Chapter 575 - : Ben Freud
Chapter 575: Ben Freud
Well, no sh*t.
The first time Gaia ate it, she hadn’t activated her bloodline yet, so she’d almost died.
Now, she didn’t have any negative effects. Instead, the demonic power instead would give her more pure strength.
So, of course it would taste better.
Tiger watched as Chen Zhao and Gaia ate and drank on the lakeside.
He wanted to too, but he couldn’t mess with them.
In addition to them, there was also something in the water that he couldn’t mess with.
Thankfully, this big guy usually didn’t move.
Princess came over to smooch off their food again.
Gaia grabbed a piece of meat and gave it to Princess.
To be honest, she was quite thankful towards Princess.
If not for her, Gaia would never experience this kind of feeling.
Superhuman strength was indeed able to make someone euphoric.
Others couldn’t do something, but she could.
That was all people wanted.
A while later, Tiger rested on the side of the lake. “Mr. Chen, Gaia, I can’t swim anymore.”
Tiger was fit, but because of his physique, he couldn’t do endurance training well.
It was like how a fat person’s weight was extra weight when exercising.
“Okay, come up now,” Chen Zhao said.
Tiger could finally come back on land.
He couldn’t help but gulp when he saw Chen Zhao and Gaia drink and feast.
“Drink some water first.”
“Mr. Chen, can I eat something?”
Chen Zhao and Gaia obviously couldn’t let Tiger eat the meat.
He would die.
“There’s something in the meat that would affect your competition, so you can’t eat it,” Chen Zhao said. “But you can eat some fruit. I have quite a lot. It will be good for you.”
“Okay.”
Tiger was a carnivore, but it was good enough that he had food now.
“After eating, fight with Princess. Oh, don’t hit her head or else she’ll bite you.”
“Huh?” Tiger stared at Princess’ terrifying body.
How could they fight? Would his fists have any effect on her fat?
“You can’t keep hitting beanbags. You can view Princess as the strongest opponent in your entire career.”
“Mr. Chen, even the strongest boxer won’t be able to take a punch from Princess.”
“You have to surpass all the boxers, so you obviously have to choose the strongest opponent. Stop talking.”
“Fine.” Tiger wanted to cry.
“Gaia, arrange a place for Tiger to stay before the competition. Don’t let him be out in public.”
Gaia knew that Tiger couldn’t be out in public.
He might get attacked by the bankers again. If he was attacked again, he might get killed.
After all, this was related to millions of dollars and even more bets.
If those crazy and heartless bankers dared to attack Tiger, they definitely wouldn’t mind killing either.
They’d thought that breaking Tiger’s arms would be enough.
He would never appear in the ring a few days later.
If they knew that Tiger had recovered, they would commit even worse crimes.
It was like how bankers kidnapped a soccer player’s family before the World Cup to threaten the player.
…
“Boss, I think that Tiger’s trainer took him out of the hospital.”
“Whatever, don’t bother with him,” Ben Freud said indifferently.
To Ben, he didn’t have to care about a disabled man anymore.
In reality, he didn’t want to carry out this plan.
A strong boxer’s value was far more complicated than a single competition.
Ben had wanted to get long-term control of Tiger.
Then Tiger would work for him. As long as he got proof of Tiger faking his fighting, he would have blackmail material to control Tiger for life.
In the future, he would be able to give Tiger orders at any point in a competition.
This way, he’d have perfect control over every competition.
His profits would be the highest too.
Unfortunately, Tiger didn’t plan on cooperating.
This annoyed Ben.
Of course, for the competition in four days, he’d already received three million dollars in bets.
He planned to wait two more days and publicize the information when more people placed their bets.
This way, he would earn more money.
But the news was publicized the second day.
This meant he’d make less money.
Ben thought that Tiger must’ve figured out his goal and contacted the media himself.
He wanted to give Tiger more trouble—capture him and teach him a lesson.
But Tiger was already in hiding, so Ben gave up on that.
There was no point in fighting with a disabled man.
“Boss, after we adjusted the odds, the bets for Tiger are still more than $500,000. Three of the bets are $50,000. Will there be any problems?”
“Ha… What problems?” Ben said, not agreeing. “They just think that it’s fake news, so they want to go for the smaller odds. There are always gamblers at our bank. This time, there’s just a few more. No need to get scared. Why should we refuse them if they’re willing to give us money?”
It was possible to win big with small odds, but it was very rare.
Plus, in handicaps like this where the bankers control the result, the chances were practically zero.
Why else did people say you lose 90% of all bets?
These gamblers were mostly all bankrupt, because bankers would never lose.
They always had a reason behind their odds.
Take Ben for an example.
In the beginning, he put the odds as 1.7 to 1 to attract gamblers to bet on Tiger.
Then he would use illegal methods to disqualify Tiger from the competition.
This way, he would make profit without any worry.
…
For the next three days, Tiger was stuck in the gym the entire time.
Gaia closed the gym to cover things up.
Of the entire gym, only Ola knew what was happening.
She’d also listened to Gaia’s suggestion and bet some money with the bankers.
However, Gaia and Chen Zhao bet money to mess with Dawson Bank.
Ola bet with others, sometimes a few thousand, other times close to $10,000.
This way, she wouldn’t catch the attention of the bankers.
Ola looked like an office worker, but she was just as involved in the gray areas as Gaia.
Tiger trained like crazy. Anger burned in him.
Gaia could see the difference in Tiger.
His eyes had sharpened and even looked cruel.
Before, Tiger had controlled his strength like Chen Zhao.
But in the three days of confinement, he’d already broken a dozen sandbags.