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Chapter 83 Whose Little Dragon King?
Chapter 83 Whose Little Dragon King?
Fingel was holed up in the news department, staring at the evenly matched betting data on the forum, stroking his chin and thinking: This won't do, if both sides bet the same amount, how can he make a big profit?
He immediately made the decision and directed the news department to start posting articles to denigrate Lu Mingfei, spreading rumors that although Lu Mingfei could use the power of words, his hand-to-hand combat ability was extremely poor, and that in a head-on confrontation, he would be defeated as soon as either Chu Zihang or Caesar got close.
Fingel also used his privileges to pin these posts to the top. Sure enough, under his manipulation, the bets on Chu Zihang and Caesar's side skyrocketed. Seeing this, Fingel revealed a cunning smile and then decisively placed a bet of two thousand dollars on Lu Mingfei's side.
He was joking. He could tell from the farce on the train that Lu Mingfei was no ordinary person. Chu Zihang and Caesar were no match for Lu Mingfei. He just wanted to make a fortune by taking advantage of this information gap.
Seeing Chu Zihang and Caesar's bets steadily increasing, Fingel was beaming with joy, as if his whole family had been blessed. But just as he was reaching the peak of his happiness, a new betting notification popped up on the forum, abruptly interrupting his elation.
On Lu Mingfei's betting side, a new betting prompt suddenly popped up: Cambridge Folding Knife, bet 10,000 dollars.
Everyone in the school knows who Cambridge Folding Knife is; it's the headmaster Angers's ID on the Night Watchers forum.
Following closely behind, Professor Guderian and Masafumi Tomiyama also placed bets of 10,000 dollars each.
"Buhau!" Fingel's internal alarm bells rang. He grabbed the phone and yelled at the news department staff, "Quick! Shut down the betting channel right now! Immediately!"
"But Minister, there are still more than ten minutes before the betting deadline. Doesn't the rule say—" The staff member on the other end of the line was completely confused.
"Stop talking nonsense! I told you to shut it down, so shut it down! Do you still want the money I owe you?!" Fingel was sweating profusely.
These members were very dissatisfied with Fingel's failure to repay his debts and his arrogant attitude, but thinking that as long as Fingel made money this time, he could pay off all his debts, they still grumbled as they went to close the betting pool. However, after only two seconds of clicking in, they discovered something was wrong—their management privileges had been frozen, and they couldn't change any settings at all. They could only watch helplessly as Lu Mingfei's betting amount skyrocketed, multiplying several times in just a few dozen seconds.
Fingel watched this scene unfold, his teeth practically grinding in frustration. He slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Hurry up! I told you to stop the trading! Why hasn't it stopped yet?!"
"Minister! All our management accounts have had their permissions frozen! We can't stop them at all!" The member's tearful scream came from the other end of the phone, making Fingel's heart sink.
Time ticked by, and with only ten seconds left before the betting deadline, the total bets on both sides of the screen were almost even, but Lu Mingfei's side was still slightly behind. Fingel stared intently at the fluctuating numbers. Although the result was far from the huge sum he had hoped for, at least he had made a little money.
"Nine, eight, seven — three, two —" Fingel didn't blink, his fingers silently counting down the countdown on the screen, his heart pounding, praying incessantly: Just like this, please don't change, just stop here —
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Just as the countdown reached its final second and the system was about to lock the data, a glaring notification popped up in Lu Mingfei's betting area: Potato Chips, bet 100,000 dollars on Lu Mingfei.
In an instant, Lu Mingfei's total betting amount soared, easily leaving Chu Zihang and Caesar far behind.
"Ah!!!!!" Fingel's vision went black as he stared at the suddenly changing data on the screen, letting out a shrill, distorted scream. He slid back in his chair and collapsed to the floor, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, clearly on the verge of death.
In an attempt to make a big profit, he deliberately used his bookmaker privileges to double the odds for Lu Mingfei, hoping to profit from the information gap. However, his plan backfired spectacularly. As the bookmaker, he not only failed to make a single penny but also had to pay out a large sum to those who bet on Lu Mingfei to win, resulting in a significant financial loss.
Fingel collapsed to the floor, staring at the ceiling as if his whole world had crumbled. Just as he was losing all hope, his phone suddenly started ringing incessantly in his pocket. He numbly pressed the answer button, and a furious roar came from the other end: "Finger, you dog! Pay up!"
Fingel remained silent, hung up the phone, lay back down in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and began to ponder the meaning of life...
Meanwhile, in an office at the academy, Su Enxi stared at the gambling posts on the Night Watchers forum on her tablet, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight: "What kind of level is this? Daring to gamble with the boss? Don't they know what it means to crush someone with capital? I'll make you lose your underwear today!"
"Hey, Chips, stop looking at your stupid post, the boss's about to start." The voice of Mai Shude came from behind. Su Enxi immediately put down her tablet and ran to Mai Shude's side to watch the live broadcast on the monitor with her.
"By the way, where is Sanren? I just saw her here, how come she disappeared in the blink of an eye?" Su Enxi looked around and found that one person was missing.
"Stop looking, they've gone straight to the scene."
"Oh, okay."
In the academy parking lot, Lu Mingfei slowly landed on the open field on his eight-legged celestial horse. At this moment, there were already two people standing opposite each other on the field.
A man dressed in a deep red combat uniform removed his hood, revealing cascading golden hair that framed a face resembling a Greek sculpture. His eyes were a rare, icy blue, and his gaze was cold. He tossed a hunting knife through the air, seemingly playing with it.
Opposite him was a person dressed in black combat gear. He also removed his mask, revealing a head of unruly black hair, pointing in different directions with a sharp, dagger-like edge.
Upon hearing the sound of horses' hooves landing, the two turned around to face Lu Mingfei, forming a stable triangular confrontation between them.
"So you're the new S-rank? You can actually use Word of Power within the scope of the Commandments. It seems your bloodline strength is indeed worthy of the S-rank rating. You've got some skill." The blond man spoke first, his voice carrying a hint of aristocratic arrogance.
Lu Mingfei didn't reply. After jumping off his horse, he walked straight in front of the two men, first looking at the black-haired boy and confirming, "Chu Zihang?" Then he turned to the blond man opposite him, "You're Caesar?"
Chu Zihang stared at Lu Mingfei's face for several seconds, his brows furrowing slightly, before he spoke uncertainly, "Lu—"
—Lu Mingfei?
"Huh?" Lu Mingfei immediately turned to Chu Zihang, somewhat surprised. "You remember me?"
"Hmm." Chu Zihang simply nodded, without saying another word.
Lu Mingfei found it a bit strange. Given his previous arrogant demeanor, there was no way he could have been remembered by the prominent figures of Shilan Middle School back then. However, he didn't think too much about it. If they remembered him, so be it. Maybe they just had a better memory. There was nothing strange about it.
"You two... know each other?" Caesar looked at Chu Zihang and then at Lu Mingfei, his icy blue eyes filled with obvious surprise.
"Former alumni," Chu Zihang replied, his answer still brief.
Lu Mingfei turned back to examine Caesar again, finally able to take a closer look at what was so special about this legendary former fiancé of Nono.
After looking him up and down, Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up: "Hey, whose little dragon king is this?"