Chapter Eighteen: The Devil Jest

  Fattadio and Bill met under the arrangement of the second deputy. Fattadio smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Wild Boar, oh, I have a proposal, do you want to hear it?" Seeing Bill's face suddenly turned very ugly, Fattadio quickly put away his intentional teasing psychology and asked honestly: "Mr. Bill, are you willing to bet with us on the boxing match tonight?"

  Bill said with a grin, "That's right, I've already set my sights on a boxer and I'm going to bet $30 million on him. How about you? Who have you got your eye on?" Second Deputy smiled and agreed, after all, no matter who wins or loses, the cruise ship would take a 5% profit, and he had just made a killing on Easy Dust, so he was in an even better mood. It's not like it's a big deal to arrange a match, the captain has given him full authority to handle it anyway.

  Fatahrio's mind went blank, due to his trust in Yidun's martial arts skills and the strong power Jest had just shown in the VIP room. He was a bit reckless, loudly saying: "Alright, I'll add one more thing, all our money, everything we have on us, including our clothes, whoever loses will get off the ship in Shanghai wearing only their underwear, how about it? Hmm? Are you daring enough?" Fatahrio's neurosis started acting up again, his head heating up, and he didn't care about the possible consequences.

  Bill jumped up violently: "Me? Why not dare? Black Bull is the strongest, he can definitely smash that boxer to death. Second Master, sign a betting contract for us. I bet 450 million, this is all the cash on me and all the money in my credit card, the cruise ship can directly transfer it, you don't have to worry about me defaulting. As for the stakes... how about whoever loses has to wear what the winner wants and jump into Shanghai Port?"

  Fatah smiled: "As you wish, sir, it's like that. As you wish..." Fatah had already made up his mind that if he lost, he would definitely send someone to take care of Bill while he was in China. Anyway, his boss was leading a large trade delegation to China soon, and there were many skilled people in the team who could easily take care of Bill and his men.

  The two deputy captains couldn't help but look at this scene with a bit of amusement. They had seen people gamble with money, their lives, and even the women by their side, but they had never seen anyone gamble over a striptease before. This was truly a first, and it would definitely be a topic of conversation in the future.

  As night falls, after savoring the black pepper steak cooked by Italian chefs, the elegant ladies and gentlemen began their nightlife. Some danced, some swam, some played ball, others gambled, of course, there were also those who found a secluded corner to have a wild fling, anyway, they were all travelers, after tonight, who would still recognize who?

  As for a small group of about 100 guests, they secretly arrived at the bottom cabin's secret room under the arrangement of the crew. In a large space of 30 meters long and 20 meters wide, there was a ring surrounded by barbed wire in the middle, with a length and width of 10 meters. A narrow hole that could only allow people to crawl in was opened at one corner of the barbed wire, which was also to ensure the safety of the guests present. In case they were hit by a crazy boxer, the cruise ship could not afford this responsibility.

  Yi Chen didn't originally have the qualifications to attend, but the all-powerful Fa Ta Di Ao directly brought him in. Yi Chen couldn't help but admire Fa Ta Di Ao's methods in certain special fields, it seemed like they had a hand in everything. Fa Ta Di Ao proudly introduced in a low voice: "Our boss has an underground boxing arena, which can be said to be the largest and most profitable in that area... You can just think of it as watching a beast fight."

  Yi Chen smiled, while Fei Li had a somewhat disapproving expression beside him. Fei Li could mercilessly turn someone into an ice pillar and shatter them, but seeing Fatadi and the others so casually discussing the bloody slaughter between people, treating humans like animals, was still unbearable for her.

  Jester still wore his usual black shirt, jeans and white sneakers. His short hair seemed to radiate an aura of arrogance and pride, his big eyes gleaming with a wild light as he scanned the surroundings, staring unashamedly at the chests of some nearby noblewomen. These elegant ladies didn't seem afraid of Jester's gaze, instead deliberately striking perfect poses for him to admire. Being able to attract someone like Jester, a young man with a strong personality, made them feel that their own charm was not insignificant either.

