Chapter 195: It's All Yang Huan's Fault

"boss!"

As soon as Terry Adams approached the boxing gym, the fighters who were guarding the outside of the boxing gym greeted them one after another.

"Watch closely!"

"Yes, boss!"

Terry Adams pushed open the door and walked into the boxing gym. There was a lot of space inside, and there were many boxers practicing on the stage.

As soon as they saw Terry Adams, they all stopped and called out respectfully, "Boss!"

Terry Adams nodded, didn't reply, and went directly to the second floor.

Going up the stairs, Terry Adams turned left, and the two bodyguards carried Charlene Laheri to the right.

"The boss brought back another woman."

"Blonde hair, looks pretty."

"Yeah, wait a minute, I don't know if we still have our share."

"Think beautifully."

"Fart, after the boss just played with a woman last time, he rewarded us."

"That's right, that woman is quite rambunctious. She can fight more than a dozen by herself, and she can go home after she's done."

"Really? Is it so exaggerated?"

"It's not that the woman is exaggerating, it's that these bastards are too weak!"

In the voices of the younger brothers talking and laughing downstairs, Terry Adams pushed open one of the doors.

I walked in and it was full of computers.

An operator sits in front of each computer.

"How is it?" Terry Adams asked concerned as soon as he came in.

One of them stood up and said, "Boss, so far, we have received more than three hundred million pounds of bets for this final, and as the game gets closer, more and more people are rushing to bet, It is expected to exceed 500 million.”

"Five hundred million pounds?" Terry Adams would laugh at the thought.

Although somewhat unhappy,

But it also feels good.

After all, he is not the only bookmaker in the entire European underground gambling circle.

"Not bad!" Terry Adams praised with a smile, "You can count, what kind of game result is most favorable for us?"

The purpose of manipulating the game is to maximize the benefits, preferably through kills.

But this is unlikely, so it needs to be calculated.

"Understood, we'll be ready now!"

Terry Adams thought about it, took out his cell phone, found Yang Huan's number, and called again.

"Hello!" The phone was quickly connected, and Yang Huan's voice came.

"Hello, Mr. Yang, how are you thinking?" Terry Adams asked with a smile.

Yang Huan seemed very calm on the phone, "I can cooperate with you, but I want to confirm again that they are safe and sound."

Terry Adams hummed, "Do you still have any bargaining chips?"

Ravel Morrison wasn't with him at all, so he couldn't meet Yang Huan's request at all.

As for Charlene Laheri, that beauty will soon be his ban.

"I suspect that you killed them." Yang Huan said suddenly.

Terry Adams was stunned for a moment, but he laughed quickly, "Whatever you want, you can think so, but I still advise you, there is only one life, can you afford it?"

"You'll know soon enough, I can't afford to gamble!" Yang Huan also laughed, "Mr. Terry Adams!"

Finally, when his name was spoken, Terry Adams's hand shook, and his first reaction was to hang up.

"That bastard!" Terry Adams slammed the phone on the ground.

Where on earth did he know my name?

Now that he knows his name, what else does he know?

Did he call the police?

But he quickly denied the speculation.

Tonight, the entire police force of the London Metropolitan Police is basically inclined to the upcoming FA Cup final at Wembley Stadium, and there is no way to investigate this kind of disappearance.

Really want to check, that is also after the finals.

But how did he know my name?

Suddenly, he had a very ominous feeling.

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The 2010-2011 FA Cup final will kick off at 15:00 pm on May 14th.

Just after noon, Wembley Stadium was already full of people.

Local fans from Southampton, Manchester and London have flocked here.

This is Southampton's fifth FA Cup final in its more than 100-year history.

In the previous four times, Southampton only won this championship in 1976, which is also the only significant championship trophy in Southampton history.

Interestingly, in that FA Cup final, Southampton's opponent was precisely the Red Devils Manchester United.

Southampton, who was still in the English Second Division at the time, defeated Manchester United in the end with a golden goal from Bobby Stokes before the end of extra time. This was another FA Cup history. The most talked about cold-blooded decisive battle.

After 35 years of absence, Southampton once again met Manchester United in the FA Cup final.

Thirty-five years ago, Southampton were in the second division.

Thirty-five years later, Southampton are in the third division.

Thirty-five years ago, after winning this FA Cup, Southampton was promoted to the then top league League One, and maintained its heyday without relegation for 30 years.

Thirty-five years later, can this Southampton team be able to reproduce the amazing deeds of thirty-five years ago?

This is also a big doubt for everyone before the game.

The FA arranged for the referee of this game to be the 40-year-old international referee Martin Atkinson.

The referee had previously officiated Manchester United's Premier League away game against Chelsea.

As a result, Manchester United lost 1-2 away to Chelsea in that game.

This further increases the outside world's view of the odds of Southampton being upset.

But from the odds offered by William Hill, Manchester United is still far ahead, occupying an overwhelming advantage.

Fans began pouring into Wembley Stadium one after another.

The closer you get to the field, the more people there are.

There were also many black-haired and yellow-skinned Chinese people in the crowd.

Zhuang Ziqing and Feng Jiu were lined up in the crowd, waiting to enter.

"Miss, we can just watch it at home, why come here to squeeze?" Feng Jiu grumbled.

I really don't understand, what's so good about football games?

