"boss" As soon as Terry Adams approached the boxing gym, the fighters who were on guard outside the boxing gym began to say hello.
"Watch it carefully" "I know, boss" Terry Adams opened the door and walked into the boxing gym.
There was a large space inside and there were many boxers practicing on the stage.
As soon as they saw Terry Adams, everyone stopped and shouted respectfully, "Boss" Terry Adams nodded and went directly to the second floor without replying.
Going up the stairs, Terry Adams turned left, and two bodyguards carried Charlene Lahiri to the right, one on the left and the other on the right.
"The boss brought back another woman."
"Blonde hair, looks pretty."
"Yes, I wonder if there will be any share for us later."
"It's a beautiful thought."
"Shit, last time the boss just played with a woman and rewarded us with it."
"Yeah, that girl is pretty slutty enough.
She can take on a dozen of them by herself, and she can still walk home after she's done."
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
"It's not that woman who is exaggerating, it's just that these bastards are too weak."
Amidst the chatter and laughter of the boys downstairs, Terry Adams opened the door to one of the rooms.
Walking in, it was filled with computers.
In front of each computer sits an operator.
"How's it going?"
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.” "£500 million" Terry Adams laughs just thinking about it.
Although I am a little reluctant, I feel good about it.
After all, he is not the only bookmaker in the underground gambling circles in Europe.
"Not bad," Terry Adams praised with a smile, "You can calculate again, what kind of game result is most beneficial to us."
The purpose of manipulating the game is to maximize the benefits, preferably through killing.
But this is unlikely, so calculations are needed.
"Understood, we will prepare immediately" Terry Adams thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, found Yang Huan's number, and called again.
"Hello" The phone was quickly connected and Yang Huan's voice came.
"Hello, Mr.
Yang, how are you thinking?"
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 smiled, "Do you still have any bargaining chips?"
Ravel Morrison is not here at all, so he has no way to satisfy Yang Huan's request.
As for Charlene Lahiri, that beauty would soon become his special favourite.
"I suspect you killed them."
Yang Huan said suddenly.
Terry Adams was stunned for a moment, but soon he laughed, "Whatever you want, you can think so, but I still advise you, you only have one life, can you afford the gamble?"
"You will soon know whether I can afford to gamble anymore."
Yang Huan also laughed, "Mr.
Terry Adams" When his name was finally spoken, Terry Adams' hands shook and his first reaction was to hang up the phone.
"That bastard" Terry Adams slammed the phone to the ground.
How on earth did he know my name?
Now that he knows the name, what else does he know?
Did he call the police?
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But he quickly dismissed the speculation.
Tonight, the entire Metropolitan Police Department is basically focused on the FA Cup final that will be held at Wembley Stadium, and there is no way to investigate this kind of disappearance 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 premonition.
The English FA Cup final of the 2010-2011 season will kick off at 15:00 pm on May 14th.
It was just after noon and Wembley Stadium was already packed with people.
Fans from Southampton, Manchester and London have all flocked here.
This is the fifth time in Southampton's more than 100-year history that they have reached the FA Cup final.
Among the previous four times, Southampton only won this championship in 1976.
This 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 Second Division at the time, relied on Bobby Stokes' golden goal before the end of extra time to finally defeat Manchester United in an upset.
This was another unforgettable game in the history of the FA Cup.
The much talked about upset showdown.
After thirty-five years, Southampton met Manchester United again in the FA Cup final.
Thirty-five years ago, Southampton were a second division team.
Thirty-five years later, Southampton are a third-tier club.
Thirty-five years ago, after winning the FA Cup, Southampton was promoted to League One, the top league at the time, and maintained its heyday of not being relegated for thirty years.
Thirty-five years later, can this Southampton team repeat the amazing deeds they did thirty-five years ago?
This is also a big doubt for everyone before the game.
The FA arranged for the referee of this game to be the 40-year-old international referee Martin Atkinson.
This referee previously officiated Manchester United's away game against Chelsea in the Premier League.
As a result, Manchester United lost to Chelsea 1-2 away in that game.
This further increases the outside world's optimism about Southampton's chances of 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 stadium, the more people there are.
There were also many Chinese people with black hair and yellow skin mixed in the crowd.
Zhuang Ziqing and Feng Jiu were lining up in the crowd, waiting to enter the venue.
"Miss, we can just watch it at home, why do we have to come here to squeeze in," Feng Jiu complained.
I really don’t understand, what’s so exciting about a football match?
There are so many people, is it interesting?
Zhuang Ziqing did not answer her question, but replied lightly, "If you don't like it, you can go back by yourself."
Feng Jiu was at her wits end now.
She really didn't dare to leave Zhuang Ziqing and go back alone.
But he muttered, "I think you just want to see him."
