Chapter 2622 The Bet!

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"You damn monkey, do you believe I could crush you right now...?"

Maler's violent muscles were on display, looking truly intimidating, gritting his teeth with a fierce expression, completely dismissing Qin Fang and Li Qun, and he arrogantly shouted.

"I don't believe it!"

Qin Fang straightforwardly shook his head and said.

There are indeed some people in this world who could kill him with a single finger, but this black fatty is definitely not one of them. It could even be said the opposite; Qin Fang could slap him into mincemeat.

"Uh..."

Such a reply left Maler speechless, stuck in his throat. He was fantasizing about Qin Fang and Li Qun kneeling and begging him for mercy, yet he received such an answer, almost causing him to fall off his chair.

"This Dragon Country person seems quite unusual... Things are getting interesting now!"

"Will they actually start fighting?"

"Probably not... This is, after all, the territory of the Sicilian Mafia. If there's real trouble, the consequences will be dire!"

Seeing the conflict arise here, the gamblers around the table immediately stepped back a bit, discussing among themselves, but none of them wanted to jump into trouble... The Venetian Hotel is backed by the Sicilian Mafia, and they definitely can't afford to mess with that.

"Black coal, do you want to play or not? If you're not betting, then leave early..."

Qin Fang ignored Maler's provocation, smiling as he asked, then straightforwardly placed a few bets on the player side... He noticed earlier that Maler bet on the banker, purposely going against him.

"Hmph... Now I'm in a good mood, once I win the money I'll give you a lesson!"

Maler's expression changed slightly, noting that the casino's security was approaching... Even though he's a star, in the eyes of the Mafia here, he's just an ordinary gambler.

If real trouble occurs, it would definitely lead to his mysterious disappearance...

Maler dared not cause a bigger commotion, but his spiteful mouth didn't stop, still speaking forcefully.

"Hehe... Little monkey, why don't we make a bet against each other?"

He noticed the pile of chips next to Qin Fang, mostly at least 1,000 US dollars, with larger ones worth 10,000, 50,000. Just a glance revealed that there were at least over 300,000 US dollars worth of chips, and he couldn't resist provoking.

"Bet against me?"

Qin Fang laughed, his intention to challenge Maler on the gambling table was clear, now it was all going according to plan. He glanced at Maler's chips, and dismissively said, "With your chips? Do you think you're sending beggars away?"

Though he said that, Maler indeed had plenty of chips in front of him, at least tens of thousands of US dollars worth, with many small denomination ones, looking like a large pile but truly not outmatching Qin Fang's.

"These are just from my recent winnings, if you want to bet against me, name the amount and I'll make it up..."

Maler, this black fatty, had a venomous mouth but his net worth was undeniably high.

He's considered one of the star players in the NBA, though not at the top like a few elite athletes, his annual income is over 10 million US dollars, how could he be short on cash?

"I post an amount, and you match it?"

Qin Fang asked smilingly.

"Of course..."

Maler didn't think twice, responding boldly.

Besides playing ball, his biggest hobby was gambling... He's a regular in Las Vegas, especially during the season break, he spends days here and doesn't even return home.

Because of this, Maler often encountered gamblers from Dragon Country...

His biggest impression of these gamblers... Silly but rich!

Moreover, most of them are officials, squandering national, public funds, when they get crazy, slapping down 10 million US dollars without batting an eye...

Many in Las Vegas love targeting these "big spenders," Maler once benefitted from this and always hoped for another one or two times... So upon noticing Qin Fang and Li Qun, the two Asian faces, speaking in Chinese at the gambling table, he immediately mocked and provoked.

"I heard you're an NBA star?"

Qin Fang asked the black fatty with a smile, "Then your income must be quite high... How about this, I won't bully you too much, 10 million bet!"

Speaking, Qin Fang signaled to Li Qun, who understood and prepared to fetch the chips.

Of course, this awaited black fatty Maler's agreement.

"Hiss~~~"

Upon hearing such a figure, Maler's expression froze, while those gamblers around couldn't help but gasp... The Venetian Hotel is quite high-class, but its casino doesn't set any barriers; anyone can come here to gamble.