  The first bout lasted two minutes, with a white boxer landing a side kick that sent an opponent who appeared to be from India crashing to the ground, his chest caved in. The body flew more than five meters and got stuck on the iron wire mesh with spikes over ten centimeters long. Nearby spectators went wild, cheering and shouting. Several fat men yelled repeatedly: "Fantastic, fantastic, my dear, I love you... Great job, knock out your opponent, great job!" It seemed they had bet a lot of money on this white boxer.

  The victorious boxer emerged from the cage like a dog, expressionless as he accepted congratulations from his manager. As for the defeated boxer, his body was hung up with ropes, and his manager didn't show any sign of sadness, but instead discussed something with two deputies and another crew member in the corner.

  Yi Chen looked at all this with a cold and indifferent expression, watching those ladies who usually had an air of infinite elegance and nobility, but now were shouting like madwomen, without even caring that their hair ornaments and headdresses were all disheveled.

  In the second round, two lean yellow-skinned men entered the field. Very quickly, in 17 seconds, one of the boxers, who was slightly shorter, had his right leg bone kicked and broken, ending the match.

  A few guys yelled out: "Damn it, you bastard, kill him, kill him, kill that losing dog." The noble ladies next to them burst into loud laughter, as if the boxer struggling on the ground was really like a dog.

  A fat man threw away the useless lottery tickets in his hand and suddenly shouted: "Damn it, kill that dog who made us lose money! I'll give 5 million US dollars to kill him, kill him, kill him!" Almost all the audience shouted: "Kill him, kill him, kill him!" The banknotes were thrown into the cage like raindrops.

  The two agents of the boxers in attendance exchanged a look, quickly made two colors, and violently gestured a big thumbs down towards the victorious boxer in the arena. The winning boxer took a swift step forward to the man on the ground, kicked him with one foot, accompanied by a "crack" sound, breaking his neck. A plump lady next to her slightly closed her eyes, making an "oh, oh, oh, oh" sound, but was already stimulated by the bloody scene **.

  "Heh, this bunch of scum, is this the elite of society? Is this what they call high society? Huh? They're no different from the street thugs and whores, just with a layer of gold plating."

  Fatima said seriously, "It's only money that makes them and the whores have a distinction between heaven and hell. If they didn't have money, they would become whores and thieves to make a living. In fact, they are much worse than us." The two of them laughed softly at the same time.

  After four consecutive matches, the second deputy shouted through a loudspeaker: "Ladies and gentlemen, now comes the exciting program. Two beautiful female boxers from South America will use special weapons to give each other a fatal blow. Welcome Sally and Poppy from South America." The audience went wild with applause and cheers as they watched the two brown-haired women boxers enter the cage.

  The two female contestants, if judged by their appearance, could score over 80 points. However, their expressionless faces and the scars all over their bodies outside of their bikinis greatly discounted their beauty. The ten-centimeter-long black daggers in both of their hands further intensified the bleak atmosphere surrounding them.

  Yi Chen beckoned over Second Lieutenant Er and asked in a low voice, "Who are they? If they die like this, it's a bit of a waste, isn't it?"

  The two deputies chuckled and whispered in Yidun's ear, "They are killers trained by a guerrilla group from a country in South America. They were brought out to fight for money to buy arms. Originally, they only fought with other female fighters, but this time, to stimulate the audience, hehe, they were asked to compete against each other... You definitely won't be interested in them. Their greatest advantage is that they can knock out their opponents at a man's most critical moment... Of course, they are also agents and sex slaves of the guerrilla group, with at least over a thousand men having had their way with them. You won't be interested."

  Yi Chen furrowed his brow, and the thread of curiosity in his heart instantly vanished.

  The two men had already begun to take action, their feet moving in agile steps. The left hand made a series of false moves, while the right hand held a dagger that seemed like a venomous snake's fang, hidden behind the palm and ready to strike at any moment. Both men were tense, with beads of cold sweat seeping out on their foreheads, their eyes fixed intently on each other, former comrades now engaged in a life-or-death struggle.

  Two flashes of cold light crossed, two daggers collided with a "ting" sound, producing sparks. Then the daggers began to collide continuously, their bodies whirling around like whirlwinds, constantly approaching and separating, each time accompanied by dozens of sparks before quickly jumping apart again.

