Young Lord of The Dragon Sect novel Chapter 515

Inside the monitoring room, Thompson and Colletti's expressions instantly stiffened, and the smiles and excitement completely frozen on their faces.

"Fuck! In their words, fuck his mother! How can Camfil be such a loser? How can Maximilian be so powerful?" Thompson roared, picked up a chair on the side, and smashed it heavily toward the monitoring screen.

Bang!

Thompson smashed the monitoring screen into pieces. He was still angry and threw the chair at the drinking fountain next to him, breaking it into pieces.

"I really don't understand what's going on. Maximilian is stronger than I imagined. I don't think the task assigned to us by Boss is completed." Colletti said with a sad face.

"It must be done. If it can't be done, we can’t go back. If the deadline is up, your family, my family, they all have to die!" Thompson became more and more annoyed as he mentioned it.

He tore his hair vigorously with his hands, as if making himself bald would solve the problem at hand.

"My Lord, I think we need to report this to the Boss. The situation at hand is definitely not something we can handle. And I don't think anyone sent by Boss can accomplish this task."

"No! I think we can try again. If we report this, it will affect our future, our future! Do you understand?"

Colletti curled his lips slightly. Although he felt that his future was important, Maximilian was dangerous enough to endanger their lives at any time. Compared to his life, his future was nothing!

"All right, my lord, everything is at your command." Colletti gave up arguing.

Thompson closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure the person who bet 200 million dollars is related to Maximilian?"

"Sure, they came together."

"Good. When the bet is cashed out later, let's create a mess. We should arrange for someone to use a quick blood collecting device, and see if we can take the opportunity to collect Maximilian's blood."

Colletti hesitated for a moment, and then decided to listen to Thompson's arrangement, "Yes, my lord, I'll arrange it. But it's likely that this will expose us."

"Go fucking exposed. You arrange it, and we'll evacuate this place first. The boxing match is over anyway. We don't need this useless junk prop."

Colletti nodded slightly, got up, and left the surveillance room.

The audiences under the arena were all staring at Camfil, who was lying motionless on the ring.

Things had changed so quickly. The audiences, who had just been cheering and celebrating their impending victory, felt as if they had been struck by a thunderbolt and their brains went blank.

Flora was the first one to come back to senses. She cheered excitedly, "We win! Maximilian has won the match!"

After cheering, Flora stood up and pushed Canaan, who was still flabbergasted, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and cash the money! Then go and find Maximilian."

"Oh oh, yes, yes!" Canaan came to his senses and looked at the middle-aged man on the side happily, "Oh, when you recalled what you just said, did you feel ashamed? It's impossible for you to know how good my master is! "

The middle-aged man looked incomparably dejected and said with a sobbing face, "How can he be so powerful? I bet all my money on Camfil! How can Maximilian win?"

"Maximilian, they bullied us. We want to cash the bet, but they picked on us. They just don't want to cash it for us." Flora said angrily.

Maximilian raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the banker of the international underground boxing tournament would do such a dirty trick.

"You guys wait for me. I'll be right over."

"Okay, we're waiting for you. You have to teach them a good lesson!"

Maximilian smiled and hung up the phone. He said to Connor, "Are all the bankers of the boxing match underhanded?"

"It shouldn't be. The bankers of this kind of gambling are basically trustworthy. Did they refuse to cash their bets? Then I'll go with you to have a look. By the way, how much did your friend bet?" Connor asked casually.

"It's not much. I think two hundred million dollars." Maximilian looked incomparably calm.

Connor's eyelids jumped wildly, and his cheeks twitched, "Two, two hundred million dollars? My God, then no wonder this happened. It is 1 to 16. Two hundred million will become 3.2 billion. This time the banker will lose a lot."

Connor felt that Maximilian was too ruthless in this matter. If he were the banker, he would mostly also find a way to renege on the debt.

“It is estimated that the banker will receive three to four billion dollars, you are cutting the leeks of the banker this time."

"Hahaha, isn't the leek grown up for cutting? Since they dared to use me to make a bet, then they should have to be mentally prepared to be harvested." Maximilian said with a joking expression on his face.