Football giants

Chapter 195 It's all Yang Huan's fault

"boss!"

As soon as Terry Adams approached the boxing gym, the thugs who were guarding outside the boxing gym greeted him one after another.

"Watch closely!"

"Yes, boss!"

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

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

Terry Adams nodded and went directly to the second floor without replying.

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

"The boss brought back another woman."

"Blonde hair, seems pretty."

"Yeah, wait a minute, I don't know if there is still our share."

"Think beautifully."

"Fart, last time the boss rewarded us after he played with a woman."

"That's right, that woman is quite promiscuous. One person can fight a dozen or so, and she can walk home after she's done."

"Really? Is it so exaggerated?"

"It's not that woman exaggerating, it's that they bastards are too weak!"

Amidst the chatting and laughing voices of the younger brothers downstairs, Terry Adams pushed open the door of one of the rooms.

Walk in and it's full of computers.

An operator sits in front of each computer.

"How?" Terry Adams asked with concern as soon as he entered.

One of them stood up, "Boss, so far, we have received more than [-] million pounds in bets for this final, and as the game approaches, more and more people are rushing to bet, and it is expected to exceed [-] million pounds."

"[-] million pounds?" Terry Adams would laugh just thinking about it.

Although a little reconciled, but also feel good.

After all, he is not the only banker in the underground gambling circle in Europe.

"Not bad!" Terry Adams praised with a smile, "Do the math again, what kind of game result is most beneficial to us?"

The purpose of manipulating the game is to maximize the benefits, and it is best to kill them all.

But this is unlikely, so calculations are required.

"Understood, we will prepare right away!"

Terry Adams thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, found Yang Huan's number, and called again.

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

"Hello, Mr. Yang, how are you thinking?" Terry Adams asked with a smile.

Yang Huan looked very calm on the phone, "I can cooperate with you, but I want to make sure they are safe and sound again."

Terry Adams snorted, "Do you still have bargaining chips?"

Lavelle Morrison wasn't with him at all, so he couldn't satisfy Yang Huan's request at all.

As for Charlene Lahiri, that beauty will soon become his prison as well.

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

Terry Adams was taken aback for a moment, but soon he laughed, "You can do whatever you want, but I still advise you, there is only one life, can you afford it?"

"You will know soon, I can't afford to gamble!" Yang Huan also laughed, "Mr. Terry Adams!"

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

"That bastard!" Terry Adams slammed the phone to the ground.

Where on earth did he know my name?
Now that he knew the name, what else did he know?
Did he call the police?

But soon he denied this speculation.

Tonight, the police force of the entire Metropolitan Police Department is basically inclined to the upcoming FA Cup final at Wembley Stadium, and there is no way to investigate this kind of disappearance.

If you really want to check, it will be after the finals.

But where did he know my name?

Suddenly, he had a very ominous premonition.

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The FA Cup final of the [-]-[-] season will kick off at [-]:[-] pm on May [-]th.

Just after noon, Wembley Stadium was already full of people.

Fans from Southampton, Manchester and London all flocked here.

This is the fifth time in Southampton's 100-year history that they have reached the FA Cup final.

Among the previous four times, Southampton only won this championship in [-], which is also the only important championship trophy in Southampton's history.

Interestingly, in that FA Cup final, Southampton's opponent happened to be the Red Devils Manchester United.

Southampton, who was still in the English Second Division at the time, finally beat Manchester United in an upset with Bobby Stokes' golden goal before the end of extra time.

After an absence of 35 years, Southampton once again met Manchester United in the FA Cup final.

Thirty-five years ago, Southampton were a team in the second tier.

35 years later, Southampton is a third-tier team.

35 years ago, after winning this FA Cup, Southampton was promoted to the then top league, League One, and maintained its heyday without relegation for 30 years.

Today, 35 years later, will this Southampton team be able to reproduce the amazing deeds of 35 years ago?
This is also a big doubt for everyone before the game.

As arranged by the FA, the referee for this game is the 40-year-old international referee Martin Atkinson.

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

As a result, in that game, Manchester United lost [-]-[-] away to Chelsea.

This has further increased the outside world's expectation of Southampton's upset chance.

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

Fans began to pour into Wembley Stadium one after another.

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

There are also many Chinese with black hair and yellow skin mixed in the crowd.

