Chapter 410 - 365: Raising the Stakes! The Mexicans’ Spying

As expected, the third match had an unexpected outcome!

Brown Bear, the fighter both Wu Yun and Takeda Nobuyoshi had favored, got careless and was caught by a switch kick from Iron Bone right at the base of his ear. He lost his balance on the spot. The pouncing Iron Bone pinned him to the ground and knocked him unconscious with two elbow strikes.

Wu Yun was left a little speechless. ’This is entirely Brown Bear’s fault for being careless. The system’s data is always just on paper; so much comes down to human factors.’

At this moment, Bashir said with some relief, "Wu! Good thing I listened to you and didn’t make a parlay bet, or that money would’ve gone right down the drain! It wasn’t a lot, but it would have ruined my mood!"

However, since Wu Yun had won big yesterday, he wasn’t bothered about his own parlay bet of one million dollars going down the drain.

Takeda Nobuyoshi, on the other hand, said glumly, "Damn it! I just lost so much of the money I’d barely managed to win!"

Hearing this, Wu Yun chuckled and said, "Don’t worry, you’re going to lose even more later! Thinking about that should make you feel better!"

Takeda Nobuyoshi instantly flew into a rage, his expression turning vicious. "If you make me lose, I’ll throw that Samurai into the sea and make him swim back to Japan!"

It was only then that Wu Yun remembered this guy didn’t seem like a good person. ’He said "organization" before,’ he thought. ’So he’s with the Japanese yakuza.’

’Still, I have no qualms about taking his money,’ Wu Yun thought. ’The yakuza can only act tough on their own turf. In Huaxia, even a fierce dragon has to lie low like a worm.’

"Haha! It’s not too late to admit defeat. I’ll even let you off with just half the bet!" Wu Yun’s words provoked Takeda Nobuyoshi even more.

Takeda Nobuyoshi’s expression was firm. "I have faith that our Japanese Samurai will win! Just you wait!"

The fourth quarterfinal match began soon after.

The two fighters from the United States showed no mercy just because they were fellow countrymen. On the contrary, they fought with real animosity.

This match, at least, didn’t surprise Wu Yun or Takeda. In an Unlimited Fighting arena, the more technically well-rounded Werewolf completely dominated the Boxer, finishing him in the second round with ground and pound.

And so, the four semifinalists were decided.

After the casino settled all bets, the host took the microphone and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes this afternoon’s matches! The semifinals will begin this evening at seven-thirty sharp!"

"We hope those of you who are interested won’t miss the matches by going out to queue for a fancy dinner!"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

"For those who don’t wish to go out, the casino has prepared a buffet for everyone in Restaurant A-1 on the B2 level!"

Wu Yun chose not to leave the casino on the B2 level, planning instead to eat at the designated restaurant.

Seeing that Wu Yun wasn’t leaving either, Bashir called out and followed him.

Takeda Nobuyoshi hesitated for a moment before following as well.

Led by a staff member, Wu Yun and his group entered a spacious hall. Several long tables were placed in the center, laden with all sorts of cold dishes. In one corner, there was also a hot food section with steam rising from it.

Wu Yun casually picked out some seafood and vegetables, with Wei Wu and the others naturally following behind him.

"Boss! Nine o’clock. The Mexican Gang is watching us again!" Wei Wu whispered as he moved next to Wu Yun, pretending to pick up some food.

Wu Yun nodded without looking in the direction Wei Wu indicated. Instead, he nonchalantly placed an Australian lobster onto his plate. "Mm, ignore them for now. They won’t dare cause trouble inside the casino."

Afterward, while eating, Wu Yun had Wei Wu occasionally split off to get more food, using the opportunity to observe the Mexicans.

However, seeing Bashir and Takeda Nobuyoshi sitting at the same table as Wu Yun, Wei Wu swallowed the words he was about to say.

Just then, the sound of a plate shattering on the floor came from one of the tables in the restaurant, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

"Fuck! I step out for a bit this afternoon on business, and you, you idiot, lose all my money!"

