Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

"Damn Japs!"

"Take your mother in my mouth!"

"What the hell is the All-Japan Champion? He's a total trash champion!"

"No wonder they couldn't win World War II, all they do is brag. What kind of professional player are they? They're professional braggarts!"

"Why didn't that little boy blow you all up back then? What Showa men? Showa nuclear waste, you peace-making traitors."

"Still practicing boxing? Did your master's wife teach you that style?!"

As soon as the news spread from inside the stadium, those outside who had bet on the Japanese to win completely lost their composure, pulling out their tickets, tearing them to shreds, and cursing wildly.

All 20 members of the Flying Tigers placed bets, but in different places. Some bought from private betting platforms run by the three major triads near their homes, while others had someone help them buy bets in Macau.

When the results came out, four people broke down on the spot. They had borrowed a lot of money, some even from loan sharks, betting that Yosuke Sato would definitely win.

A professional boxer with 15 years of experience, dozens of ring appearances, and a win rate of nearly 90%, with a win rate of 98% in the last two years, how could he possibly lose to a street thug?
The advantage is in my hands; I see absolutely no chance of losing!
Of course, you should buy into such a sure-win betting platform. To earn even more, many people buy from private platforms owned by the three major forces.

Unlike the Grand Lisboa Casino in Macau, the Grand Lisboa Casino only earns a cut, and its odds are adjusted in a timely manner to ensure that the casino always makes a profit.

However, the three major gangs were different. All three had professional boxing coaches training with Wang Yaotang and had great confidence in him. Naturally, they didn't care about any odds adjustments. In order to get more people to bet on Sato Yosuke, they deliberately raised the odds and then frantically spread rumors that the odds would be lowered soon.

In addition, the promotional brochures and the fact that Wang Yaotang actually had no track record of winning all misled some gamblers.

"Ah Cheng, how much did you actually bet? Didn't you only bet 10000? If you save a little this year, you can make up for the loss." Wang Yaotang's teammate, who bet 3000, comforted him, "Think about it from another perspective. Shouldn't I be even more upset? I only bet 3000. If I had known he could win, I should have increased my bets even more."

"I swear... it's a fixed match, it must be a fixed match, how could I possibly lose!" Lan Cheng was completely devastated.

He didn't just bet 1 on a sure-win bet; he definitely increased his bets aggressively. He borrowed money at exorbitant interest rates and bet 50!

In addition to the standard win/loss odds, there are also "one-match" and "two-match" win/loss odds, as well as "one-minute" and "two-minute" win/loss odds, with even higher odds.

Professionals have analyzed the situation for Blue City. They believe that Wang Yaotang would definitely lose in a fight, but given his status and position as the head of Sheng Yi Group with a net worth of hundreds of millions, and considering that this is Hong Kong, the locals will definitely give him face. They will hold back in the first match, and the outcome will be decided in the second match.

Lan Cheng agreed with the other party's analysis. From interpersonal relationships to timing and location, the analysis was very clear. Even the bookmaker's psychology was analyzed. It was a sure win, so he bet 50 on Sato Yosuke to win 'two games'.

As a result, Sato Yosuke didn't even last two minutes before he was beaten to death...

The other three were in similar situations; they all placed heavy bets on Yosuke Sato, and now they've all lost!

Blue City is now filled with scenes of loan sharks harassing customers for repayment.

Nine out and thirteen back, the loan sharks won't ask for a penny less just because he works for the Flying Tigers. If things really get out of hand, Blue City will lose his job in the police force. So in the end, Blue City will definitely be the one to back down.

By forcing the Flying Tigers members to cooperate with them using IOUs, they were making a profit no matter how you looked at it.

The news spread gradually, and soon news came from the hospital that Yosuke Sato had entered the operating room with very serious injuries. However, this still did not convince the losers, who continued to accuse the match of being fixed.

He has no logic to it!
A professional player who trained for 15 years, performed more than 60 times, and was the All-Japan champion—how did he lose?

Regardless of whether they were convinced or not, no one would return their bets to them.

I am willing to admit defeat!

Every year, private horse racing, illegal lotteries, football betting, and other betting platforms in Hong Kong attract more than HK$50 billion in betting funds. After 40 years, this amount has grown to more than HK$300 billion!

He didn't care at all how many people outside were taking leave or even preparing to jump off buildings because of his victory; he just wanted them all to be dead.

What he wants to do most right now is ask He Du Wang when he will cash out his money. He bet 3 million yuan in this round, and according to the odds, he can get 6.3 million yuan.

In Macau: Individuals who win prizes are exempt from taxation; the casino directly pays the net after-tax proceeds.

In Hong Kong: No tax is payable on funds entering the country, but large amounts of cash must be declared. Gambling income is not taxable and does not need to be included in personal tax returns.

However, given his current status, chasing after him for money would be beneath him, so he could only endure it. Fortunately, Gao Laofa appeared in time.

"Congratulations, Master Yao! Congratulations, Master Yao! Your martial arts are unparalleled, you are invincible!" Gao Laofa said immediately as he approached.

He had already heard a lot of praise, but everyone was too reserved for his status to flatter him too much, which made Wang Yaotang feel somewhat unsatisfied. Now, he finally felt comfortable.

