Chapter 192 Kill it!

"Master Huan, what's going on?"

As soon as he saw Yang Huan put down the phone, Lewis immediately asked with concern.

"Yes, young master, what's the situation?" Bielsa and others were also very concerned.

Yang Huan had a sullen face and a blank expression, "The kidnappers want us to listen to them tonight."

This time everyone was stunned.

"Underground football gambling group!" Lewis knew the tricks here better than anyone else present.

It is well known that the British love to gamble.

Gambling was rampant within the England national team back then, with Owen, Rooney and others being avid gamblers.

This also has a lot to do with the domestic environment in the UK, where football betting is legal.

But there is always a group of people who think that the legal football betting business makes money too slowly and is not satisfying, so they come up with the idea of ​​opening underground football betting. Moreover, because of the high odds and diverse ways of playing, it is very popular among some gamblers.

An ordinary Premier League match involves at least tens of millions of pounds in bets.

As for tonight's FA Cup final, with the two teams facing each other being the now popular Southampton and the new Premier League champions Manchester United, gamblers in almost the entire UK, and even the world, have gone crazy.

This game involves hundreds of millions, or even tens of millions of dollars in bets, and the winnings and losses are astronomical.

If such a game could be manipulated, not to mention kidnapping and extortion, even killing someone would be an option worth considering in the eyes of those underground bookmakers.

"Master Huan, what should we do now?" Lewis was a little confused.

The bookmakers of these underground football betting groups often have close ties with underground gangs.

Some are even opened directly by gang leaders.

This is someone that even Lewis doesn't dare to provoke easily.

"What should I do?" Yang Huan clenched his fists.

"They actually dared to make trouble for Taisui. If I don't teach them a lesson, won't we just let them control us in the future?"

If this happens for the first time, it will definitely happen for the second time.

As long as they have the handle in their hands, won't Yang Huan and Southampton have to obey them in the future?

"Old Five!" Yang Huan looked at Long Wu.

At this time, Long Wu not only did not show any fear, but his eyes were filled with joy.

He hasn't taken action in a long time.

"Master, I'll call them all over, just to be safe!"

Yang Huan nodded and smiled, then dialed the number again.

"Terry, I need you to check for me right now where the call that just came into my phone came from."

"Okay, I'll check it out right away!"

After hanging up the phone with Terry Matthews, Long Wu also hung up the phone and walked back.

"Master, they will be here in five minutes."

Yang Huan nodded heavily, "Old Five, this is your first appearance, I will personally supervise the battle, you have to do a good job!"

"Don't worry, Master, it's no problem!"

Yang Huan turned around and looked at Bielsa and the others. "You all should go back first and do what you need to do. The team will still prepare for tonight's game as usual. Leave the rest to me."

"Remember, this matter must be kept strictly confidential and no one is allowed to leak it!" Yang Huan ordered with gritted teeth.

If this kind of thing gets out, it will not be a glorious thing.

"Marcelo, I promise that before the game starts tonight, Ravel Morrison will definitely be sitting on the bench at Wembley Stadium, don't worry!"

Bielsa didn't know what Yang Huan was going to do, but he felt Yang Huan's responsibility and determination.

"Okay, then I'll go back right away and stabilize the players!"

Yang Huan nodded, "Don't tell them about this, so as not to distract them."

"I see!"

"Lewis!" Yang Huan looked at Lewis again.

"Master Huan."

"You guys go back too. Leave this matter to me. I won't let anything happen to Xia Lin."

Lewis had no choice but to obey Yang Huan.

After the two groups left, Yang Huan's cell phone rang again.

"Master Huan, I found out that they are in those two slum buildings in the north of the city."

"Okay, I'll be there right away!"

After saying that, Yang Huan hung up the phone without caring what Terry Matthews said.

Just at this moment, the other two bodyguards drove Yang Huan's Bentley at full speed.

"Let's go to the two tallest slum buildings in the north of the city!"

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North of Southampton, a slum area.

"Boss, I heard that the Chinese man has a very powerful master under his command."

The little flea Winter approached timidly a man in his thirties who looked very gentle, wearing a suit and tie and wearing glasses, and said with a smile.

"Master? Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan?" asked the guy with glasses with a smile.

Turning around, he saw two burly men following him. They were nearly two meters tall, very big, with explosive muscles all over their bodies. They looked like the kind of tough guys who could kill a bull with one punch.

"Taller than both of them?"

Winter smiled awkwardly.

To be honest, he had never seen it, but had heard people mention it.

"Besides, these days, being able to fight is useless. To get by, you need your brains. That's what you play with!"

The man with glasses deliberately pulled up the right hem of his suit, revealing a Black Star pistol tucked into his waist.

"Tell me, who is better, Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan, or this thing?"

Little flea Winter immediately laughed, "Of course the boss is the best!"

The guy with glasses laughed, "Damn it, three or four games in a row caused me to lose tens of millions. Tonight I want him to pay me back with interest!" After saying that, a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"Then what should we do with them after the game tonight?" Winter turned his head and glanced at the two people thrown to the ground in the distance.

After being brought back last night, Ravelle Morrison refused to obey the arrangements and was unwilling to contact Southampton players privately to help with match-fixing. Therefore, he was regarded as a traitor and was severely beaten. Several of his teeth were knocked out and his face was covered in blood.

As for the female reporter, she had never been treated unfairly.

Beautiful women usually have privileges.

"Don't hurt them. As long as they behave, we'll let them go after the game."

