After the bouts

"What's your esteemed surname, brother?"

Wang Li rarely admired anyone.

In three years of frequenting casinos, he had never won big, but he had never lost, either. He had even kept making small winnings.

He had dubbed himself the "Casino General." The title was a little exaggerated, but it spoke to his record.

People striving to get ahead on the straight and narrow might have looked down on such a record, but in the small circle of gamblers, Wang Li was undoubtedly a formidable expert.

It wasn't genetic fighting prowess that earned Wang Li's admiration. After all, there were countless sequence experts in the world, and if he were to admire one, it wouldn't be any of the fighting experts he knew.

The only people Wang Li admired were others in his line of work.

Zhang Xuezhou had won all three of his bouts, with a payout multiplier as high as 3.5. Such odds were exceptionally high for a points bout.

Winning once was luck, and winning twice was the ancestors' blessing. Winning all three had to involve some skill.

Zhang Xuezhou had timed his buys and sells extremely well. He hadn't sought to buy at the lowest point, nor had he waited to sell at the very highest. His trades had gone through extremely quickly, and he had stacked up a sizable multiplier.

Wang Li thought someone like that was worth getting to know.

"My name's You Teng. Just call me Little You, brother," Zhang Xuezhou replied.

As far as this underground casino was concerned, he was a person of dubious status. He had only come to collect money and wanted no connection to it whatsoever.

Accordingly, Zhang Xuezhou didn't give his real name.

"My name's Wang Li. You can call me Little Wang!"

"Little Wang?"

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