"What do you mean by unparalleled martial arts? Do you think this is a martial arts novel?" Wang Yaotang waved his hand with a smile. Gao Laofa understood immediately and began to intensify his flattery, "It's just that Master Yao isn't obsessed with martial arts. Otherwise, I think Master Yao could have mastered all those amazing skills in martial arts novels. I saw it clearly from down below. If it weren't for Master Yao saving face for the Japanese, those Japanese wouldn't have lasted 30 seconds!"

"In other words, Master Yao is unwilling to use force to suppress others. In fact, Master Yao, you are a martial arts prodigy who appears only once every thousand years!"

Wang Yaotang glanced at Gao Laofa indifferently. Since his subordinates had said so, he couldn't just remain silent. Coincidentally, there was a fruit plate on the table next to him, so he picked up a red date and popped it into his mouth.

It was just a red date, nobody cared. Gao Laofa was still praising it. Chen Huimin, Tai Zirong, Mo Shijiu, and Da B, a few acquaintances, came over to say hello.

Just then, Wang Yaotang turned his head to look at the octagonal cage, took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "Pfft!"

"Ding!"

The sound was quite loud; even though the stadium was noisy, several people nearby heard it and instinctively looked towards the octagon.

Gao Laofa's eyes widened suddenly, and he rushed over in a few big strides, only to see that nearly half of the jujube pit had been driven into the wooden board at the bottom of the octagonal cage.

"Date pit nail?!" Tall man's voice became high-pitched as he stared at Wang Yaotang in astonishment.

The martial arts skills I mentioned in martial arts novels are all exaggerated!

No way, boss, you're really good at this!
The shout startled the people around, who all rushed over and were dumbfounded when they saw the date pit, which was only half still sticking out.

Prince Rong reached out and grabbed the half-jujube pit, trying to pull it outwards with all his might. It was slippery and difficult to exert force, and he couldn't pull it out even after several attempts.

"No, you really vomited it out?" Prince Rong's expression was quite interesting.

His greatest passion in life is acting, and he even considered acting in martial arts films, but these days everyone demands real kung fu skills, and he didn't want to embarrass himself, so he gave up on that idea.

I never expected that something I only dreamed of would actually happen to me in person, and I found it hard to accept.

Wang Yaotang smiled but didn't answer. He just popped another red date into his mouth. Everyone quickly moved aside. The wooden board had been driven halfway in, and he was covered in bloody holes!

"puff!"

"Ding!"

Another date pit was inserted next to the first one.

A group of people stared in disbelief at the date pit. This time they were seeing it with their own eyes. It really could spit out date pit nails?
This is just a date pit; what if it were an iron date pit?
Is it like a bullet?
If this bastard keeps a few date pits in his mouth, what's the difference between that and having a gun in his mouth?
Can't they just kill whoever they want?
Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

Wang Yaotang's lips curled slightly upward. Leaving behind a few shocked guys, he waved and walked backstage to shower and change clothes. It wasn't good to keep wandering around the crowd with his shiny, greasy arms exposed. The women who came to watch were staring at him too much, looking like they were ready to devour him at any moment.

This made Wang Yaotang very angry.

Several Japanese soldiers were entangled by Boss Xiang, Uncle You, and Big-Nosed Deng and their men. In addition, with the host Wang Yaotang not around, it was not appropriate for them to just walk away. That would be too rude. No matter how they behaved in their daily lives, they still had to maintain some dignity when they were out in the world.

There was no other way but to bite the bullet and chat with the three of them. As they talked, the conversation turned to the idea of ​​the three of them staying to entertain them. They wanted to decline, but Boss Xiang and the others were too enthusiastic, and there were indeed some business dealings between the families.

Some of the "powder" on the Japanese market was bought from North Korea, and most of the rest was resold from Hong Kong. As a result, those who made "powder" didn't earn much, so the Japanese commissioned pharmaceutical companies to develop chemical products.

Methamphetamine was manufactured in 19 by Japanese chemist Ayuga. Starting in the 30s, the Japanese army named it "awakening agent," mass-produced it, and distributed it to soldiers, enabling them to fight continuously for dozens of hours without fatigue and eliminating their fear of death.

During World War II, some factories also used this substance for workers to maintain high-intensity work. Many soft poisons in later generations were invented by the Japanese.

The three major powers of Japan are now doing their best to promote this drug globally, hoping to replace "powder" with it. In order to conquer the Southeast Asian market, they must first conquer the Hong Kong market.

Therefore, the three association leaders had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

On the other side, in the locker room.

Wang Yaotang kicked the masseur out as soon as he came in, even though he wasn't injured.

Teresa Teng was currently entertaining the female guests in place of Wang Yaotang, and Sally Yeh was also there. Wang Yaotang secretly pulled Cherie Chung over as well.

The excitement was palpable; the commotion outside could still be heard from inside the locker room.

Just as the raging dragon was about to roar, there was a knock on the door. "Knock knock knock, Brother Yao, it's almost time to go. Hey, open the door."

That sound instantly shattered the balance. (End of Chapter)