Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 203: Does a Poor Ghost Deserve to Board the Ship?_1

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Does a Poor Ghost Deserve to Board the Ship?_1

Nine million Hua currency exchanged for 1.3 million US dollars’ worth of chips, which weren’t physical but merely digits residing on Xiao Ming’s room card, somewhat like taking off one’s pants to fart—unnecessarily complicated.

But such were the rules of the gambling boat: all betting, trading, and transactions had to be conducted through the props it provided. Otherwise, they would be considered invalid and not protected by the boat.

It sounded amusing, yet the reputation of the gambling boat had always been rock solid.

As long as it happened on the boat and fully complied with the rules, no matter how powerful someone was on land, they couldn’t renege or default on their debts. Otherwise, they would face endless pursuit.

Even if they died, their descendants would have to keep the promises and make reparations.

This was why many underworld dealings chose this place, even with a high commission fee of ten percent.

Xiao Ming didn’t opt for a private booth; instead, he found a seat in the public area.

The so-called public area was more like a multimedia hall.

In the dimly lit environment, not only were more than a dozen large LCD screens arranged in a fan shape surrounding the seating area, but each seat also had two additional monitors on its table.

One displayed the live odds of wins and losses for various events, and the other was naturally for broadcasting the matches.

Xiao Ming declined Candy’s suggestion to call for a girl to accompany him. After carefully reviewing all the betting odds, he chose an FA Cup match between Barnsley and Chelsea and put all his chips on a 1:0 scoreline.

"Sir, Barnsley is currently only on 13 points, on the brink of relegation, and undeniably a weak team, especially when up against the Premier League powerhouse Chelsea."

Even seasoned football fans might not have heard of Barnsley, so Candy thought Xiao Ming was betting haphazardly and kindly reminded him.

On the gambling boat, Bunny Girls weren’t merely "waitresses."

They had undergone systematic training in politics, finance, economics, sports, fashion, gossip, and so on. Although they couldn’t be experts in everything, they could at least hold a conversation on any topic the customer wanted to discuss and speak knowledgeably.

Working in the sports betting area, Candy naturally had a comprehensive understanding of sports clubs from around the world.

"Thank you!"

Xiao Ming sipped his cocktail with an "I’ve got money to burn" expression and said, "But its odds are 1:5.63. I really like this set of numbers; I feel it will bring me good luck."

Candy had heard that Han Nation people liked to attribute special significance to certain numbers. Hearing this, she didn’t say anything more, inserted Xiao Ming’s room card into the card reader on the table, and began to process the bet.

Then she also displayed the live game on the other screen.

The second half of the match had been going for over twenty minutes, and the score was still 0:0.

Xiao Ming was not a football fan and knew little, but it didn’t take long for him to see that Barnsley’s players were far inferior to Chelsea in terms of ball possession time and passing efficiency.

The only thing worth mentioning was their vigorous movement and aggressive offensive play.

Another ten minutes passed, and with the match nearly over, the score still hadn’t changed.

Candy spoke up again, "Sir, this match is a knockout game. If it goes into overtime, Barnsley’s odds might increase a bit. Would you like to place an additional bet?"

Xiao Ming shook his head: "This game will definitely not go into overtime."

"Why?"

"Because Chelsea is rubbish, and they’re going to lose."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a curse erupted from nearby: "What the fuck!"

Xiao Ming, surprised, turned his head and saw a young man standing behind the couch, displaying disdain and fury, spewing out a stream of incomprehensible words.

The man wasn’t wearing a mask, had squinting eyes, high cheekbones, a large square face, and was so ugly it could shock the heavens and move ghosts to tears. Without hearing him speak, one could tell he was a Goryeo person.

Clearly, he was a Chelsea fan and had just overheard Xiao Ming’s English conversation with Candy, so he jumped in to cause trouble.

"Sir, please watch your language." Candy stood up, polite but firm, "The gambling boat does not tolerate any unwarranted provocation against others.

If you can’t stop this behavior, I will immediately call security to escort you out!"

The stick didn’t dare to offend the gambling boat, glared at Xiao Ming fiercely, spat, and sat down on a sofa not far away.

"I’m terribly sorry for the very bad experience this has brought you," Candy bowed to Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming waved his hand indifferently, "It doesn’t matter, it’s not your fault. It’s just a filthy bug, no need to worry about it." freёwebnoѵel.com

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Xiao Ming didn’t make any effort to lower his voice, so naturally, the stick heard him, jumped up again, pointed at him and asked Candy, "He insulted me just now, that’s not unprovoked provocation, right?"

Candy’s face showed difficulty.

Xiao Ming chuckled, turned his face toward the stick, "Your behavior is very much in line with the impression your country gives to foreigners, so I generously forgave your rudeness just now.

But now it seems that was obviously a mistake.

The gambling boat forbids any fighting other than duels to the death, unless you want to join me in a trip to the boxing ring. Otherwise, our conflict can only be resolved through gambling.

Goryeo stinkbug, to gamble or to fight, what’s your choice?"

The stick’s face twitched twice, "Let’s bet on this match, one million US dollars, a draw at most, Chelsea won’t possibly lose!"

Xiao Ming sneered, "Only one million? Can a pauper even afford to be on a gambling boat?"

The stick was furious, "Then you tell me how much?"

Xiao Ming raised a finger, "Ten million US dollars. Can you afford the bet?"

The stick’s expression froze, clearly ten million dollars was enough to make him wince.

"There’s only five minutes left in the game. Bet if you have the money, fuck off if you don’t, don’t waste my fucking time!"

"Fuck you! A Han Country swine, can you even put up that much money?"

Xiao Ming gestured to Candy with a hooked finger, whispering something in her ear.

Candy’s expression changed, she hastily tapped on the keyboard for a moment, then with a shocked look, turned the monitor towards the stick.

The next second, the stick’s squinty eyes turned into round eyes. Because on the monitor was displayed a gambling boat account information with a balance of over three hundred and eighty million US dollars.

"Three minutes left," Xiao Ming checked his watch again, "Goryeo stinkbug, are you going to bet?"

The stick clenched his teeth, "Fuck! Let’s bet!"

Candy quickly pulled up the gambling boat’s private betting platform, inserted the cards for Xiao Ming and the stick, verified their identities, and transferred ten million US dollar chips each.

Of course, Xiao Ming’s share was withdrawn from that account.

He only had a limit of ten million Hua Currency for this outing, so he could only borrow temporarily from his master’s account.

As always, the old man was in jail, so there was no need to worry about being found out.

When all the operations were completed, the match had reached the last minute. The Chelsea players on the field had started to slack, but the Barnsley players were still fiercely attacking.

That stick seemed convinced the game would go into overtime, so he didn’t even bother to look at the screen, fondling the companion beside him, his mouth muttering something indecent, cursing someone.

With only ten seconds left, a Barnsley player suddenly took a long shot, with the ball flying in a parabola over the midfield and landing near Chelsea’s penalty area.

This looked like a sign of giving up, so the Chelsea defenders appeared rather lethargic, without much energy, trapping the ball and then making a sideways pass to a teammate, waiting for the last few seconds to wind down.

But just then, a Barnsley player burst out from an angle, intercepted the ball halfway, and took a shot.

It went in!

With two seconds left in the match, the score became 1:0!