Super Soldier in Campus-Chapter 493 498: The Bet _1

"Thank you, Brother Feng!" A relieved Long Xiaoyun quickly flashed a grateful smile.
"However, I want to change the place!" Lin Feng suddenly requested.
"Brother Feng, you can choose any place you like!" Long Xiaoyun, fearing Lin Feng might back out, hurriedly agreed.
"I want our fight to be in the ring!" Lin Feng declared.
"In the ring?" Long Xiaoyun was a bit confused. Were Lin Feng's martial arts better suited for the confined space of a ring? But he didn't ponder it any longer and said directly to Chen Qingyun, "Chen Qingyun, Lin Feng has agreed to face Long San, but he wants the fight to take place in the ring! Do you dare let Long San enter the ring?"
"What's there to be afraid of!" Without even asking Long San, Chen Qingyun laughed dismissively. "You're so confident; it looks like you've really found an expert!"
"Hmph, as if I need you to tell me!" Long Xiaoyun snorted and said to Chen Qingyun, "This time, I'm betting three million in cash on this!"
Long Xiaoyun had initially wanted to make Chen Qingyun bleed a significant amount, but firstly, he wasn't entirely confident in Lin Feng, and secondly, he worried that if he bet too much and won, Lin Feng might feel uncomfortable.
"Three million? A trifle..." Chen Qingyun sneered. He had bet tens of millions with Long Xiaoyun more than once, so a mere three million certainly didn't intimidate him.
The Tianxing Club also had an underground fighting ring, situated right in the middle of its third-floor nightclub.
Although it was daytime and not many patrons were present, the announcement of a boxing match still attracted quite a crowd, perhaps two to three hundred people drawn by the news.
When Lin Feng and Long San stepped into the ring, many in the crowd recognized Long San, and a buzz of excitement went through them.
"Isn't that sturdy guy with the buzz cut Long San? The third-ranked of the Thirteen Generals of the Qingzi Sect! It's said that Long Er is in Beijing. Here in Jiangzhou City, aside from Long Tianyi, he's the most formidable!"
"If it's Long San, then isn't the outcome obvious? His opponent is an unfamiliar kid, not even twenty years old. It seems Long San's win is already in the bag. Are they taking bets on this match? I want to place a bet!"
"Long San! Long San..."
Quite a few of Long San's fans in the audience began to cheer his name in unison.
Hearing the rhythmic chants from below, Long San slightly closed his eyes, a look of enjoyment on his face, and murmured, "Do you hear that? That's the call of victory. The fight hasn't even started, and victory is already beckoning me!"
Long San was about thirty years old, around 1.95 meters tall (approximately 6'4"), with a rugged face and a buzz cut. He wore a tight black practice suit and a smile that carried a hint of malice.
Lin Feng glanced around. There was no one else. He realized Long San was actually talking to him. What's this about victory calling him? What a clown...
Victory is always something you fight for; there's no such thing as victory waiting for you to claim it...
Since Lin Feng and Long San were in the ring, the Tianxing Club naturally set the odds. Strangely, the odds for the two fighters were very close.
The odds for Long San were 1 to 1.7, while for Lin Feng, they were 1 to 2.1.
Upon hearing the attendant announce the odds, the spectators erupted once more.
"Who on earth set these odds? Can we even play properly? An unknown young kid is up against the third-ranked of the Thirteen Generals, and his odds are only 1 to 2.1?"
"Exactly! Betting on Long San yields 1 to 1.7. Isn't that a sure win?!"
"I feel like Tianxing Club is definitely going to lose big this time! Surely many more people will bet on Long San to win! With odds of 1 to 1.7, it looks like Tianxing Club is going to take a huge hit this time!"
Once Tianxing Club announced the odds for Lin Feng and Long San, the betting activity was faithfully displayed on a large LCD screen mounted on the wall.
Under Lin Feng's and Long San's names, constantly changing strings of numbers indicated the amount of money wagered on each.
In less than five minutes, nearly three million had been bet on Long San, while the bets for Lin Feng amounted to a mere sum of less than five hundred thousand.
"Seems the audience here isn't stupid; they can tell at a glance that I'm stronger than you!" Hearing the overwhelming support for him in the crowd, Long San chuckled and said to Lin Feng, casually squeezing the ring ropes.
"Haven't you heard that truth is always in the hands of the few?" Lin Feng shook his head and said quietly.
At that moment, the amount under Lin Feng's name instantly jumped by 2.1 million, breaking the 2.6 million mark!
Seeing the sudden jump in the numbers, Lin Feng knew Wu Mei had placed his bet. That's right, this extra 2.1 million was the entire remaining balance on his card. He'd asked Wu Mei to bet it all on him to win! This was precisely why Lin Feng wanted to fight Long San in the ring; he was in a hurry to make money and wanted to bet on himself!
"Truth this, truth that—I don't get it. But I know that fists are the best argument!" Long San said nonchalantly, putting on thin boxing gloves and lightly shadowboxing a few times.
So uncultured... Lin Feng thought, looking down on Long San from his intellectual high ground.
Below the stage, Long Xiaoyun stared nervously at Yan Su and asked earnestly, "Mr. Yan, do you think Lin Feng can win this time?"
"I don't know!" Yan Su shook his head honestly. The strength of the two fighters on the stage was completely beyond him. He could neither see through Lin Feng's capabilities nor fathom Long San's true power, so he couldn't make a judgment.
"Even you can't tell? Doesn't that mean this match's outcome is simply left to fate!" Long Xiaoyun felt his spirits sink. He considered Yan Su an expert. If Lin Feng were clearly stronger than Long San, Yan Su would surely be able to tell. Now, judging by the odds, even the ring's professionals thought Long San was stronger!
"I don't know exactly how strong Lin Feng is, but I do know this: whenever there's a bet involving Lin Feng, betting on him to win is never wrong!" Yan Su stated solemnly.
"Mr. Yan, you have that much confidence in Lin Feng?" Hearing this, Long Xiaoyun's spirits rose considerably. He had always trusted Yan Su's judgment. "Should I go place a bet on Lin Feng to win too?"
"You can!" Yan Su nodded gravely. "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, Young Master. I've already bet two hundred thousand..."
Long Xiaoyun: ...
Wu Mei, who had personally swiped Lin Feng's card for 2.1 million in cash and received only a small betting slip in return, felt even more conflicted than Long Xiaoyun. That was 2.1 million, not two hundred and ten dollars, spent just like that. What if... what if Lin Feng lost?
Although it was Lin Feng's money, Wu Mei still felt a knot in her stomach. She carefully tucked the betting slip under her clothes and began looking for a good spot to watch Lin Feng's fight with Long San.
Soon, a male announcer in a tuxedo stepped into the ring, rang a bell, and declared loudly, "Betting is now closed! Lin Feng versus Long San! The deathmatch officially begins!"
"Let me test your strength!" Before the announcer had even left the ring, Long San lunged towards Lin Feng like a phantom, cackling.