"Ah?" Zhao Xiaodao was startled.
"Those two people just now?" Lin Wan frowned and asked gravely.
Zhang Weili nodded, pointing at the table beside her. "A two-hundred-thousand-dollar check, and a bullet."
Everyone turned to look and saw the two items on the table: a check protruding halfway from an envelope, and a bullet that had rolled to the corner of the table.
The coach said, "Weili has been in excellent form lately. For this title defense, the bookmakers have set the odds at one to 1.2 for her, while her opponent is at one to 2.6."
"A hundred and sixty percent return." Lin Wan raised a brow and gave a scornful laugh. "Looks like the pool is sizeable. Someone got greedy. Who are they?"
"Golden Bay Entertainment Group." The coach held up a business card in his hand.
Lin Wan blinked and said softly, "That sounds familiar. I think I've read up on this entertainment group before. If so, they're no ordinary people."
"Then what do we do? Hurry and call the police!" Zhao Xiaodao said urgently.
"Even if we call the police, we need to inform the person in charge of this UFC event first." The coach said solemnly, "Safety comes first. Even if we have to skip this match!"
Very quickly, the coach went out to gather information, while the person in charge of the match arrived at the suite. After learning the details, everyone found out who they were dealing with.
Golden Bay Entertainment Group was a newly risen financial consortium that had only recently extended its reach into Las Vegas. Behind it stood the Corona Lineage of Tijuana.
"Tijuana?"
The moment they heard that place name, Zhang Weili and Zhao Xiaodao were dumbfounded. "Could it be..."
"The Corona Lineage is one of Tijuana's three great