The man with glasses had a very shrewd calculation. "Southampton is a team that is gaining fame in English football right now. It is very popular among gamblers, especially after a series of upsets. Its popularity has risen rapidly."

"As long as I control this team, hundreds of millions will be within my grasp, not to mention tens of millions!"

When Little Flea Winter and Scarface Claire heard this, they became excited.

Controlling a professional football team is a lucrative business for underground football bookmakers.

"The boss is really awesome!" They both flattered with a smile.

"As for this female reporter..." The man with glasses glanced at the blindfolded Charlene Lahiri, with a hint of greed in his eyes, "I have played with many women, but I have never played with such a beautiful reporter and news anchor!"

Winter and Claire also smiled and showed envious expressions.

This romantic encounter can only belong to the boss, and these errand boys have no chance at all.

"I should go back and take her away!"

The man with glasses stood up, pointed at Charlene Lahiri and gave orders to his men.

Then he looked at Winter and Claire, "You keep an eye on him. As long as this matter is done, I will not treat you unfairly!"

"Thank you, boss!" they both said in unison.

The guy with glasses called out, and two of his men immediately went over, one on the left and one on the right, to pick up Charlene Lahiri, who was blindfolded, gagged, and constantly making whimpering sounds and trying to struggle but failed. They followed him out.

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"This is it, Mr. Yang Huan!"

On the outskirts of Southampton's slums, as soon as Yang Huan and others got off the car, the chief of the Southampton Police Department came to greet them.

As soon as they received Terry Matthews' call, they rushed here.

Yang Huan and his group had three cars, two of which were for him and his four bodyguards. On the way, they met Terry Matthews and his assistant who had arrived. Together with several policemen at the scene, there were exactly ten people in total.

When Yang Huan was looking for an office building for WeChat company, Zhu Liangcheng once mentioned this place jokingly.

The two buildings, more than ten stories high, are the tallest buildings in Southampton. They were built by the government for homeless people and the poor.

"How many people are there?" Yang Huan asked as he got out of the car and looked at the two tall buildings from afar.

“It’s not clear yet.”

"Not clear?" Terry Matthews was very dissatisfied with the police chief's words.

How many gangsters in your own area do you not know?

Then what is the point of you being the police chief?

"It's like this, Mr. Matthews. There used to be a small gang of 20 to 30 people gathered here. The leader was called Little Flea Winter. They roamed the streets of Southampton. Their main business was recruiting outsiders. I heard that they were a branch of the London underground gang company."

"Company?" This time it was Yang Huan who asked the question.

Terry Matthews immediately explained, "The company is an underground gang in East London. It is also the most powerful underground gang in London and even in the whole of the UK. They are basically active in residential areas built by the government for low-income groups. Their business is mainly peripheral football betting."

"If that's the case, why don't you take action against them?" Yang Huan was puzzled.

Since you know them so well, why don't you just kill them all at once?

"Master Huan, it's not that simple. We must have sufficient evidence before we can act." Terry Matthews was helpless. "In addition, the economy has been depressed over the past few years, the police budget has been cut year after year, and there is a shortage of manpower. Many times, we have no choice."

Yang Huan had absolutely no interest in these messes in Britain.

He even thought that many people in the government might have connections with gangs.

At least there has been no shortage of such examples in British history.

For example, didn’t the British government support notorious pirates in its early years?

"Are they only twenty or thirty people?" Long Wu asked.

The police chief noticed Long Wu at this time, but did not answer directly. Instead, he glanced at Terry Matthews.

The latter nodded slightly.

"Yes, there were only these few originally, but we received news that a group of seven or eight people moved in yesterday. They should be in the same group as Little Flea Winter. This incident might have been done by this group of people!"

A sharp light flashed in Long Wu's eyes, "What weapons do they have? How many guns do they have? Or other powerful weapons?"

The police chief obviously didn't expect Long Wu to ask this question. He thought about it awkwardly and said, "According to the intelligence we received, they don't have guns. Even if they do, they only have one or two, not many."

"No gun?" Yang Huan was curious.

Nowadays, if you are in an underground gang and don’t have a gun, how can you be decent?

"Master Huan, the underground gangs in the UK are more accustomed to using knives rather than guns, so the homicide rate here is very low."

Yang Huan looked at Terry Matthews and never expected that the underground gangs in Britain would be so inferior.

You don’t even have a gun, what’s the point of doing this!

But it’s not surprising when you think about it. Guns are banned in the UK, so it’s really not easy to get a gun.

How many countries in the world are as weird as the United States, with guns rampant to that extent?

"What are you waiting for? Charge in!" Yang Huan urged immediately.

"Master Huan, there are only a few of us!" The police chief was depressed. There were thirty or forty, maybe even fifty, gangsters inside.

Yang Huan shook his head dejectedly, then looked at Long Wu, who nodded confidently.

"Since your police department doesn't dare, let us do it!"

He turned to the bodyguard behind him, "Old Five!"

"Young Master!" Long Wu immediately stood up.

"Go in and kill anyone who dares to stop you. Just don't kill anyone. If anything goes wrong, it's my fault!"

"I understand!" Long Wu smiled coldly.

That cold smile appeared on this harmless face, it was so weird.

Before Terry Matthews and others could react, Long Wu had already greeted his companions.

I felt the figures flash before my eyes, and they had already rushed out more than ten meters away.

When I looked again, it was gone.

Now Terry Matthews and others were dumbfounded.

Could this be the legendary Chinese Kung Fu?