Chapter 682: Black and White Fiends!
Chu Yang’s “Who else!” shattered the air like a thunderclap!
In an instant, the entire venue fell into dead silence.
Even quieter than when Liu Yutong placed her ten-million-dollar bet!
All the gang members, whether from the Corallo Family or Hell’s Angels, seemed to have their throats gripped by an invisible hand—no one could make a sound.
Their widened eyes were filled with shock, horror, disbelief, and a trace of fear.
They won?
Those two Chinese fighters, clearly at a physical disadvantage and written off by almost everyone, had actually won?
And in such a brutal fashion, they’d offed Bonecrusher and Iron Fist, two notoriously vicious fighters!
WHOOOOSH!!!
After the brief silence, the venue erupted!
“God! They actually did it!”
“That was brutal, so fucking awesome!”
“Bonecrusher and Iron Fist were brutally taken out, oh my god!”
“These two Chinese are like Asuras crawling out of hell! Gods of death!”
“Five-to-one odds, I bet five hundred on Jess’s side, I’m rich! Hahaha!”
“I bet two thousand! Five-to-one is ten thousand dollars! Hell yeah!”
“That Eastern girl bet ten million dollars! Five times… that’s fifty million! Fifty million dollars!”
“If only I’d bet on these two Chinese guys too…”
“From today on, the San Francisco underworld must remember these two names…”
“……….”
Amid the chaotic chatter, a gang member who seemed to understand Eastern culture suddenly stood up, looking at Yun Cheng and Chu Yang with fanatical eyes.
“I know this kind of teamwork, I’ve seen it in the East before. This is true Chinese martial arts. These two aren’t ordinary people—they’re true Chinese martial artists!”
“Did you see the emblem on their chests? That dragon—in the East, the dragon is the supreme symbol. So these two should be called… the Black and White Fiends!”
“Yes, yes! Black and White Fiends!”
“That nickname fits perfectly!”
“From today on, everyone will remember this name—Black and White Fiends!”
“……”
Liu Yutong: ???
As one of the few who could fully understand the foreign language, Liu Yutong’s lips twitched involuntarily upon hearing Yun Cheng and Chu Yang forcibly saddled with such an over-the-top nickname.
What the hell? Black and White Fiends? What kind of nonsense is this?
Meanwhile, Rossi’s face couldn’t get any darker—it was almost turning purple.
He never imagined that the fighters he’d hired at great cost would lose so thoroughly!
And that wasn’t even the worst part—the real killer was his massive loss this time!
With a fifty-million-dollar bet, even with Miles and other bettors sharing the burden, he himself had to fork out at least ten million dollars!
Miles beside him didn’t look any better—this was a huge loss of face and a massive financial hit.
What unsettled him even more was the cold, efficient, almost militaristic fighting style displayed by these two Easterners, and the terrifyingly calm Eastern woman behind them who’d casually thrown down millions.
Who would have thought that self-proclaimed peaceful Eastern nation had such a powerful gang.
With such powerful support for Jess, Rossi was in serious trouble today.
“Trash! All useless trash!!”
“I spent so much money! So many resources! And this is how you repay me? All of you can go to hell!!!”
Driven mad by rage, Rossi made a shocking move that left everyone stunned!
Just as medical staff were hurriedly carrying Bonecrusher and Iron Fist out of the octagon…
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Several deafening gunshots suddenly rang out from the second floor.
Everyone looked up in horror to see Rossi with a twisted face, holding a silver Desert Eagle pistol with smoke still rising from the barrel.
The stretchers carrying Bonecrusher and Iron Fist now had several large bullet holes in their chests—they were truly, completely dead now.
The venue fell silent; everyone was shocked by Rossi’s insane act.
Even Miles, the second-in-command of Hell’s Angels, was startled and shouted, “Rossi, have you lost your mind?!”
Rossi whipped around, the gun barrel almost pointing at Miles’s face. “Excessive? My fighters lost, I lost over ten million dollars! I might even lose my chance to compete for family leadership, and you’re telling me I’m being excessive?!”
“If you hadn’t suggested this two-on-two nonsense, would I have lost?”
“You should bear this loss!”
“What did you say?!”
Miles’s face grew even darker. The Hell’s Angels members behind him immediately stepped forward, hands on their waists.
The atmosphere instantly became tense!
“Rossi, what do you think you’re doing?!”
At that moment, a middle-aged man stood up to stop him.
This was Antonio, one of the Corallo Family’s elders and its most respected one.
“Put the gun down!”
Rossi gritted his teeth: “Uncle Antonio, I…”
“I said, put the gun down!”
Antonio said coldly: “By the rules, guns are forbidden today. Have you forgotten?”
“Your actions only shame the Corallo Family. Everyone is watching right now—where can we put our faces?”
Under the cold gazes of several elders, Rossi finally and very reluctantly handed the Desert Eagle to someone else.
But he didn’t forget to threaten Jess: “My dear nephew, don’t think winning the first round means you’re secure. I won’t give you any more chances!”
Jess didn’t back down: “Dear uncle, I return those exact words to you. With my great-grandma here overseeing things, you’re destined to have no chance of a comeback!”
Hearing this, Rossi looked at Liu Yutong again, his eyes like knives stabbing at this Eastern woman.
Liu Yutong acted as if she hadn’t seen it, ignoring his gaze. Instead, she quietly asked a black-clad subordinate next to her in Chinese, “Did you get Rossi’s shooting on camera?”
The subordinate nodded. “Young Mistress, full HD recording, including his roar before firing and his expression after. The clarity is more than sufficient as evidence.”
Liu Yutong nodded.
With this footage, if Rossi got desperate and tried to take everyone down with him, they could pin Iron Fist and Bonecrusher’s deaths entirely on Rossi—after all, he was the one who shot them.
Public murder in the United States would be enough to put Rossi away for decades.
This effectively served as insurance for Yun Cheng and Chu Yang. After all, she wasn’t certain whether Iron Fist had truly died from Chu Yang’s strike. Now that Rossi had delivered the coup de grâce, it firmly established him as the killer and eliminated any potential legal risks for Yun Cheng and Chu Yang.
So not only wasn’t she angry at Rossi’s gaze, she was even somewhat grateful to him.
What a great guy!
After confirming the recording, she looked toward Lan Die’s position.
This girl seemed to have a naturally low presence—no one had noticed her standing in the shadows of a load-bearing column not far from Rossi.
This was just a precaution. After all, Rossi had actually hidden a gun. Though he’d turned it in now, no one dared gamble that he didn’t have a second or third weapon.
If this guy really couldn’t accept defeat and started a shootout, Lan Die could strike first and capture the ringleader!