However, among the casino visitors, truly wealthy individuals are indeed very few... More often, it's those average-stature gamblers who form the main clientele, each prepared with a not-so-large gambling fund for some fun.

If they win, everyone will naturally be delighted.

If they lose, they were already mentally prepared for it...

So usually the bets are just a few hundred or a few thousand dollars, maybe tens of thousands for the slightly better-off ones... Even for a star like Maler, he initially just played with tens of thousands of dollars, the extra hundreds of thousands were simply his winnings.

Now, Qin Fang, seemingly provoked by Maler, coolly upped the ante to 10 million... Many might not make this much in a lifetime, but Qin Fang looked so calm, as If it were just plucking a leaf.

"You're not talking about... RMB, are you?"

Maler was also taken aback.

Despite his claims of a million-dollar annual salary, America's heavy taxes mean he only actually gets a few million; he doesn't splurge on things like mansions, luxury cars, and yachts like other superstars, but he still spends quite a bit at the casino.

Currently, even if he maxes out all his liquid funds and fixed assets, he barely has 10 million dollars... perhaps even slightly less.

But, staring at Qin Fang's calm face, he was quite furious, immediately retorting... Although the RMB has appreciated significantly, 10 million RMB is less than two million dollars, which he wouldn't mind at all.

However, wanting to fleece a fat sheep, he secretly hoped Qin Fang was referring to 10 million US dollars.

"Of course it's US Dollars..."

Qin Fang nonchalantly replied, "If you want to convert to euros, that works too... British pounds are also fine, it's up to you..."

As he spoke, Qin Fang casually pulled out a checkbook from his pocket, quickly scribbled a series of numbers, tore it off with a rip, "This is a $10 million Citibank cashier's check, cashable at any time..."

"It's real..."

Among the gamblers, someone working within the banking industry quickly confirmed upon seeing the check.

"Hiss~~~"

The gamblers had already found this gambling duel quite astonishing, thinking the two were just exchanging harsh words, yet Qin Fang unexpectedly and straightforwardly signed the check.... So, in shock, everyone turned their gaze towards Maler.

This betting duel was instigated by Maler, but with Qin Fang having accepted the challenge, the pressure was on Maler's shoulders...

"This..."

Maler too was taken aback by Qin Fang's bold check-signing move, suddenly feeling he might have stirred up a hornet's nest, leading to some hesitant uncertainty...

With the world gambling championship about to commence, top-notch gambling experts worldwide were converging in Las Vegas. He was slightly worried that this young man sitting opposite wasn't here to compete as a Gambling King?

"Or maybe a disciple of the Gambling King?"

Maler felt a bit intimidated... His mouth may be foul, but he's not stupid; anyone could see there was something wrong with this setup— it was a trap blatantly placed before him, to jump into it would surely be foolishness.

"What's that? Getting cold feet?"

Noticing Maler's hesitation, Qin Fang revealed a sardonic sneer; his tone was quite mocking,

"Had I known you'd cower like this, I wouldn't have even bothered talking to you, a waste of my expressions... As I said, these just-liberated serfs have gained some muscles, yet not much brain! Li Qun, we're leaving..."

These words were like sharp knives, piercing into Maler's heart... Those previously racially tinted remarks from Maler were now all thrown back at him by Qin Fang, with no one offering sympathies.

"Wait a second..."

As Qin Fang and Li Qun were about to leave, Maler suddenly seemed to see something, immediately yelping, "I'll accept the 10 million dollar bet, but I have a request..."

"Go ahead..."

Qin Fang wasn't bothered, and signaled with a smiling nod.

"I request to have someone else gamble for me..."

Maler immediately stated.

"No problem..."

Qin Fang agreed readily.

"Young Master Qin..."

Li Qun was taken aback, and instinctively tried to stop him, but as soon as the words left his mouth, Qin Fang shot him a look that silenced him... Yet, this reaction was clearly seen by Maler and all the other gamblers present.

"Alright..."

Maler wouldn't miss such a good opportunity and immediately pulled out his own checkbook, quickly jotting down a series of numbers, "Here's my $6 million cash check, and I have a mansion in Beverly Hills worth around $20 million... I've already paid 4 million dollars." (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)