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Chapter 132
Kai’s eyes narrowed as he looked across the room, his casual demeanor shifting into one of cold focus. The sight of Nash and his friends had stirred something in him—something he had been trying to suppress. He recalled the stern warnings from his grandfather, and more importantly, the words of the two grandmasters in his family: George and Janson. Nash was not someone to be provoked.
At first, Kai had thought of his grandfather’s warning as just another piece of advice, one that could be shrugged off. After all, Nash had helped the Watsons by healing his grandmother, so his grandfather held Nash in high regard, even considering him a benefactor. But then George and Janson, both martial arts masters in their own right, had expressed the same concern. Nash’s strength had far exceeded their expectations—and even their combined martial prowess was no match for him.
Kai’s hand tightened around the glass of wine, his knuckles turning white as he took a long, deliberate swig.
Duncan, seated beside him, followed Kai’s gaze across the room to where Nash sat. His expression remained casual, but he couldn’t resist commenting. “So that’s Nash, huh? I heard he’s the one who killed Crow, Mr. Lane’s confidant. Is that true?”
The mention of Crow’s name hung in the air, and Simon, sitting at the table with them, laughed softly, his voice laced with amusement. “It’s true. But don’t worry, this kid won’t stay on top for long. My grandfather has hired the Ten Juggernauts from the Green Bamboo Association to take care of him.”
The mention of the Ten Juggernauts seemed to catch Duncan’s attention. His eyes sharpened, and he leaned in, lowering his voice as he poured Simon another glass of wine. “I heard each of them is at the strength of a stage-nine grandmaster. Is that true?”
Simon’s smile was confident, bordering on smug. “Of course. The Green Bamboo Association’s strength comes from those Ten Juggernauts. They’ve been key to our growth.”
Kai, his jaw set and eyes hard, raised his glass to Simon. “If Nash Calcraft dies, we’ll be brothers in the future.”
Simon’s smile deepened, and he raised his glass to clink with Kai’s. “Don’t worry, Mr. Kai. Nash’s days are numbered.”
With a cold smile, Kai finished the drink in one long gulp. Beside him, Helena picked up her own glass and sipped it thoughtfully. A moment of silence passed before she spoke again, her voice edged with disdain. “By the way, Black Widow’s opponent today is Bianca, Skadi’s good friend. Do you think she stands a chance of winning?”
Helena’s voice was laced with bitterness. She had no love for anyone associated with Hera, and since Bianca was Skadi’s best friend, that was more than enough reason for Helena to hope she would lose.
Kai’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, a rare flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. Duncan, sensing the change in mood, also grew more serious.
Helena noticed the shift and quickly asked, “Kai… what’s wrong?”
Duncan, trying to hide his growing unease, spoke up. “Kai and I have investments in several poker companies in Mandagor. As of half an hour ago, the betting on Black Widow’s victory has reached over four billion dollars.”
Helena looked confused. “And… what does that mean?”
Kai’s expression turned steely, his voice icy. “It means that in this match, Bianca Lawson will win.”
The revelation stunned everyone at the table, but Kai’s focus remained unwavering. “The Watsons have been laying the groundwork for this moment for three years. Black Widow has brought in nearly 70 million dollars in endorsement fees for us, and over 1.5 billion in profit. But that’s not the point. The point is today’s match. Black Widow will lose, and when she falls from her pedestal, the Watsons and the Duersons will make four billion.”
Helena’s eyes gleamed as the numbers sank in. “Four billion? That’s more than we could ever dream of. Even Rococo couldn’t earn that much in ten lifetimes.”
Her words were filled with a mix of awe and greed, but it was clear that her loyalty lay with the promise of wealth. In her mind, the scheme to make money far outweighed any loyalty to Bianca or her victory. The stakes were high, and the plans had been set in motion. The victory of one would cost another everything.