Chapter 683: Steamroller Hank!
Just then, the bookmaker in charge of settling tonight’s bets hurried over, sweat pouring down his face. He approached Liu Yutong and asked with respectful deference:
“Miss Liu, according to the 5-to-1 odds, your ten-million-dollar bet should pay out fifty million, but… but the available funds, along with payouts for other winners, total just over twenty million. Should we… pay you this portion first, or wait for Mr. Rossi and Mr. Miles to raise the remaining amount before paying everything at once?”
Liu Yutong didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Give me what I can collect now. As for the rest, pressure them to raise it quickly.”
She naturally had to guard against them reneging. If they decided to welch on the bet and swallow the entire amount, principal and all, she’d be taking a huge loss. This way, she could at least secure a profit of over ten million for now.
“Yes, yes, Miss Liu! I’ll handle it right away!” The dealer bowed repeatedly and scurried off.
Moments later!
Su Mansu informed Liu Yutong that ten million two hundred thousand dollars had been deposited into their account and that the check they’d issued had been retrieved.
Meanwhile.
Rossi and Miles, looking grim, began scrambling to raise and transfer funds.
The main reason they were still willing to honor the payout and hadn’t immediately turned hostile was that the matches weren’t over yet—they still had a chance to turn things around. If that opportunity disappeared, they’d most likely resort to violence. After all, what honor among thieves?
After the first match ended, the arena staff quickly cleaned the blood from the octagon cage and reset the fighting area.
As agreed, the second match was a slap contest.
The rules were simple: the two fighters would stand face-to-face and take turns slapping each other. No dodging, no retaliation. Whoever fell first or surrendered first lost.
This was purely a contest of raw power and endurance, and it was going to be brutal to watch.
But Rossi was completely confident.
Since this match didn’t allow dodging, those two monkey-like Chinese fighters’ agility would be useless. In a stand-and-take-it contest like this, his Western fighter had an overwhelming size advantage from the start!
Thinking this, Rossi smiled again. “Jess, my boy, this round will teach you what real brutality looks like!”
With that, he clapped his hands.
“Come on out! Let these kids from the East see what they’re dealing with!”
The moment he finished speaking, a side door opened and a figure slowly emerged.
When the man fully came into view, the entire arena erupted in shocked cries.
He was a behemoth—nearly two meters tall and weighing at least one hundred fifty kilograms!
His body was covered in thick fat, his neck so massive that his head seemed to sit directly on his shoulders. And his huge hands, thick as bear paws, radiated an invisible pressure just by existing.
“It’s Steamroller Hank!”
“Oh my god, Rossi actually found him!”
“I heard he once knocked out five opponents in a row in a slap contest. Three of them got concussions from a single slap!”
“Look at the size of those hands—one smack and your head’s gonna fly off!”
“Jess’s side is finished. Those two Chinese dudes could fight, but they’re not even in the same weight class as Hank!”
“The Black and White Fiends are both injured, and with their small builds, stepping up for a slap contest is just suicide!”
“They’ll probably forfeit to save their lives…”
“…”
Hank walked to the center of the arena. His massive frame cast a shadow that covered nearly half the ring.
Once on the platform, he roared like a beast at Yun Cheng and Chu Yang, “Chinese boys, which one of you dares to face me!”
The intimidation factor was immense!
Jess couldn’t help but look toward Yun Cheng and Chu Yang in the ring.
Yun Cheng and Chu Yang’s eyes were filled with grave concern.
They could fight, sure, but this kind of stand-and-trade face-slapping match came down to pure power and chin. With Hank’s build, a single slap could exceed three hundred kilograms of force. If they tried to take that head-on with their physiques, they could be seriously hurt.
But when they remembered they still had a trump card up their sleeves, the grave expressions on their faces gradually eased.
Seeing the intimidating effect of Hank’s entrance, Rossi’s confidence was largely restored. He once again taunted in Liu Yutong and Jess’s direction.
“Jess, my dear nephew, you got lucky in the first round, but this second round of slapping isn’t about flashy kung fu. See my man? Steamroller Hank—he’s got a record of slapping opponents straight into the morgue!”
“Those two Chinese boys you recruited won’t last two rounds. I’ll bet you Hank sends them to see God with one slap!”
As he spoke, he looked again at the Black and White Fiends in the ring. They’d won the first round but expended considerable energy, with bruises on their faces and bodies. Facing a power monster like Hank with his massive build, they looked to have no chance whatsoever.
The advantage is mine!
Right then, Liu Yutong suddenly spoke up.
“Mr. Rossi, since you’re so confident, I’ll bet another ten million dollars! Do you dare match it?”
Gasp!
The sound of countless gasps filled the arena again!
The gang members who had just been certain Jess’s side was doomed now snapped their heads in unison toward the mysterious Eastern woman on the second floor.
Another ten million?
How much money does she actually have? Does her family own a mint or something?
Oh wait, she just won a huge pile… never mind!
Rossi’s eyelid twitched. Here we go again!
Had this Eastern woman lost her mind?
Or did she have absolute faith in her men?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Hank was a monster he’d specially brought in from Nevada. No matter how well those two Chinese could fight, they had zero chance in a pure power contest like this!
She had to be bluffing!
Yes! Bluffing!
Rossi turned to Miles, who’d nearly come to blows with him earlier.
“Hey, brother Miles, you see that? That cocky little Eastern girl is handing us money again! A full ten million! We can win back everything we just lost, principal and interest. Hank’s a beast—those two Chinese boys are no match! So, wanna partner up again? Winner splits it fifty-fifty!”
Miles, a freshly lit cigar between his teeth, narrowed his eyes as he looked down at the mountain of flesh that was Hank, then at the two Chinese Black and White Fiends, weighing the proposition in his mind.
The Black and White Fiends’ performance in the first round had indeed surprised most people, but a slap contest was completely different. You couldn’t move, and there was no such thing as two-on-one.
Maybe this was worth a shot.
But he still had his doubts and asked in a low voice, “Rossi, are you sure your man is solid? I can’t afford another loss.”
“Absolutely!” Rossi said with full confidence.