Chapter 58
Cheating
"Who? Him?!"
After Qin Mo finished speaking, everyone was stunned for a moment.
Then, everyone burst into laughter.
"Is he crazy? How desperate is he to give his girlfriend away?"
"Haha, who doesn't know that this is just a slave used to warm up Bjergsen?"
"That kid was almost beaten to death, and he still won?"
Even Zhuang Xue'e was so angry that she pinched Qin Mo's waist: "What are you doing? How could you choose someone like that? That kid has no chance of winning!"
The difference in size alone is enormous.
Compared to Bilsen, those chosen by Qin Mo were practically like bean sprouts.
Not to mention, Bilson is a martial artist at the Vajra Realm!
Zhu Wei and the others burst into laughter.
"Kid, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. You'd better think this through."
Zhu Wei casually pointed at Bjergsen: "Then I'll choose Bjergsen."
"If you lose too badly, you won't have a chance to cheat."
Qin Mo's expression remained firm: "I have no regrets, I've chosen him."
"At the same time, if he wins, then I will take this person with me."
Seeing that Qin Mo was actually courting death, Zhu Wei couldn't wait to agree.
"Okay! No problem!"
"He's just a slave; I have plenty more like him on Golden Beach."
"If he wins, you can take him away."
But is it possible for him to win?
Zhuang Xue'e was extremely anxious and wanted Qin Mo to change his mind.
Seeing Qin Mo's resolute expression, she could only sigh, "Fine, whatever you say. I'll call my grandfather later..."
Even if Zhu Wei's father were present, the old man couldn't do anything to them since he came in person.
Qin Mo remained calm: "No need, he will win."
After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on the boy.
At this moment, the boy was being brutally beaten by Bilson.
Seemingly for the sake of entertainment, Bjergsen did not knock him out, and instead played a cat-and-mouse game with him.
Because of the bet between Qin Mo and Zhu Wei, this competition, which was originally a foregone conclusion, suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention.
Zhu Wei shouted at Bjergsen in the arena, "Bjergsen, finish this quickly, kill this kid, and I'll add another million to your appearance fee!"
On the field, Bjergsen instantly became like he was on steroids, punching the boy in the face.
In an instant, the boy was sent flying, his body slamming heavily to the ground.
Viktoria Plzeň roared and taunted the sidelines, eliciting cheers from the crowd.
"Haha, isn't the difference in strength just too huge?"
"That kid must be out of his mind, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen someone like that."
"Are you kidding me? If this slave can beat Bjergsen, I'll eat shit in public!"
Zhuang Xue'e was also terrified. Let alone winning, it would be difficult for that slave to even survive.
Only Qin Mo remained indifferent.
He looked at the slave with an air of composure, especially his wolf-like eyes.
He once had eyes like that too.
Eyes that cannot lose, eyes that cannot fall.
Sure enough, although the slave was knocked away time and time again, he was able to get up again each time.
It should have been a quick victory, but it dragged on for a long time.
Zhu Wei's face suddenly turned ugly, and he roared at Bilsen:
"Bilson, what are you waiting for? If this doesn't end soon, you're going back to Tyran!"
Upon hearing this, Bjergsen erupted once again.
He charged straight at the boy like an angry polar bear.
Many people closed their eyes, thinking that the slave was surely dead.
But Qin Mo curled his lips into a smile: "Now is the time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy, who was already covered in blood and staggering, suddenly pulled away, dodging Bilson's attack, and threw a punch!
This was the first time the slave had thrown a punch since he had been beaten.
Nobody thought he could win, but his punch landed squarely on Bjergsen's temple!
--boom!
With a loud bang, Bjergsen's tall body trembled and he collapsed!
"Damn it! Bilson, get the hell up here!"
Zhu Wei had a chair brought over and was leisurely drinking, waiting to enjoy the beauty in his arms.
Upon seeing this, he jumped up and started cursing.
But no matter how much he cursed, Pilsen fell to the ground and never got up again.
At the same time, blood flowed from his mouth and nose.
The court fell silent. The referee rushed over to check and was shocked.
"Pilsen, he... he's dead!"
"What?!"
--boom!
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, and the quiet room erupted.
Zhuang Xue'e was so excited she almost jumped up and hugged Qin Mo's neck.
"He won? He actually won!"
"Qin Mo, you're amazing!"
"You're simply a god!"
As she spoke, she even gave Qin Mo a quick kiss on the cheek.
Qin Mo, who was originally calm, quickly pulled her off him after being kissed like that.
"Ahem, Miss Zhuang, that's going too far."
However, Zhuang Xue'e's eyes were sharp, and her gaze towards Qin Mo sparkled with stars.
"That's not an exaggeration at all! You're absolutely amazing!"
"How did you do that?"
"Do you possess some kind of magical power, allowing you to command things with your words?"
After all, the gap between that boy and Bjergsen was simply too great.
Qin Mo said helplessly, "If I could make my words come true, I would be the richest man in the world right now."
He bet that the boy would win because he could tell that the boy had a foundation in martial arts.
Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, that boy might have been an assassin in the past.
At the very least, they were trained to be top-tier assassins.
Although it is unknown why he ended up in Jinshatan and became an insignificant slave.
However, his qualifications are very good.
Killing Bjergsen would be more than enough.
However, he did not intend to tell Zhuang Xue'e any of this.
Their intimacy, however, became a burning thorn in Zhu Wei's eye.
He almost crushed the wine glass in his hand.
Actually, he is not short of beautiful women. Even if Zhuang Xue'e is extremely beautiful, she is not worth his trouble.
But how could he swallow this insult after being humiliated in front of so many people?
The people behind him were talking amongst themselves, all discussing how he had lost the bet.
The women were furious for Zhu Wei, guessing that the slave must have cheated.
But with so many people in front of him, Bjergsen's defeat was clear and undeniable, and no one could refute it.
Qin Mo turned to Zhu Wei: "Young Master Zhu, right? As agreed, I won, and it's your turn to fulfill your promise."
Zhuang Xue'e also put her hands on her hips: "That's right! You lost. You're not planning to renege on your debt, are you?"
Zhu Wei's face turned ashen. He abandoned his previous arrogant demeanor and silently glanced at Qin Mo and the other man.
While they were locked in a standoff, a graceful figure was sitting in another private room on the second floor.
Ye Hongyan wore a dark red cheongsam, her long legs crossed, and she casually held a glass of wine in her hand.
She smiled slightly and shook her head: "Still too naive..."
The young girl next to her asked, "Sister, that kid has really offended Zhu Wei. Aren't we going to step in?"
"No rush." Ye Hongyan smiled calmly: "I will step in when he is desperate, and that will win his true loyalty."
"See? Zhu Wei is going to cheat."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhu Wei let out a cold laugh.
"Lost? Who said that?"
Zhuang Xue'e frowned: "What do you mean?"
Zhu Wei chuckled wickedly, "What I mean is, if that kid dies too, then Bilson won't have truly lost..."