Buying a cat?
Rorge was stunned.
Why buy a cat??
Corleone boss likes cats?
Hmm... I need to get a small notebook and write it down.
But before he had time to ask in detail, Ralf had already led someone closer, with fierce eyes as if he wanted to eat them both alive.
"Nice job."
Ralf gritted his teeth and glanced at Yego in the field, then turned his head and stared at Rorge: "Although I don't know where you found such a capable guy, but I have to say, you did a damn good job."
As he spoke, he twitched the corners of his lips with a smile and praised, "You have become smarter, Rorge."
"If you had been so smart back then, you wouldn't have been put into a prison car like a lost dog, right?"
Now that things have come to this, how can he still not understand that he has fallen into the trap of the other party?
A newcomer whose name he didn't even know defeated Bode, who had remained undefeated for thirty-two games, in just a few rounds. In addition, Rorge came back by chance, and even used "that thing" as collateral to place a heavy bet of one thousand Gold Dragon...
If you still couldn't see the fishy nature inside, he Ralf would have been chewed to the bone by Flea Bottom long ago.
"Cut the nonsense!"
Faced with Ralf's ridicule, Rorge was hesitant. He looked at him with his nostrils raised to the sky, spread his palms and said confidently, "Hurry up and pay, Ralf!"
"Five thousand Gold Dragon, one less, I'll fucking..."
"It's so rude of you, Rorge."
But before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Corleone.
Corleone's tone was a bit reproachful. Rorge was suddenly speechless and looked at him in confusion, but still took a step back very consciously.
Then, Corleone turned to Ralf, a very friendly smile appeared on his face, and he took the initiative to extend his hand to him.
"This is just a business deal, isn't it, Your Excellency?"
"Business is always like this. Today I win, and tomorrow you win again, and back and forth, Gold Dragon can be circulated instead of becoming a pile of waste discarded in the warehouse."
Looking at the other person's stretched out arm, Ralf was slightly startled.
In this noisy environment, he could actually detect an indescribable aura emanating from the seemingly ordinary man in front of him.
In a daze, he actually had the illusion that he was facing those big shots who really held great power!
[Dignity Lv2]
By some mistake, Ralf almost instinctively reached out and held Corleone's arm.
"Not good!"
The moment the two hands held each other's hands, Ralf's heart rang with alarm bells, and he instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
But before he could react, Corleone suddenly pulled him into his arms and gave him a seemingly warm hug.
At the same time, there was a whisper in my ear, "Didn't anyone tell you never, ever shake hands with your enemies?"
"You..."
Before he could curse, Corleone slapped Ralf on the back very boldly, and at the same time, he deliberately raised his volume and said:
"Hahaha! Happy cooperation, Ralf!"
"Thanks to your help, we made a lot of money this time!"
Fuck!
Ralf's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly pushed Corleone away, his face instantly turned livid.
However, it was already too late.
The warm and friendly embrace between the two was witnessed by everyone.
The actions of the two of them were too subtle. Combined with just now, the always strong Bode was defeated in just a few rounds. In fact, it has already aroused the audience's doubts.
Now, Corleone's words of "pleased cooperation" immediately became the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Fake match!" a gambler who lost his eyes shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Liar!"
"These two guys are a team! They have made an agreement long ago and are trying to defraud us of our money!"
"Geneva, refund your money!"
For a time, the crowd was excited, and the audience who had lost money began to angrily accuse.
As the saying goes, the best thing for human beings is to go with the flow. Under the general trend, not only the audience who lost money, but also many bystanders who did not know why quickly joined the condemnation army.
Most people began to show the charm of language towards Ralf, scolding him as harshly as possible.
If it weren't for the seven or eight strong men around him, I'm afraid Ralf would have been torn into pieces by now.
"You fucking fucked me!!"
Listening to the roaring and tsunami-like roaring roar around him, Ralf was instantly furious.
He clutched the crutch tightly, wishing to cut Corleone into pieces immediately.
This shameless frame-up is simply more vicious than asking him to pay out five thousand Gold Dragon!
Because this is almost breaking his foundation!
If this matter is not handled well, once the reputation of the Colosseum is tarnished, who will dare to come here to place bets in the future?
You know, this Colosseum does not belong to Ralf alone. If the boss behind him knows that he screwed up, maybe his body will appear at a brown soup stall tomorrow morning!
Damn outsiders, so vicious!
"You must speak with evidence, Mr. Ralf."
Under Ralf's fierce gaze, Corleone just shrugged with a half-smile, "Be careful, I will sue you for slander."
"Bastard!"
This look of meat on a hob made Ralf even more furious, and he almost couldn't help but order his men to hack this guy to death immediately.
But in full view of the public, he must not do this!
That would only be considered by everyone as murder and silence, which just confirmed his charge of colluding with others to defraud money!
Conspiracy!
This is a naked conspiracy!
Ralf He gritted his teeth so hard that his gums almost bleed.
He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down. He wanted to instruct his men to calm the restless crowd immediately. Even if he suffered a temporary loss, he had to stabilize the situation first.
But just then--
"Bang!!"
The door to the Colosseum was slammed open from the outside, and a huge sound interrupted the noisy crowd.
Immediately afterwards, a dozen soldiers wearing golden cloaks filed in. They dispersed in a well-trained manner and quickly controlled the entrance area.
The sudden appearance of Gold Cloaks silenced the people present and they no longer dared to make random noises.
After all, as King's Landing's almost only violent law enforcement agency, Gold Cloaks, to a certain extent, has the power of life and death for all people at the bottom.
Ralf breathed a sigh of relief.
In any case, the timely arrival of Gold Cloaks at least gave him some breathing time. As long as he dealt with these two guys in front of him, his reputation would still have room for maneuver.
A proud look reappeared on Ralf's face. He took advantage of the opportunity to lean into Corleone's ear and whispered like him just now, "I don't know which gutter you crawled out of, you bastard."
"But no one told you that in King's Landing, you need to be powerful and have a background to hang out!"
"You think you can defeat me by being clever?"
"Shit!"