Mistaking My Sister-In-Law for My Wife After Getting Drunk!

Chapter 379 Just Messing Around



Such matches are always set up by betting companies with odds for gambling.

Moreover, the amount bet is extremely large, with bets on a single match often exceeding billions of dollars.

The betting companies essentially make off with half of the betting amount.

And the appearance fees for the boxers are paid by these betting companies.

Sometimes, in order to make more money, betting companies will even manipulate the matches.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It's not at all surprising that both boxers in a match belong to the same betting company.

In fact, these moves are child's play to the betting companies.

The most impressive feat of the betting companies is setting odds for the presidential elections of the beautiful country, guessing who will ultimately win.

It's said that even the final election results are somewhat influenced.

After all, there was an election where, once the results were announced, some betting companies made profits worth several years of operations.

This just goes to show the fearsome power of the betting companies.

Uncle Hai grew more afraid the more he thought about it, thankful that he hadn't acted rashly and had instead consulted his friends, also sharing the situation with them.

Otherwise, if he had meddled with the Brave Fighters Boxing Club, the Pan Family would have truly been doomed.

The betting company was involved with Wind Cloud Combat and then held controlling shares in so many fitness companies; it was clear that they were scouting boxers in preparation for boxing matches to rake in huge gambling profits.

Chinese Kung Fu is very popular now, and if they could hype up this concept, they might even be able to break into China's off-limits gambling market.

If they could break into it, the betting companies would surely make a killing.

And he actually went after the controlled company.

This was simply a death wish.

He didn't believe that just because the betting companies weren't in China, they wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

They had money, an amount so vast that it meant they could do almost anything they desired.

To crush a small family outfit like the Pan Family was as simple as eating or drinking.

"Damn it, that was a close call. I can't heed Junbin's reckless suggestions anymore."

Uncle Hai was shaken and took out his phone to dial Pan Junbin's number.

At the charity event.

Pan Junbin came back in front of Xu Yang, shook his head with a smug smile, and said, "Kid, your Brave Fighters Boxing Club should also be worth a few billion, right? If it's shut down for ten days to half a month, it should go bankrupt, and you would be distressed, wouldn't you?"

Xu Yang laughed and said, "I wouldn't be distressed."

He was telling the truth; he indeed would not be distressed.

After all, he was very wealthy now.

To him, money was just a number.

Furthermore, he didn't believe that the Pan Family could shut down the Brave Fighters Boxing Club for ten days to half a month, let alone make it go bankrupt.

Joking aside, the Brave Fighters Boxing Club had the backing of Wind Cloud Combat, which in turn was controlled by the Western Gambling Company.

It could be said that no one could lay a finger on the Brave Fighters Boxing Club.

"Putting on airs, just keep pretending!" Pan Junbin sneered, "I know you're worth billions, but no matter what, a few billion is still a lot. If you say you won't be distressed, who would believe that? Besides, if I bring down your Brave Fighters Boxing Club and then target your other companies, such as Jiang Di Lao – that's your foundational business, isn't it?

If Jiang Di Lao collapses, wouldn't you feel distressed then?"

Xu Yang just smiled and said, "Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter. You still want to target Jiang Di Lao? I think that's unrealistic. After all, you've yet to bring down the Brave Fighters Boxing Club."

Pan Junbin was taken aback, the boastful words at the tip of his tongue unspoken.

Yes, if he couldn't bring down the Brave Fighters Boxing Club, then everything else was false.

Just then, his phone began to ring.

He took it out to see that Uncle Hai was calling.

He flaunted his phone in front of Xu Yang, smugly saying, "See? My Uncle Hai is calling. Your Braveheart Fight Club is finished!"

Xu Yang replied indifferently, "You'd better answer the call first. Whether it's as you expect or not remains to be seen."

"You really won't shed tears until you see the coffin!" Pan Junbin snorted coldly, answering the call and switching on the speakerphone, "Uncle Hai, how did it go? Did you take care of Braveheart Fight Club?"

"Take care my ass! I'm pissed off!" Uncle Hai cursed outright.

Although he wasn't fond of the people from Jiangcheng, he believed that the near mess with the Western Gambling Company was Pan Junbin's fault.

It was only because he had friends in the industry that he made a call to ask.

Otherwise, there would have been a serious problem.

Definitely, many bigwigs would have come to hammer the Pan Family.

Those people just have too much money; they could easily crush the Pan Family into dust without any difficulty.

Don't think it's a joke.

To protect their interests, they would definitely kill anyone who stands in the way of their profits.

This is the world of capital, seemingly more civilized than the bare-knuckled killings of the past, yet just as bloody.

It could also lead to the ruin of many families!

Uncle Hai had made up his mind not to meddle in these matters for Pan Junbin anymore.

Otherwise, he might accidentally provoke someone untouchable.

When that time comes, no one could save him.

Pan Junbin's smug smile froze on his face, puzzled and murmuring, "Uncle Hai, what's wrong? It's just a fight club, right? Can't you just call the Jiangcheng Sports Bureau to sort it out?"

"Sort out my ass, you don't know anything, just causing trouble!" Uncle Hai cursed again before taking a deep breath to calm his thoughts, "Xiao Bin, don't involve me in these things in the future; go to your dad if you want to stir up trouble. Do you know you almost got me killed just now?"

With that, Uncle Hai hung up the call.

Pan Junbin stood there, stunned, taking a while to regain his senses.

At that moment, Xu Yang cheerfully began, "You see, I told you, you wouldn't be able to handle it. You can't even deal with a small fight club, yet you dream of messing with my Jiang Dredging? What were you thinking?"

Hearing these words, Pan Junbin came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth twitching.

This slap in the face made the swollen cheeks he had received earlier start to throb with pain again.

He had said he would take down Xu Yang, but he failed and even got scolded by Uncle Hai.

This couldn't stand; he had to regain his dignity.

With that in mind, Pan Junbin glared at Xu Yang and said, "What the hell are you so smug about? Do you really think I can't touch you? You just wait!"

Having said that, Pan Junbin turned and went upstairs.

Since Uncle Hai was no longer willing to help him, it was impossible for him to turn to his father.

At this gathering, there were still people who could help him.

He went up to the second floor.

The layout here was like this: Most people gathered on the first floor.

Only those with a certain status could go up to the second floor.

At the stairway to the second floor stood two towering men in black suits and sunglasses.

They were there to prevent those who weren't qualified from sneaking up.

Pan Junbin, who had been so arrogant moments before, had to obediently take out his phone and show the screen to the towering bouncers, "Brothers, I need to find Young Master Yang. Look, here's the message he sent me."

This message was the pass.

One of the towering men glanced at it before allowing Pan Junbin to go up.


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