"What are you talking about?"
Zhuang Ziqing's face changed immediately.
"Nothing."
Feng Jiu immediately covered her mouth.
Nowadays, the word Yang Huan is taboo.
In many cases, even the word "he" cannot be said.
I really don’t understand, does this girl’s mind need to be so complicated?
Waiting in line to get in can be boring, so some savvy people know how to take advantage of the opportunity to make some extra money.
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"Hello, I'm from William Hill, do you want to place a bet?
The bets will be made on the spot, and the tickets will be issued on the spot, very soon."
A guy who looked like a scalper asked along the way.
It seems that a lot of people have placed bets on it.
Zhuang Ziqing reached into her pocket and took it out.
She was a little happy when she saw some change.
"Ajiu, how about we buy some too?"
Feng Jiu was dumbfounded, "Miss, you want to bet?"
The sun is really coming out in the west.
Didn’t young ladies hate gambling the most in the past?
What about gambling and cheating nine times out of ten?
Why do I want to place a bet now?
"It's just for fun, I don't want to make a big bet, just a few dollars."
Zhuang Ziqing defended himself with a smile.
"Besides, I heard people say that when you are a fan, you have to support a team and get emotionally invested in it, which is fun.
I don't have a favorite team, so I place some bets and have fun.
At least I have something to look forward to."
Feng Jiu definitely didn't believe it.
This is really the lady’s true thoughts She even noticed that the lady must be buying Southampton Thinking of this, she couldn't help but secretly laugh, waiting for a good 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, so she turned around.
When she saw the bettor, she waved him over.
"What are you 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.
It's a wealthy team.
Sir Alex Ferguson has already said that he won't return to Manchester unless he defeats Southampton tonight."
"Yeah" "Listen to me, you're right.
Manchester United is a giant, and Southampton is only a League One team.
How can they compete with Manchester United?"
Zhuang Ziqing was not happy when he heard this, "Who said Southampton is not good enough for Manchester United?
I will buy Southampton."
The guy who placed the bet was weird.
Didn’t he say he didn’t like the team?
Why do you sound like a die-hard Southampton fan?
"I" Zhuang Ziqing looked at the money in his hand and felt it was not enough, so he put his hand into his pocket again, "I have already bet on Southampton to win."
The bettor was a little stunned, "Miss, this is hundreds of pounds."
If this amount of money were put into the hands of ordinary fans, it would be enough to buy season tickets for an entire season.
"I know, I'm betting on it all."
Zhuang Ziqing also got angry.
Feng Jiu was behind her, feeling secretly amused.
This young lady’s thoughts are actually very clear, but why she refuses to admit it?
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Soon, the formalities were completed, the bets were placed, and the betting tickets were given.
Before leaving, the man shook his head and sighed and wished Zhuang Ziqing good luck.
It felt as if Southampton had already lost.
It’s no wonder, no matter how well Southampton performs, it doesn’t matter This is Manchester United who just won the league championship and also reached the Champions League final.
Ferguson is once again a notorious cunning player in world football.
Such people, such a combination, will lose What kind of international joke are you kidding?
"A dog looks down on others and thinks they are of low rank, so they think they will lose."
Zhuang Ziqing complained angrily.
Feng Jiu chuckled, "Even if you don't even look at it, that's our future uncle."
Zhuang Ziqing's face turned red as soon as she brushed it off.
She turned her head fiercely 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."
Feng Jiu quickly covered her mouth.
But that look clearly revealed a meaning.
I won't say it, but I think it's okay Zhuang Ziqing was depressed.
Why was he 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 conference rooms at Wembley Stadium.
Nicola Cortez found Sun Yue anxiously.
"Old Sun, where is Master Huan?"
Sun Yue was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall, overlooking the crowds of people pouring into the stadium entrance.
After hearing what Nicola Cortez said, he shook his head, "I don't know either."
"How can this be?
It's already 13 o'clock, and the game will start in two hours."
Nicola Cortez was a little out of sorts.
"People from the Football Association came to me just now and told me that Prince William and Princess Kate will come to the scene to supervise the battle later.
They also hope that the Football Association will make arrangements and want to meet Mr.
Huan."
When Sun Yue heard this, he smiled happily.
The British royal family has arranged for the prince to attend the FA Cup final, which has been a long-standing practice in the past.
"Why do you think Prince William and Princess Kate want to meet Master Huan?"
Nicola Cortez asked strangely.
Usually, members of the royal family don't have much contact with the outside world.
"Who knows" Sun Yue still chuckled, "Maybe Princess Kate thinks that our young master Huan is handsome and likes him."
Nicola Cortez almost laughed.
Is this possible?
Don't say it's not possible, even if it is, Prince William is still there.
Unexpectedly, Sun Yue's next words made him collapse even more
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