A plan?
Listening to Bao Qiudong's urgent question, Chen Tiansheng licked his lips. He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. Below, a young man with Southeast Asian features was being dragged from the arena by several staff members. Clearly, his life had been snuffed out.
"An underground death match?" Chen Tiansheng asked, frowning at the scene below before answering Bao Qiudong's question.
"Yes. They all sign a death waiver before getting in the ring. I never force anyone. The black guy was a recent find; the odds on him were one to 1.2. The man from Thailand has won eighteen straight matches here, so his odds were one to 0.8. There were about ten million bet on the Thai fighter for this match. All told, this fight earned me around three million," Bao Qiudong said. He wasn't rushing Chen Tiansheng for an answer; he knew that if he was meant to know, Chen Tiansheng would eventually tell him.