  The surrounding audience held their breath, although the previous few games were exciting, but where was the brilliance and excitement of now?

  A flash of blood light flew over, and a two-inch long gash appeared on Bobo's chest, with an unknown depth. Her swimsuit strap was cut off, exposing her entire chest. The small piece of fabric slowly fell to the ground. Afterwards, it seemed that both of them were somewhat exhausted, unable to defend against each other's attacks well. Wound after wound continued to appear on their bodies...

  The ground was already stained with blood, some of the more timid spectators had closed their eyes, but even more people were shouting wildly. A big fat man yelled: "That victorious chick, I want her tonight! How much? Name a price, I'll take her, it's too exciting, too exciting... God bless Sally to live on, she has bigger breasts!" Immediately, someone walked over and whispered something in his ear.

  The two women exchanged swift and deadly blows, until Sally struck the final blow, slicing through Poppy's tendons with her dagger. Poppy let out a blood-curdling scream as the dagger fell to the ground, and she quickly retreated backward. A strange glint appeared in Sally's eyes as she threw the dagger again, this time striking Poppy in the throat. The men standing nearby erupted into angry shouts, yelling at Sally in Spanish. Sally remained silent.

  Fatiao said in a low voice, "It's lucky for Poppy that she was killed. With her tendons cut, she can't be an assassin anymore. Her fate is worse than a prostitute's. It would have been better to kill her."

  Sally was taken out, her body hastily wrapped in a blanket with some wounds, the big fat man who had just spoken was already eagerly embracing her waist and took her away. Who knows how many pounds this big fat man spent to satisfy that perverted desire.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, now is the grand finale of tonight's show, a heavyweight match with a total bet of nearly 100 million US dollars... The Black Bull from America versus Jester from London, England... Ah ha, gentlemen, another small wager is that the loser will have to jump into Shanghai Port, let's look forward to it..."

  The audience went wild, previously unaware of this extra bout. They quickly began placing bets as most of the guests had put their money on Jester (Jester being a Londoner and these gentry being British), so the two stewards rapidly adjusted the betting pool.

  Jester took off his outerwear and shoes, casually crawled into the cage, made a few moves inside, and showed off his steel-like, lean muscles. Jester randomly threw two knife legs and high-pressure legs, and the air emitted a hair-raising "whooshing" sound. The black bull, who was about to enter the arena, immediately changed color, knowing that he could make a breaking sound with his legs, which showed how astonishing Jester's leg strength and speed were.

  The two stood face to face, Jester said coldly: "Black Bull? Don't waste words, you're dead for sure, but to add a bit of fun for my boss, I'll let you die slowly."

  The black bull looked solemn, and let out a few cold snorts. Bill yelled from the wire mesh: "Black Bull, don't mind him, he's trying to scare you, kill him, get rid of him, break his neck."

  Jester charged towards the black bull, his arms tightly wrapped around his body, his mouth curved into a strange arc, as if smiling, also seeming to mock something. The black bull's body did not move until Jester's body approached within two meters of itself, then took a step back, its upper body slightly tilted backwards, staring fixedly at Jester's legs.

  Jester burst out laughing: "Idiot? Do you think I only know how to use my legs?" His two hands flew up quickly, swinging towards Black Bull's face. Black Bull's reaction was also extremely fast, his two arms seemed like two doors blocking in front of himself, and then a foot kicked out from below with extreme sneakiness. Jester's swinging hands pressed on Black Bull's arm, directly borrowing force, and he flipped back with a somersault in mid-air, turning his body in a circle, and then his two feet quickly kicked towards Black Bull's face.

  When has Black Bull ever seen such a perverted fighting style? In the boxing world of Black Market Fist, who else would be so arrogant as to use such a flashy move?

  Black Bull's leg kicked out, but he couldn't pull it back in time. His body was already forced to tilt backwards, trying to avoid Jester's next attack, but he had put himself in an extremely disadvantageous position. Jester landed and took a few light steps back, sneering: "Black Bull? You're really as stupid as a cow... Now this is the warm-up, huh? Are you ready?"

  Black Bull sprang up, looking at Jester with a bit of confusion, but after a moment's hesitation, he let out a loud bellow and charged towards Jester.

