Chapter 195 It’s all Yang Huan’s fault

"boss!"

As Terry Adams approached the boxing gym, the fighters standing guard outside the gym began to greet him.

"Watch closely!"

"I know, boss!"

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

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

Terry Adams nodded, went straight up to the second floor without saying anything.

After going up the stairs, Terry Adams turned left, and two bodyguards carried Charlene Lahiri to the right, one on each side.

"The boss brought back another woman."

"Golden hair, seems pretty."

"Yeah, I wonder if there will be any share for us later."

"You wish."

"Bullshit, last time the boss just had sex with a woman and then gave it to us as a reward."

"Yeah, that woman was pretty wild, taking on more than a dozen guys by herself, and she was able to walk back home after the whole thing."

"Is this true? Is it that exaggerated?"

"That woman isn't exaggerating, these bastards are just too weak!"

Amid the chatter and laughter of his younger brothers downstairs, Terry Adams pushed open the door of one of the rooms.

When you walk in, it's filled with computers.

There is an operator sitting in front of each computer.

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

One of them stood up and said, "Boss, so far, we have received more than 300 million pounds in bets for this final, and as the game approaches, more and more people are rushing to place bets. It is expected to exceed 500 million."

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

Although I am a little unwilling, I also feel it is pretty good.

After all, he is not the only bookmaker in the underground football betting circle in Europe.

"Good!" Terry Adams praised with a smile, "Calculate again, what kind of game result is most beneficial to us?"

The purpose of manipulating a match is to maximize profits, preferably to win all the games.

But this is unlikely, so we need to calculate it.

"Understood, we'll get ready right away!"

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

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

"Hello, Mr. Yang, what are your thoughts?" 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 snorted and laughed, "Do you still have bargaining chips?"

Ravel Morrison was not here at all, so he had no way of meeting Yang Huan's request.

As for Charlene Lahiri, that beauty will soon become his exclusive lover.

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

Terry Adams was stunned, but soon he started to laugh. "It's up to you. You can think so if you want, but I still have to advise you. You only have one life. Can you afford to gamble?"

"You will soon find out whether I can afford the gamble!" Yang Huan also laughed, "Mr. Terry Adams!"

When his name was finally called, Terry Adams' hands shook and his first reaction was to hang up the phone.

"That bastard!" Terry Adams threw his cell phone to the ground.

How on earth did he know my name?

Now that he knew the name, what else did he know?

Did he call the police?

But he quickly denied the speculation.

Tonight, the entire London Police Department's police force is basically focused on the FA Cup final to be held at Wembley Stadium, and they have no time to investigate this missing case.

If we really want to check, it will be 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 3:00 p.m. on May 14th.

It was just past noon and Wembley Stadium was already packed with people.

Fans from Southampton, Manchester and London all flocked here.

This is the fifth time Southampton has reached the 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's history.

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

Southampton, who were still in the English League Two at the time, defeated Manchester United unexpectedly with Bobby Stokes' golden goal before the end of extra time. This is another upset in the history of the FA Cup that is talked about with relish.

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

Thirty-five years ago, Southampton were a second-tier club.

Thirty-five years later, Southampton are a third-tier club.

Thirty-five years ago, after winning the FA Cup, Southampton was promoted to the then top league, English Football League One, and maintained its heyday for thirty years without being relegated.

Thirty-five years later, can this Southampton team repeat the amazing feat of thirty-five years ago?

This was also a big question for everyone before the game.

The referee arranged by the English Football Association for this game is the 40-year-old international referee Martin Atkinson.

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

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

This further increased the outside world's expectations of Southampton's chances of an upset.

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

Fans began to pour into Wembley Stadium one after another.

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

There were also many Chinese people with black hair and yellow skin in the crowd.

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

"Miss, we can just watch it at home, why do we have to squeeze in here?" Fengjiu complained.

I really don’t understand, what’s so interesting about football games?

Is it fun with so many people?

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

Fengjiu was at a loss now. She really didn't dare to leave Zhuang Ziqing alone and go back.

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

"What are you talking about?" Zhuang Ziqing's face changed immediately.