A white man in casual clothes was seen grabbing another, slightly shorter white man by the collar with his left hand, while continuously punching him with his right.

The shorter white man, after taking a few punches, couldn’t take it anymore. He started to fight back, yelling, "David! You’re the one who made the picks! And now you’re blaming me! I’ll teach you a lesson!"

Perhaps from watching the fights, their punches actually looked somewhat decent.

However, after they had knocked over two tables, the casino staff immediately put a stop to the farce.

Five or six burly men separated the two. Working in pairs, they hauled the brawlers out.

As the large men bent over, Wu Yun clearly saw the handguns tucked into their waistbands.

Takeda Nobuyoshi watched this scene and laughed disdainfully. "Those two idiots. If they had a grudge, they should’ve settled it on stage after the fights tonight. Now look at them, blacklisted by the casino. They’ll have a hard time ever winning their money back!"

Wu Yun popped a shrimp tail into his mouth, swallowed, and then said, "Takeda, from the sound of it, you’ve been to these kinds of betting events many times before?"

Takeda Nobuyoshi said proudly, "I don’t participate much in the card games like yesterday’s, maybe just two or three times a year. But for these fighting bets, I come whenever I get the chance!"

"You should know, I’ve almost never lost in any of the fighting tournaments held here!" As he spoke, Takeda counted on his fingers. "Last year, I came six times and won almost 25 million US dollars! That’s way more profitable than running my dojo!"

"If it weren’t for the family organization needing management, I’d want to live here permanently!"

...

"Have you scoped out the situation!?" the man with the box mustache asked.

Carlos replied in Spanish, "Boss! So far, we’ve only identified three bodyguards and one assistant or secretary!"

"What about the three bodyguards? How skilled are they?"

Carlos frowned. "It could be tricky. From the way they walk, they’re all retired professional soldiers. The one in charge seems to be the Huaxia People bodyguard."

"I got a closer look. The calluses on their hands and the backs of their hands are very thick. They don’t look like ordinary people!"

In the United States, you have to be careful of people with thick calluses on their hands, especially on the web of their thumb. It’s a clear sign of someone who frequently handles and fires guns, leaving marks from the friction.

The man with the box mustache didn’t believe these people would come to America and not buy guns. ’But if there are only three bodyguards,’ he thought, ’taking a risk for that kind of money is worth it!’

’If we could capture and kidnap Wu Yun, we’d be rich! A net worth of over a billion dollars! He’d have to give us at least fifty million in cash as ransom, right?’

"Keep watching. Have our men tail them in shifts! The moment they leave Las Vegas, follow them according to the plan!"

The man with the box mustache felt a fire ignite within him as he thought about the billionaire kidnapping plot they were about to execute.

He had only ever heard of other gangs pulling off such a feat. Now, he was about to have his own great accomplishment!

The man with the box mustache made up his mind. ’As soon as we succeed, I’ll take my men, use my cousin’s connections to get smuggled into Mexico! Then, the sky’s the limit! A wonderful life is waiting for me!’

At this thought, the man with the box mustache couldn’t help but break into a smile of longing.

...

At seven in the evening, Wu Yun and his group returned to their private booth to wait for the third round of the competition: the semifinals.

Before it was even seven-thirty, the host’s voice boomed from the speakers.

"Gentlemen! Ladies! Good evening! Welcome back to the bare-knuckle Unlimited Fighting competition hosted by the Venetians! I’m Dawson, your host for tonight!"

The entire venue was packed. Wu Yun noticed many new faces in the seats downstairs, likely wealthy people who had been invited for the evening session.

Through Takeda Nobuyoshi, Wu Yun learned that those who had received invitations before yesterday, or those with a net worth of over ten million, were all seated on the second floor. The first floor, however, had fewer restrictions. As long as you had the money and dared to place a ten-thousand-dollar bet, you could get in.

"Next up, let’s welcome our semifinalist, from Huaxia, Irooon Fiiiist!~~~~~"

"Iron Fist!"

"Iron Fist!"

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