  Jester sneered, his bloodthirsty eyes gradually turning red. Yi Chen dissatisfiedly plucked the jade pendant in his hand, and Fata Dio only heard a faint sound of jade ringing, but the power contained in this light sound almost made Jester pass out. It was as if a bolt of lightning struck beside Jester's ear, violently shattering the fire that had been accumulating inside him.

  Jester snorted a few times, glared at Yichun with dissatisfaction, and stood on one foot. Just as the black bull charged in, his left foot suddenly popped out, and the black bull's right leg swung an arc-shaped kick towards his neck. The two feet collided, making a dull thud. Jester's body didn't move at all, but the black bull retreated several steps back, almost crashing into the iron spikes on the barbed wire fence.

  Jester shouted: "Let's happy. Baby, it's a party." His legs swept out like lightning, and Black Bull's speed was already unable to keep up, and he could only barely resist Jester's side kick with his hands... In the midst of continuous dull thuds, Black Bull had already been kicked flying by Jester for five or six meters, almost getting impaled on the iron spikes. Black Bull let out a mad roar, suddenly jumping up and launching himself at Jester in a flying kick.

  Jester smiled, his hands coiled up like snakes, and in a burst of eerie crackling sounds, wherever Jester's hands touched, the black bull's skeleton turned to dust.

  Jester picked up the bellowing black bull and swung it wildly onto the barbed wire fence, amidst a whirlwind of blood and flesh. More than a dozen spectators fainted on the spot. Countless droplets of blood and flesh splattered onto the bystanders. The two deputies were already stunned by this scene, standing foolishly in place, unsure of how to react.

  Five minutes later, Jester emerged from the barbed wire fence with a large leg in hand, this leg exposed more than half of the bone, which was all that was left of the black cow now. The two old men saw Jester's eyes full of murderous intent and glanced at them sideways, their hearts racing, they fell backwards, scaring the woman next to them who hastily administered medicine.

  Jie Si walked up to Yi Chen and shook his head, saying: "Throw down that leg, I'm not interested in dead people."

  "Jester said bluntly: 'Sally, that little Sally, I want her... Boss, I want her to be my subordinate, I like the aura on her.'"

  Yi Chen smiled and nodded slightly, beckoning to the second-in-command: "You heard my requirements. Do your best to make it happen. After all, we've won this round, so there should be enough money to buy that woman off. If her agent doesn't agree, well, this is international waters, isn't it? I'm a civilized person, and I don't want to have too much blood on my hands when I set foot on Chinese soil."

  Two vice presidents with somewhat unsightly facial expressions glanced at Jester, who was still lightly swinging that big leg on the side. His face changed color and he repeatedly responded as he left.

  Three hours later, Jester had acquired two things: one was the wooden puppet-like Sally and the other was the nickname 'Demon', a nickname that would stay with him for life.

  Fay smiled secretly, gently twisting Easy's ear, looking at Jester asking Sally questions in the distance, and said softly: "Boss, Jester rarely takes the initiative to ask for a woman. What's wrong with him today? Suddenly became kind?"

  Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders, smiling and said: "How do I know? I'm not that all-knowing and all-powerful God... Even if God doesn't have a reason to know everything, right? Don't believe me? Let him come and compete with me in shooting, I think I'll definitely win..."

  Fei Li smiled and wrapped her soft body around Yi Chen.

  In the distance, Jester was also surrounded by ladies who had seen his robust muscles and powerful strength, intentionally or unintentionally starting to get in touch with him. Jester wasn't a gentleman who guarded his body like jade, so when those ladies slightly flirted with him, they immediately succeeded. Looking at the noblewomen covering their waists and frowning on the second day, the second mate on the deck said helplessly: "That devilish Mr., it seems that the vicious place is not only in the boxing ring. His fists and his 'gun' are equally astonishingly powerful."

  In the warm sea breeze, the 'Windsor Duke' was getting closer and closer to Shanghai.

  To ensure the safety of the Olympics, several subordinates of Sun Kuo-long have obtained a list of members on board the 'Duke of Windsor' and are investigating the guests' backgrounds, fearing they may have ulterior motives.