Just three seconds later, countless mineral water bottles, cans, fruit cores and other debris flew down from the stands on all sides, and a large number of white paper slips were floating - all bills issued by major gambling companies.

"Scammers! You are all scammers!"

"A group of bitches keep me, give me a refund!"

"Shit, this is simply blatantly manipulating the game!"

"Is this to treat us as fools? Both are bastards!"

"Hey! This is too foolish, right? Is the remnant soul of Ancient Trace and Minotaunos gone?"

"Strong protest! Is that nhsaa's referee a fool? They are joining forces to cheat and cheat!"

"Bad bastard, if the nhsaa event committee doesn't give us an explanation today, I'll go get a gun and kill them tomorrow."

"They are cheating money! Hey! Is anyone going to go with me to report to the Gambling Regulatory Commission?"

"Yes, we can also go to the Gambling Regulatory Commission! We can join forces to hire some lawyers, and we can't let them be so unscrupulous!"

While the stands on all sides were full of excitement for the complete defeat of Cadio Rhode, Abraham Archibod, in the box No. 9, suddenly staggered a few steps and sat back on his seat.

He was a little disbelief at first, then he clenched his fists with a ferocious expression.

"Jacks! Where are the gems of fate you mentioned?"

"I don't know!" Cresci Jacks's face was solemn: "But obviously this gem cannot help Cadio Rhode reverse his fate. We miscalculated it. This lucky Andre probably has the ability to suppress spirits. Minotaunus's remnant soul hurt him."

"I don't care about these! I just know that he lost, you violated the agreement we reached, Jacks!"

Abraham's eyes were red, like a defeated bull: "According to this, I will also take back my promise to you!"

"understand."

Cresey Jacks couldn't help but sigh: "This is my fault, but Mr. Abraham, I suggest you take action as soon as possible. I guess those bookmakers will join forces to put pressure on the NHSAA's event committee later to verify and evaluate the fairness of the event, which will help them deal with the Gambling Regulatory Commission."

“Verify?”

Abraham couldn't help but frown: "Didn't you assure me that the seven Cretan black bloodstones on Cadio Rod can handle any investigation?"

"That was before."

The figure of Cresci Jacks has disappeared from the glass window, but his voice is still left in the box: "The problem is that Andre, who has the ability to suppress the soul, may lead to repulsion between Cadio Rod himself and Minotaunus's remnant soul. This is not good, Mr. Abraham. He was found to have the possibility of using forbidden arts, reaching 100%!"

Hearing this, Abraham Archibod was already sweating. He knew that if Cadio Rhodes was found to have a problem, then their Arcadis Sports Products Company would face disastrous consequences.

——The current measures are either to stop the NHSAA Tournament Committee or to find a way to cut with Cadio Rod.

At the same time, in the box No. 45, Jennifer Wiltonstein sighed softly and stood up from his seat: "Oliver, you go to Cardinals Club to issue a commission now. I need to hire two quasi-Legends, and the contract time is three years! The faster the better."

"Yes, I'll rush to the Cardinal later."

Oliver expressed his worries: "But Miss, I must remind you that the financial pressure we are facing now is already very heavy."

"How could I not know? We spread the stall too big, and if we are not careful next, the funds may break down."

Jennifer sighed softly: "But if I don't do this, I might be kicked out of the Wilton Stein Group by those guys in a few months. There is a saying in the East that is called 'drinking poison to quench thirst'. I am in this state now. If I don't drink this bottle of poison, I may lose it now. After drinking it, I can live at least two or three months. We must buy time, Oliver."

Oliver heard this and stopped talking, but finally took back his words and smiled bitterly: "I hope there will be a turning point in the next few months."

"Don't worry, Oliver, if there is no way, I will sell my pioneering base in the dark world and will not let myself fall into a completely bankrupt field."

Jennifer looked out the glass window with a strange look. Li Mochen, who was walking down the ring, glanced at: "After you go to the Cardinals Club to issue the commission, you can also invite another smart magic hunter to pay attention to Christian Wiltonstein's movements. I don't want to know what he is doing, but at least you have to know where he is-"

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At the same time, in the box No. 3, Alec Brude was on the phone: "Yes, we Penguin Gambling hope that there will be a third party involved. If possible, it is best to invite professional media people to supervise the entire process. Yes, this is very troublesome. But this is also beneficial to the nhsaa event committee to maintain its credibility and reputation, right? I have foreseeed tomorrow's media storm. If we don't conduct a comprehensive and thoughtful investigation, everyone will be in trouble."

"The whole process was indeed a bit unexpected, even incredible. But I promise that we did nothing and did not interfere in this game, so we cannot bear this infamous reputation. Can you understand, right? This is really great. I'll treat you to coffee another day—"

When Alec hung up the phone, Dwight Payton was brought to him with a glass of Bordeaux wine.

Alec immediately laughed, took the wine glass from Dwight's hand, and then raised it high: "Let's toast! For the lucky Andre! For the Penguin Gambling and Nesson Sports Group."

In the entire box, all Penguin Gambling Company and Nissen employees responded at the same time, making a clamor. Dwight Payton smiled bitterly: "There is no need to make such a big fanfare, I think the next step will be the inquiry and investigation of the Gambling Regulatory Commission. Can we keep a low profile?"

The bookmakers are mixed up with the people of the Nesson Sports Group, which can easily trigger everyone's association.

"It was because we foreseeed this that we opened the window and recorded videos throughout the process, right? We did not do anything. I think the Gambling Regulatory Commission will at most issue a ticket to us under the name of "deliberate guidance of public opinion."

Alec smiled indifferently: "Happy, Dwight! You are making a lot of money this time. I think the sales of your Nysen Sports Group will definitely start with a billion next week!"

"I hope so! But this is still inconsistent with your Penguin Gambling's profits. This time, you made at least 1.3 billion gold shields, right? Most of them are pure profits."

Dwight Payton smiled and finished drinking the red wine in the glass: "What's more, I have something more trouble now."

"Headache?"

Alec Brude was stunned at first, then smiled with clarity: "Yes, Dwight, it's too fast. Andre is indeed very strong, and there are not many high school students who can survive a round in front of him. But in this way, it is too unfriendly to those TV stations and audiences that broadcast the game. You have to persuade him, Dwight, he must at least fight with people for dozens of rounds, so that he can watch it. This is good for everyone, right? Emm~ How about starting with his next opponent?"

But after hearing this, Dwight couldn't help but look at Alec: "What are you doing bad ideas again, are you?"

He knew that Li Mochen's opponent in the half-finals was Brude, a magic swordsman who had defeated James Lanster in about thirty rounds half a year ago.
Chapter completed!