Chapter 165 Not Convinced? Then Continue Fighting.
Sharon kicked Gray Dragon directly off the arena, declaring the result of this gambling match—Sharon won, and Gray Dragon lost.
Witnessing this, Vincent was furious, his expression turning extremely ugly.
"Gray Dragon actually lost the match, useless."
What worried Vincent even more was that he had bet the five-star hotel, and if his father found out, he would probably be beaten to death.
The onlookers beneath the arena were also dumbfounded. However, after regaining their composure, their sympathy went to the money they had just placed as bets.
"It's over, we lost, tens of thousands of dollars."
"If only I had bet a bit on this female boxer."
"I lost my $200,000 completely."
"That guy bet $5 million and made a huge profit."
...
These people looked at William with envy and jealousy. He was undoubtedly the big winner of the day. Little did they know that William also won Vincent's Flow Hotel.
"What a fruitful day!" William cheerily exclaimed.
He couldn't help but curl his lips slightly and stood up from the chair, walking towards the betting area where the staff were tallying the final results.
"Mr. Brown, after deducting a 10% handling fee, you will receive a total of 14 million US dollars. Shall we deposit it directly into your account?" the staff member said professionally after completing the calculations.
"Yeah, deposit it into my account!" William didn't really care about the money. His black card had unlimited funds, but this was the first time he had money deposited into it.
Kayla quickly followed suit, her face filled with excitement and enthusiasm.
"What about mine? I bet a hundred thousand dollars."
"After deducting a 10% handling fee, you will receive a total of 230 thousand dollars. Should we deposit it directly into your account as well?" the staff member asked in the same manner.
"Yeah, deposit it into my account," Kayla excitedly nodded. Just a few minutes ago, she invested a hundred thousand dollars and won an additional one hundred and thirty thousand dollars after deducting the initial capital. This money was indeed easy to earn. No wonder those gamblers were so obsessed with this place. It seemed possible to get rich overnight!
The onlookers gazed at William and Kayla's immense fortune, once again revealing eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
Vincent was even more envious, his eyes turning red. He had lost five million dollars in an instant.
After collecting the winnings, William walked towards Vincent, pulling out a contract from his pocket and handing it to him.
"Vincent, let's honor the bet. Sign this contract for the transfer of Flow Hotel," William said with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"William, you really have everything prepared! Well, you're bold, but don't get too cocky! I still want to gamble with you," Vincent refused to accept it, especially since he had a boxer with even greater strength in his corner. That was his confidence in continuing the gambling match with William.
He couldn't bear to lose Flow Hotel to William like this. If his father found out, he wouldn't let him off the hook. That's why he had to win back Flow Hotel.
"No problem, let's sign this contract first!" William's smile remained faint as he responded. He wouldn't refuse any assets that were offered to him on a platter.
"Alright." Vincent grabbed the pen and signed his name on the transfer agreement for Flow Hotel.
Using assets as gambling capital was not uncommon in the world of underground boxing, and even using women as sole proprietors wasn't unheard of.
However, the onlookers watching this scene before them were once again left speechless. Flow Hotel was worth billions of dollars, an industry of the Miller family, and it had just been handed over to William. It was hard for them to believe.
Vincent's quick signature satisfied William. Previously, those wealthy second-generation individuals would drag their feet and refuse to sign when their faces were slapped, using all sorts of delaying tactics. In the end, violence would be the only means to pressurize them into signing.
And Vincent, being a willing gambler, quickly signed his name.
"Indeed, he's a seasoned gambler. How refreshing," William smiled at Vincent's willingness to take the gamble, quite satisfied with his attitude.
"William, do you dare to compete with me again?" Vincent was unwilling to admit defeat, like a true gambler who; after losing money, wants to win it back. Furthermore, he had a few highly skilled boxers with him, so he naturally wouldn't let William leave so easily.
"Let's compete, but I don't want money. Do you have any valuable assets?" William said calmly, not interested in money but intrigued by the Miller family's assets.
"I own a 20% share of GUY Club, which is worth at least ten billion US dollars. How about that? Is this bet big enough for you?" Vincent said with bloodshot eyes, resembling a gambler who has become fixated on winning back their losses.
"So, you own a 20% share of this club?" William thought for a moment and quickly agreed. "Alright, that's the deal! If you lose again, that 20% share of the club will belong to me."
"What if I win?" Vincent persisted.
"If you win, I'll return the Flow Hotel to you, give you an additional ten billion US dollars, and, on top of that, give you the Chanel lipstick. How about that for generous?" William's mouth curled slightly.
"Do you have ten billion US dollars? Don't make empty promises," Vincent clearly didn't believe that William had ten billion US dollars. Being able to produce one billion US dollars in cash in New York would undoubtedly make him a big shot, something impossible for someone of William's age.
"Then you tell me what you want to do!" William frowned as he spoke.
"If I win, you return the Flow Hotel to me, give me the Chanel lipstick, and I won't even ask for the ten billion US dollars. Just give me the beautiful lady by your side," Vincent said, leeringly pointing at Kayla by William's side.
Kayla was seductive and enchanting, wearing a tight-fitting skirt today that perfectly showcased her figure. Coupled with her seductive and enchanting face, any man would be tempted.
Vincent, being a womanizer, naturally had ulterior motives towards Kayla.
"I'm sorry, I never use women as bets," William frowned. He didn't want to involve Kayla, but she unexpectedly stepped forward herself.
"Alright, I agree. But if you lose, don't try to avoid the debt," Kayla, though a woman, showed some courage in this situation, earning the onlookers' respect.
"Good. This lady is straightforward. Just wait, I'll go get my new boxer now," Vincent, seeing Kayla voluntarily stepping forward, was naturally overjoyed. He had been eyeing Kayla for a long time and had been thinking of how to get her, and now, this opportunity arose.
To win this gambling contest, he would be able to have her right after.
Maybe tonight, the three of them could have some fun together. Just thinking about it felt exhilarating!
Vincent went straight to the side to make a phone call and summon a new boxer, while William frowned and whispered to Kayla.
"You shouldn't have gotten involved in this."
"I believe in Sharon, she won't lose!" Kayla had so much confidence in Sharon, to the point of blind faith.
"But what if she loses?" William couldn't help but worry. Even though he had faith in Sharon, what if she actually lost?
The black boxer Baca has indeed arrived at the underground black boxing arena. His appearance instantly ignited everyone present, even other boxers followed along to watch the excitement, showing how famous Baca is in the black boxing arena.
"Damn, it's Baca. Looks like the female boxer is going to lose now."
"With Baca here, Vincent is guaranteed victory. But it must have cost a lot of money to invite him!"
"At least ten million US dollars. It's not just about having money, without the Miller family backing; Baca wouldn't have fought for Vincent."
"This is going to be exciting. I'm going to bet everything on Baca."
...
As more and more people gathered to watch, the onlookers crowded around the fourth platform, making it difficult to break through in this situation.
Seeing this, William couldn't help but frown. It would be challenging to force his way out in this situation.
William followed their gaze and looked at Baca. Baca was tall, around 6 feet 7 inches, with a bald head and a strong, muscular body. With his steady walk and bulging veins, it was evident that this person was powerful. He might be the strongest opponent Sharon has ever encountered.
"This person seems to have really trained in martial arts," William thought. If he could recruit more talented fighters like him, it would be easier to make a breakthrough in the North district.
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