "No, no! This isn't fair!" A middle-aged man slammed his fist on the table, pointing at Leosley and shouting, "Those ice crystals! He used the Eye of God! He's a Chosen One! A Chosen One fighting an ordinary person—what kind of competition is this?!"
The man's words immediately resonated with the other spectators who had bet on Donaka to win, and they echoed, "Yes! That's cheating! Referee, disqualify him immediately!" Without hesitation, the referee immediately wanted to send Leosley off the field.
"Wait a minute!" Qiuhe's voice rang out from the crowd, drawing everyone's attention. He stepped forward, snatched the microphone from the referee, and a mocking smile played on his lips. "I say, isn't the Fist Power Arena supposed to be a no-rules competition? There's no rule on this stage that says you can't use the God's Eye, is there?"
"Leosley has the Eye of God, that's his skill. If you were so capable, you could get one too. But you don't have the ability, so don't blame others." Hearing this sarcasm and the way they so brazenly justified cheating, the audience gritted their teeth in hatred.
"That's right. There are no restrictions in the arena. Even if Leosley has the Eye of God, so what? Boxing opponents rely on their own skills, so where does the foul come from?"
“That’s right, Leosley has the ability to obtain the Eye of God; that’s his strength. Let me tell you, that’s not going to work here—the old trick of denying defeat won’t work.” The other spectators were even more furious upon hearing this.
"Bullshit! Even in no-rules boxing, there should be a limit! This involves using external force. If this isn't a foul, why don't you just tell them to fight with weapons?"
"Yes, and you too! What do you know, you little brat! How dare you talk to us like that? I've bet a whole 2 license tickets on you! That's my entire fortune. You think you can just take it away like that? What am I supposed to do with it? Don't even think about it!"
Listening to the impotent rage of one of the men and the frantic shouts of the others, Qiuhe remained calm and composed. "Ha, sir, don't be ridiculous. How many vouchers you bet, or what will happen if you lose them, is none of my business! Even if you starve to death in this prison, what does it matter to me?"
From the moment you placed your bet, you should have considered whether the potential consequences were within your means. Am I the one who ruined you? Ha! No, it was your greed that ruined you, relentlessly increasing your bets without regard for financial ruin. This was the path you chose; whether you live or die is none of my business.”
At this point, Qiuhe, with a sarcastic expression, slowly picked up a stack of license tickets from the mountain of them piled on the table and tossed them in his hand. "Two million license tickets are right here. Donaka won, so these tickets are naturally yours. Unfortunately, the opportunity was right in front of you, but you were too useless. Hah."
"Now, you can't take a single ticket with you, and likewise, every single ticket you gambled on will belong to us, understand?" Seeing the child's arrogance, the spectators wanted to teach him a lesson about the deeper rules of Mero Petersburg.
"Fine, just a kid in his teens, a mere brat who hasn't even grown his hair yet, dares to talk back to us big shots?!" "Go, brothers! Let's teach this little brat a lesson here!"
Upon hearing this, the men, their faces contorted with rage and fury, swarmed towards Qiuhe, intending to attack him. However, before their hands could even touch him, a jet-black energy ball began to condense in his hand, which he then violently flung backward. The concentrated, dark purple energy slammed directly into the corner of the roof beam behind him.
The deafening explosion and the falling debris left everyone present frozen in shock. Their initial disdain for Qiuhe had transformed into utter astonishment and fear.
"Although the Mello Petersburg concession is omnipotent, today I will teach you all another principle: as the saying goes, if your neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns; if you have grain but no guns, you are the granary."
"Now, the gun is in my hand. Do you choose to accept the loss and leave the grain, or trade your lives for it?" Qiuhe's words were cold and threatening. The people in the arena turned pale, sweat poured down their faces, and they kept backing away.
A faint smile played on Qiuhe's lips, his tone relaxed yet authoritative: "Since you've chosen to give up, then I won't be polite. Of course, as you can see, I didn't force you; you chose to give up yourselves." As he spoke, Qiuhe casually tossed several stacks of vouchers to the spectators who had bet on Leosley.
The dangerous smile vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle expression: "Well, these are yours. Thank you for your support of Leosley. You have excellent judgment. Now that the outcome is decided, these licenses are naturally yours."
The group accepted the tickets, their faces beaming with joy as they thanked him profusely. Qiuhe picked up the remaining tickets and called to Leiosli, preparing to leave. Just then, the referee's voice rang out faintly: "Um, wait, wait a minute..."
Qiuhe stopped and slowly turned around, his gaze piercing the referee like a knife. The referee, startled by that gaze, broke out in a cold sweat, swallowed hard, and cautiously said, "The rules of the power fighting arena stipulate that a share of the winnings from the betting tickets must be given to the organizers… We didn't mean to cause trouble."
"But these are all rules, you should... understand that, right?" Qiuhe was silent for a moment, then a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth again: "Oh? That makes sense, it's reasonable for the boxing organizers to get a cut this way." Seeing that Qiuhe seemed to agree, the referee showed a forced smile and said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I knew I wasn't wrong, you truly are a man of your word. Since you agree, then..."
However, before the referee could finish speaking, Qiuhe suddenly raised his hand and demonstrated telekinesis, manipulating the empty syringe, which was still printed on the wall and hidden in the lining of Vikan Donaka's clothes, into his hand. He twirled the syringe on his fingertip like a pen and pointed it at the referee, a mocking smile appearing on his lips:
“Referee, I saw you wink at Vikan Donaka a few times before he injected this strange potion into his body, and then he suddenly became violent. Don’t tell me this has nothing to do with you.”
Upon hearing this question, the referee's face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead like rain. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. All he could see was Qiuhe's cold gaze, like a sharp blade piercing his heart.
Upon seeing the referee's reaction, Qiuhe turned around and moved closer to him. "I don't hate many things in my life, but what I despise most are petty thieves who collude and commit crimes together." As Qiuhe approached and spoke these words, the referee was so frightened that he retreated several steps.
Until Qiuhe reached him, raised her arm, grabbed his collar, and forcibly pulled him over, staring intently into his eyes, she said, "Mr. Referee, you...you're not that kind of person, are you?" Looking into Qiuhe's eyes, it felt as if death itself was staring directly at him.
The referee was so terrified he couldn't utter a sound, only shaking his head incessantly. Seeing that the referee was too frightened to utter a word, Qiuhe ignored him, shoved him aside with disgust, and left the arena with Leosley after taking the privilege tickets.
As they walked out of the passage, the sound of their footsteps hitting the metal plates filled the air. Leosley's eyes held a melancholy light as he silently looked at the large bag of gift certificates he carried, while Akikawa only had a stack of them in his pocket.
"Qiuhe." Qiuhe, who was casually walking forward with his hands behind his head, turned around when he heard Leosley calling him. "Hmm? What's wrong?" "Although I still don't understand what benefits you'll get from helping me, I saw you use that elemental-like power in the arena just now. I was thinking, if you stayed here as the warden, you might be more suitable than me."