So many people, is it interesting?

Zhuang Ziqing didn't answer her question, but replied lightly, "If you don't like it, you can go back by yourself."

Feng Jiu had nothing to do now, she really didn't dare to leave Zhuang Ziqing alone.

But he muttered, "I see, you just want to see him!"

"What did you say?" Zhuang Ziqing immediately changed her face.

"Nothing!" Feng Jiu immediately covered her mouth.

Now, the word Yang Huan is taboo, and many times, even the word him cannot be said.

I really don't understand, is this girl's mind necessary to make it so complicated?

Waiting in line to get in is very boring, so some savvy people know how to take the opportunity to make some extra money.

"Hello, I'm from William Hill, betting? Live betting, live voting, soon!" A guy who looked like a scalper asked all the way.

It seems that a lot of people have bet on it.

Zhuang Ziqing reached into her pocket, took it out, saw some change, and was a little happy.

"Ajiu, why don't we buy some too?"

Feng Jiu was dumbfounded, "Miss, do you want to bet?"

This is really the sun coming out in the west.

Didn't the lady hate gambling the most in the past?

What about ten bets and nine cheats?

Why do you want to bet now?

"Just for fun, and if you don't bet heavily, it's just a few dollars." Zhuang Ziqing defended herself with a smile.

"Besides, I've heard people say that being a fan is all about supporting a team, and it's fun to be emotional. I don't have a favorite team, so betting and playing, at least there is hope."

Feng Jiu definitely didn't believe it.

Is this really what the lady really thinks?

Even she noticed that the lady must be buying Southampton!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing to herself, waiting to see a good show.

Support him and say directly, is it necessary to make it so complicated?

Zhuang Ziqing didn't dare to say more, she turned around, and when she saw the betting person, she waved and called him over.

"What are you buying tonight?" Zhuang Ziqing asked.

"It depends on which team you like."

Zhuang Ziqing hummed twice, "I don't have a favorite team."

"Then buy Manchester United, the giants, Ferguson has given up. If he doesn't kill Southampton tonight, he won't go back to Manchester!"

"yes?"

"Listen to me right, Manchester United is a giant, Southampton is a League One team, how can Manchester United play?"

Zhuang Ziqing was not happy when he heard it, "Who said that Southampton is not enough for Manchester United to play, I will buy Southampton!"

The guy who made the bet was weird, didn't he say he didn't like the team?

Sounds like a Southampton diehard?

"I..." Zhuang Ziqing looked at the money in her hand and felt that it was not enough, so she put her hand into her pocket again, "I've already bet, so I'll bet on Southampton to win!"

The bettor was a little stunned. "Miss, it's hundreds of pounds."

To say this money, put it in the hands of ordinary fans, it is enough to buy a season ticket for a whole season.

"I know, they all bet!" Zhuang Ziqing also got angry.

Feng Jiu was behind her, secretly laughing in her heart.

In fact, this lady's mind is already very clear, but why is it that she refuses to admit it?

Soon, the formalities were completed, the bets were placed, and the betting tickets were given. Before leaving, the man shook his head and sighed, wishing Zhuang Ziqing good luck.

It felt as if Southampton had already lost.

It's no wonder, no matter how good Southampton is?

They are Manchester United who just won the league championship and reached the Champions League final at the same time!

Ferguson is also a famous cunning and cunning in world football!

Such a person, such a combination, will lose?

What an international joke?

"The dog sees people as inferior, and thinks that they are low-level, so they think they will lose!" Zhuang Ziqing complained very indignantly.

Feng Jiu laughed, "That's right, don't look at it, that's our future uncle!"

Zhuang Ziqing's face flushed red, and she turned her head fiercely, staring at Feng Jiu, "What did you say? Believe it or not, I tore your mouth?"

"Oh, don't say it, don't say it!" Feng Jiu quickly covered her mouth.

But that look clearly revealed a meaning.

I don't say it, but I can think about it!

Zhuang Ziqing is depressed, why is it like this?

In the end, she felt that it was all Yang Huan's fault!

At this moment, above Zhuang Ziqing's head, in one of the executive meeting rooms at Wembley Stadium.

Nicola Cortez found Sun Yue in a hurry.

"Old Sun, where is Young Master Huan?"

Sun Yue is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall, overlooking the crowd pouring into the entrance of the stadium.

Hearing what Nicola Cortes said, he shook his head, "I don't know either."

"How does this work? It's already thirteen o'clock, and the game will start in two hours!"

Nicola Cortez lost his temper.

"People from the FA just came to me and told me that Prince William and Princess Kate will come to the scene later to supervise the battle. They also hope that the FA will arrange and want to meet Young Master Huan."

When Sun Yue heard this, he smiled happily.

The British royal family arranged for the prince to attend the FA Cup final, which has always been the practice in the past.

"You said, why would Prince William and Princess Kate want to see Young Master Huan?" Nicola Cortez asked strangely.

Usually the royal family generally does not have too much contact with the outside world.

"Who knows?" Sun Yue still laughed, "Maybe Princess Kate thinks that our young master Huan is handsome and has a crush on him!"

Nicola Cortez almost burst out laughing.

Is this possible?

Don't say there is no such possibility, even if there is, Prince William is still there.

Who knows, the following sentence from Sun Yue made him even more broken. ()