“Alright, let’s make a bet,” Amir chuckled. “If I lose, I’ll leave immediately, but if I win, you’ll need to provide me with goods.”
"How do we gamble?" Liu Kun was a gambler himself, and this was on his turf. He didn't believe this Indian guy could cause any trouble.
“I only have Dara on my side, while you can send three people. It’s a three-round one-on-one. If you win any round, I’ll consider it a loss.” Amir was full of confidence in his underlings: “You can also send all three of you together. If you beat Dara, it’ll also be considered a loss for me.”
"Wouldn't that be taking advantage of you?" Liu Kun laughed. He glanced at Dara. This kid was indeed formidable, but he had plenty of thugs under his command. It wouldn't be difficult for him to call out a few and take down this kid.
"Haha, since I want to cooperate, I definitely have to show some sincerity. So, Mr. Liu, are you willing to take the bet?" Amir said with a smile.
"Since you've said that, what do I have to be afraid of?" Liu Kun sneered. "But don't lose and feel embarrassed later."
"Haha, don't worry, I'll honor my bet, but if I happen to win, you'll have to fulfill your supply obligations."
"Don't worry, if all three of us lose, I'll accept it," Liu Kun laughed heartily.
“Alright, Liu, send your men out.” Amir seemed quite confident.
"Tiger, Xiaoqiang, Li Shuai, you guys come here." Liu Kun beckoned.
He has so many capable fighters here. If he just calls over a few, taking care of a little Kakimi shouldn't be a problem, right?
Three burly men immediately stepped forward. Ye Xingchen glanced at them sideways; these men were all quite skilled.
However, the Dara that these people were facing was no ordinary person; this guy was from the Zhongtianluo Sect.
The Tianluo Sect is an extremely powerful sect in India, and it has Yuanling practitioners who hold a status equivalent to cultivators in China.
Although the kid in front of me is not a Yuanling, there is no doubt about the evil aura emanating from him. These people worship evil gods and possess evil power. Going up against them would just be suicide.
“Boss, I can handle this kid by myself.” The burly man called Tiger stepped forward, grinning, his eyes filled with contempt as he looked at Dara.
"Alright, let's deal with this kid and put this Indian down." Liu Kun grinned, exhaling smoke rings. "Let's begin."
"Wait a minute." Just then, Ye Xingchen spoke up.
"What's wrong, brother?" Liu Kun asked.
"Mr. Liu, how about I do it?" Ye Xingchen said with a smile. "I've never fought with Indians before. I've heard that their martial arts are very impressive. They claim to be based on ancient Indian martial arts and that they can beat Shaolin and Wudang with their fists and feet."
"Boss, let Brother Ye rest." Tiger glanced at Ye Xingchen, his eyes full of disdain and a hint of displeasure.
He believed this was a golden opportunity for him to make a name for himself, and Ye Xingchen's interference was an attempt to steal his credit.
"Can you do it?" Liu Kun asked.
"I can do it. If I can't, you can burn me to a crisp." The tiger grinned.
"Then you'd better be careful, this kid is no simpleton," Ye Xingchen said casually. "And don't boast too much, otherwise you'll be embarrassed if he doesn't prove it."
“Shut up. I’ve been with the boss for so many years, when have I ever backed down? Besides, how can a man say he can’t do it?” Tiger sneered and pointed at Dara: “You, come here.”
The tiger walked straight to the octagonal cage and tossed a pair of boxing gloves to Dara: "Put these on, and I'll put these on too. But when I'm fighting, I get flustered and can't stop myself. If I hit you too hard later, don't come crying for your mother."
Dara glanced at the tiger, casually tossing his gloves to the ground. His gaze was cold and gloomy, like that of a venomous snake eyeing its prey.
"Damn it, you're asking for it?" Tiger roared. He beckoned and said, "Kid, come here. I'll give you three moves."
Dara sneered and stretched out a hand, beckoning to the tiger.
The provocative gesture was well-known internationally, and sure enough, as soon as the gesture was made, the tiger's eyes turned red instantly. He roared, "Are you fucking looking for death? If you want to die, I'll grant your wish."
The tiger roared and charged forward, stretching out its hands to grab Dara by the neck, knocking him to the ground and making him kneel and call him "Dad."
Dara looked at the guy with pity, as if he were looking at a clown.
As the tiger charged, the man swung his thick arm forward, trying to knock Dala to the ground.
However, Dara glanced at the tiger, then quickly slapped forward with one hand, striking the tiger directly in the face.
With a thud, the tiger's head snapped back, then flew seven or eight meters backward before finally collapsing to the ground with a thud, lying there for a long time unable to get up.
The scene fell silent. Liu Kun suddenly stood up and looked at the tiger lying on the ground, blood slowly seeping out from its body. His face immediately turned ugly.
That wasn't all. Dara stepped forward, his tense face showing a hint of coldness. He slowly walked to the tiger's side and then suddenly stomped down on its head.
With a crack, the tiger's body convulsed and trembled violently, and after a moment, the tiger slowly became still.
The scene was deathly silent, and the remaining two people looked even more grim.
No one expected that this silent Indian would be so strong and so ruthless.
Liu Kun's expression was constantly changing, which showed that the other two were no match for him. Even if they were sent up, they would most likely be beaten to death by the other side.
He stared at Amir: "Wasn't that going too far? Shouldn't we have stopped short of a confrontation?"
“President Liu…” Dara surprisingly uttered fluent Chinese: “You Chinese have always valued martial arts.”
“In your arena, there is only life and death, not victory or defeat. Therefore, I think the competition is very sacred. Only by dying can the loser wash away the humiliation of defeat,” Dara slowly raised his head and said coldly.
“You two, come on over.” He pointed to two other people. “Or, you can add a few more people, I don’t mind.”
Liu Kun was smoking a cigarette, and he was getting a little unsettled.
This place is his arena, and he does have quite a few people, but he can tell that the little Kakimi in front of him is very strong.
Even if we send a few more men, they'll just be sent to their deaths. We're in a bind now. What should we do? Admitting defeat is out of the question. First, the losses would be enormous, and second, we'd lose face.
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