"Nothing!" Fengjiu immediately covered her mouth.

Now, the two words "Yang Huan" are taboo. Many times, even this word cannot be spoken.

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

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

"Hello, I'm from William Hill. Would you like to place a bet? Bet on the spot and get the ticket on the spot. It's very fast!" A guy who looked like a scalper asked as he came over.

It seems that quite a few people have placed bets.

Zhuang Ziqing reached into his pocket, took out some change, and felt happy when he saw it.

"Ajiu, how about we buy some too?"

Feng Jiu was dumbfounded, "Miss, you want to gamble?"

This is really the sun rising in the west.

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

They also say that nine out of ten gambling cases are scams.

Why do you want to place a bet now?

"It's just for fun. I'm not betting much. Just a few dollars." Zhuang Ziqing defended herself with a smile.

"Besides, I heard people say that being a fan means supporting a team and investing your emotions into it. I don't have a favorite team, so placing a bet for fun at least gives me something to look forward to."

Fengjiu definitely didn't believe it.

Is this really what the lady really thinks?

She even realized that the lady must buy Southampton!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh to herself and waited to see the show.

If you support him, just say it directly. Is it necessary to make it so complicated?

Zhuang Ziqing didn't dare to say anything more. He turned around, saw the person who placed the bet, and waved to call him over.

"What is everyone 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, a top club. Ferguson has already said that he won't return to Manchester unless he beats Southampton tonight!"

"Yeah?"

"It's right to listen to me. Manchester United is a big club, and Southampton is just a League One team. How can they be enough to beat Manchester United?"

Zhuang Ziqing was very unhappy when he heard this. "Who said Southampton is not as good as Manchester United? I will buy Southampton!"

The guy who placed the bet was weird. Didn’t he say he didn’t have a favorite team?

Why do you sound like a die-hard Southampton fan?

"I..." Zhuang Ziqing looked at the money in his hand and felt that it was not enough, so he reached into his pocket again, "I've bet everything. I'm betting on Southampton to win!"

The punter was a little stunned, "Miss, this is several hundred pounds."

If this money were given to an ordinary fan, it would be enough to buy season tickets for an entire season.

"I know, I've bet everything!" Zhuang Ziqing was also angry.

Fengjiu was behind her, laughing secretly in her heart.

I actually know exactly what this young lady of mine is thinking, but why does she refuse 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 well Southampton performs, what does it matter?

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

Ferguson is also a well-known cunning old man in the world of football!

Such people and such a combination will lose?

What kind of joke is this?

"You look down on others. You think they are of low level and therefore they are bound to lose!" Zhuang Ziqing complained indignantly.

Feng Jiu laughed, "That's right, don't you see, that's our future son-in-law!"

Zhuang Ziqing's face flushed red all the way to her ears. She turned her head viciously and stared at Feng Jiu, "What are you talking about? Believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart."

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

But that look clearly revealed one meaning.

I won’t say it, but I can think about it!

Zhuang Ziqing was depressed. Why was it always 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 of Wembley Stadium.

Nicola Cortes found Sun Yue anxiously.

"Old Sun, where is Young Master Huan?"

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

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

"How can this be possible? It's already 13 o'clock and the game will start in two hours!"

Nicholas Cortes was getting impatient.

"Someone from the English Football Association just came to tell me that Prince William and Princess Kate will be on site to supervise the game later. They also hope that the English Football Association will arrange for them to meet Young Master Huan."

When Sun Yue heard this, he laughed happily.

It has long been a tradition for the British royal family to arrange for the prince to attend the FA Cup final.

"Why do you think Prince William and Princess Kate want to meet Master Huan?" Nicholas Cortes asked curiously.

Usually people in the royal family don't have much contact with the outside world.

"Who knows?" Sun Yue still laughed, "Maybe Princess Kate thought our Young Master Huan was handsome and fell in love with him!"

Nicholas Cortes almost burst out laughing.

Is this possible?

Not to mention that there is no such possibility, even if there is, Prince William is still there.

Unexpectedly, Sun Yue's next sentence made him even more devastated.