"Yo, Brother Long."

"Oh wow, I called you just now, and you're here in no time. Come on, have a seat, have a seat..."

"It's just that I was worried you might be too busy to make time to see me."

Over there, Uncle Zhong ordered some fixed fights, and the next day, Wang Erma came to discuss it with Liang Yanlong.

It was mentioned before that cheating in a match would result in quite severe punishments, but that does not include when the organizers themselves demand it.

That's right, Wang Erma is the one in charge of the Underground Black Boxing. To protect his own interests, every outside fighter brought in is closely watched. Besides preventing collusion, it also guards against them running off suddenly.

Of course, matches are only decided two hours before they start. Moreover, once the opponents are announced, the fighters with matches that night have to stay within their sight.

Today's Liang Yanlong is not the same as he was a month ago. In just one month, not only has he paid off all the loan sharks and bank debts, but he's also made a hefty profit.

Indeed, relying solely on referral fees and commissions couldn't make that much money; it's mainly from betting on the games.

With money and people, naturally, your status rises too. Look, Wang Erma is here to discuss matters himself and keeps respectfully addressing him as Brother Long.

"Brother Long, I won't waste your time. I'll get straight to the point. The thing is, those two experts on your side have been too popular lately, which has significantly reduced our income. So, I wanted to discuss if we could arrange for them to take turns throwing a match. That way, it could boost our income, and of course, you'd also get a nice cut."

Wang Erma finished speaking straightforwardly and quietly awaited Liang Yanlong's response.

For Wang Erma to personally come to discuss such an important matter, Liang Yanlong was undoubtedly happy. However, since it involved those two big shots, it was beyond his decision-making power.

"What? Is there a problem?" Seeing Liang Yanlong frowning, Wang Erma couldn't help but ask.

"Brother, it's not that I don't agree with you, it's just that I truly can't call the shots on this one."

"What do you mean? You're the boss, yet you can't make the call?" Wang Erma said in disbelief.

"To be honest with you, I have to treat these two like queens every day, fearing even the slightest displeasure. Initially, I signed a partnership contract with them, not an employment one, so in this matter, they're the ones who need to nod their heads."

Liang Yanlong wouldn't refuse money when it's there for the taking. It's clearly a huge opportunity; on one hand, fixing the fight brings profit, and on the other, knowing the match outcome guarantees betting success. It's undoubtedly a good business.

"Is that so? Then, could I trouble Brother Long to bring them over?"

"Sure, hang on, I'll call them over right away."

Now, Xiaofan and Li San are no longer the little bodyguards who just joined the company. They live in upscale private apartments.

When Xiaofan received the call from Liang Yanlong, he already sensed something was off, or rather, he had smelled the scent of Red Butterfly.

When he met Liang Yanlong and heard everything explained, Xiaofan showed no hint of surprise. In fact, he had anticipated such a situation.

Whether it's the Red Butterfly or anyone else wanting to make money, they certainly won't let a loss-making situation continue. The Underground Black Boxing isn't just Xiaofan and his people, but when the fights of these two directly affect the interests of the entire operation, the stakes change.

"How much money are we talking about if we agree?"

As always, Xiaofan acts like a money-grubber, no matter what, he thinks of money first.

"This has been our old rule. If you're willing to fight, it's ten million per match. Of course, it's ten million each, plus Brother Long will get a twenty million kickback. But, when you bet, don't be too greedy; once it's done, the money's in hand immediately..."

"Heh heh, heh, this..." Before Xiaofan could respond, Liang Yanlong was grinning slyly at Xiaofan. A single match can bring in tens of millions. That's no small sum, and it could even earn Wang Erma's favor.

"Not doing it."

But unexpectedly, not only to the two of them but even Li San was surprised by Xiaofan's immediate reply.

Indeed, it was quite a shock. To have that much money on the table and just say no?

"Wh-why?" Wang Erma asked in a daze.

"Money's too little," Xiaofan replied without hesitation.

"That's too little? This is the going rate," Wang Erma continued.

"That was in the past; now I'm not Brother Long's subordinate, I don't need to follow his orders, so I'll make the decision on this. Ten million is too little, not interested."

"So how much do you want?" Wang Erma realized this kid was a thorn; gained some fame and started acting all high and mighty. It's the common problem of victorious fighters.

"Since you're coming to us for cooperation, it should involve shared interests, right? Plus, I'm the one putting in the effort, so if I pretend to lose the match, I want half of the profits."

"What? Half?" At this point, Wang Erma couldn't sit still and stood up in shock.

"That's right, I checked online. Bets supporting me have exceeded two billion, not to mention on-site bets. Caterpillar has similar numbers. Though the odds dropped to 0.4, the number of bettors rises daily. A sudden turn like this could easily net three billion. However, offering just ten million to make me go against my conscience? Is my conscience so cheap? At least sixty million for each of us three, or no deal..."

Sixty million each means a total of one hundred eighty million, which Wang Erma couldn't decide on, so he left angrily and reported it to Uncle Zhong to decide.

One hundred eighty million? That would be hard to agree on.

So, after returning, Wang Erma never revisited this with Xiaofan.

"Sorry, Brother Long, I cut off a revenue stream for you."

"Well, to be honest, though I'm a bit disappointed, hearing that they could make three billion but only give us thirty million, it made me feel off-balance." Liang Yanlong was frank. As he grew closer with Xiaofan and others, he became more relaxed and cooperative, shedding the big boss airs.

However, wasn't Xiaofan worried that rejecting them face-to-face might hold a grudge?

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