Zhuang Ziqing and Feng Jiu lined up among the crowd, waiting to enter.

"Miss, we can just watch it at home, why do we need to squeeze in here?" Feng Jiu complained mutteringly.

I really don't understand, what's so good about a football game?

Is it fun with so many people?
Zhuang Ziqing didn't answer her question, but replied flatly, "If you don't like it, you can go back by yourself."

Feng Jiu was at a loss now, she really didn't dare to leave Zhuang Ziqing and go back alone.

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

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

"Nothing!" Feng Jiu immediately covered her mouth.

Now, the word Yang Huan is taboo, and many times, even the word him cannot be said.

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

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

"Hello, I'm from William Hill. Do you want to place a bet? Bet on the spot, ticket will be issued on the spot, soon!" A guy who looked like a scalper asked all the way over.

It seems that many people have placed bets on it.

Zhuang Ziqing reached into her pocket, took it out, and was a little happy when she saw some change.

"Ah Jiu, how about we buy some too?"

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

This is really the sun coming out in the west.

Didn't the lady hate gambling the most before?

What are you talking about?

Why do you want to place a bet now?

"Just for fun, and you don't want to bet heavily, just a few dollars." Zhuang Ziqing smiled and defended herself.

"Besides, I heard people say that to be a fan is to support a team, and it's fun to be emotionally involved. I don't have a favorite team, so I bet and play, at least I have hope."

Feng Jiu definitely didn't believe it.

Is this really what Miss really thinks?
Even she noticed that the miss must be buying Southampton!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing secretly, waiting for a good show.

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

Zhuang Ziqing didn't dare to say more, she turned around, and when she saw the betting bettor, she beckoned 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, a wealthy team, Ferguson has let go, and I won't go back to Manchester until I kill Southampton tonight!"

"is it?"

"Listen to me, that's right. Manchester United is a giant. Southampton only has a League One team. How can it be enough for Manchester United?"

Zhuang Ziqing was not happy when she heard that, "Who says Southampton is not enough for Manchester United, I will buy Southampton!"

The guy who bet on it was weird, didn't he say he didn't like the team?
Why does it sound like a Southampton diehard?
"I..." Zhuang Ziqing looked at the money in his hand, felt that it was not enough, and reached into his pocket again, "I bet everything, and I will bet on Southampton to win!"

The bettor was a little dazed, "Miss, there are hundreds of pounds here."

As far as this amount of money is put in the hands of ordinary fans, it is enough to buy season tickets for a whole season.

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

Feng Jiu was behind her, secretly amused.

My lady's mind is already very clear, but why is she refusing to admit it?

Soon, the formalities were completed, the bet was placed, and the betting ticket was 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 good Southampton performs?
They are Manchester United who have just won the league championship and reached the Champions League final at the same time!
Ferguson is a well-known cunning and cunning in world football!

Such a person, such a combination, will lose?
What an international joke?
"A dog sees people as inferior and thinks they are inferior, so they think they will lose!" Zhuang Ziqing complained very indignantly.

Feng Jiu chuckled, "That's right, I don't even look at it, that's our future son-in-law!"

Zhuang Ziqing's face turned red with a brush, and she turned her head viciously, staring at Feng Jiu, "What are you talking about? Believe it or not, I tore your mouth off?"

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

But that look clearly reveals a meaning.

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

Zhuang Ziqing was depressed, why is it 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 administrative meeting rooms of Wembley Stadium.

Nicola Cortes found Sun Yue anxiously.

"Old grandson, where is Master Huan?"

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

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

"How can this work? It's already thirteen o'clock, and the game will start in two hours!"

Nicola Cortez was a little impatient.

"People from the FA 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 FA will arrange and want to meet Master Huan."

When Sun Yue heard this, he smiled cheerfully.

The British royal family arranged for the prince to attend the FA Cup final, which has always been the practice in the past.

"Tell me, why do Prince William and Princess Kate want to meet Young Master Huan?" Nicola Cortez asked strangely.

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

"Who knows?" Sun Yue still laughed, "Maybe it's Princess Kate who thinks that our Young Master Huan is handsome, so we've taken a fancy to him!"

Nicola Cortez nearly laughed.

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 broke him down even more.

　The first update of the hematemesis outbreak, asking for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket!
　　Thanks to [book friend 84595780] and [Congxian] for their monthly tickets!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)