The white man continued, "Besides, everything here, whether it's the casino or the arena, is fucking outsourced. We don't even know if his boss is aboard this ship."
The referee breathed a small sigh of relief. His life was safe for the moment.
He knew perfectly well that if they decided he was no longer useful, they would absolutely put a bullet in him, even if only to make an example of him.
Of course, he also knew that if he really transferred all the money to them, his fate probably wouldn't be much better.
It was a difficult balance to strike.
The referee said bitterly, "For a normal match, I can indeed authorize the transfer once I confirm the result, but this..."
He wanted to say that, under normal circumstances, that Japanese judo expert could never have died in just ten seconds. But when he saw the look in the man's eyes, he didn't dare say it aloud.
Just then, the arena doors opened. A commotion sounded outside, and then groups of people were herded inside like ducks.
Shen Bing had an incredible memory and immediately recognized them all as crew members and passengers aboard the cruise liner.
They've fucking rounded up everyone! Shen Bing smiled bitterly to himself. It seemed this really had been planned in advance.
A vicious-looking man followed them in, also carrying a machine gun. When he saw the white man standing in the ring, he immediately said, "Boss, we've taken control of the entire ship. Everyone on the list has been brought here."
The white man brightened. "Good work! Bring them all in and proceed as planned."
The vicious-looking man immediately turned around and fired a burst into the air, then roared, **"Get the fuck down! Hands on your heads! Anyone who fucking moves