Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Although he didn't say a word, Johnson keenly sensed that the man in front of him was not someone to be trifled with.

At this moment, Ding Li's subordinates standing on either side of him spoke first.

"Our boss wants to play a game with you."

Upon hearing this, a look of fear flashed across Johnson's face.

"I don't even know him, why should I play with him? I don't want to play with him, I'm leaving."

As he spoke, Johnson surveyed his surroundings and then abruptly stood up.

Just as he got up and was about to leave, Ding Li lit the cigarette in his hand and then slowly uttered two words.

"sit down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguard in black next to him pressed down on Johnson's shoulder.

Johnson was instantly immobilized, and the black-clad bodyguard's incredibly strong grip made his shoulder go numb.

Johnson's expression immediately turned extremely ugly.

At that moment, he heard Ding Li on the other side speak slowly.

“Mr. Johnson, you may leave, but I guarantee that within a week, your wife back home will receive a telegram stating that the famous football referee Johnson has been buried in the Huangpu River in Shanghai.”

Although the tone was slow and leisurely, it was full of threat!

Johnson broke out in a cold sweat, and he suddenly looked up and roared to bolster his courage.

"This is a threat! This is intimidation!"

At this moment, Ding Li noticed his blustering but cowardly demeanor. After taking a slow drag of his cigarette, Ding Li casually asked...

"Which hand do you football referees usually use to blow the whistle?"

Upon hearing this, Johnson, though looking puzzled, still answered honestly.

"I use my right hand."

The next moment, Ding Li waved his hand, and his subordinate immediately pushed over a stack of banknotes.

"This is my bet of two hundred thousand. I'll also wager two hundred thousand on your whistle-blowing hand. Let's bet on your hand. Take this bet with me."

It would be a lie to say you weren't tempted by two hundred thousand yuan in banknotes laid out before you.

Johnson couldn't help but swallow hard.

At this moment, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Let's bet!"

As the dealer dealt the cards, Johnson gave up struggling and focused intently on the cards in front of him.

"I'll go first."

The score wasn't high, and Johnson immediately held his breath!

It all depends on Ding Li's points!

As the last card was revealed, a faint smile slowly appeared on Ding Li's face.

"Sorry, I'm a little older than you."

In that instant, Johnson vaguely understood.

All of this was clearly a trap set for him.

He tried to stand up suddenly, but his entire body was pressed down onto the gambling table by the black-clad bodyguard behind him.

Johnson looked completely flustered.

"I'm a football referee hired by the Municipal Council, what do you want?"

Meanwhile, his subordinates increased the pressure on his hands.

“The Municipal Council also has to follow the rules, Mr. Johnson, I’m sorry.”

As he spoke, one of his men took out a gleaming, sharp dagger and plunged it directly into the back of Johnson's hand.

“We’ll accept our loss, Mr. Johnson. We’ll take your hand.”

The next instant, with a thud as the dagger pierced the table, Johnson screamed.

The next second, Johnson suddenly realized what was happening.

My own hand doesn't hurt!

In other words, the dagger was not stuck in his hand.

He quickly withdrew his hand and examined the back of his hand carefully.

At this moment, Ding Li, sitting opposite him, put another cigarette in his mouth and spoke slowly.

“Mr. Johnson, I would love to have you as a friend. I don’t need your hand for much, but I quite like it now. You can blew your whistle to whichever football team you want to win, and that team will win.”

Halfway through his sentence, Ding Li's tone turned cold.

........ ...... ...

"There's a football match tomorrow, and you're the referee. It's between Liwupu and Desail, and I want Liwupu to win. Understand?"

After saying that, Ding Li's bodyguard immediately stepped forward, and an oppressive aura suddenly appeared!

Seeing this scene unfold before him, Johnson gritted his teeth and nodded.

"I promise!"

The next day.

"My God, the referee actually awarded a penalty to Desail for a foul! That's unbelievable!"

The referee's behavior drew boos from the entire audience!

The number seven player for Riwon-Poo was now standing at the free-throw line.

At that moment, the television was broadcasting a live football match.

As one of his subordinates approached, about to report, Ding Li waved his hand, signaling him to wait.

At that moment, the excited voice of the football commentator rang out.

"Goal! Liwupu team wins the match 1-0!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Li's lips slowly curled up into a smile.

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It seems Johnson is quite sensible!

It seems the ticket is already in hand.

And the other side.

British Consul Roberts became even more invigorated as he watched Lippo's team win.

Thinking about how his bets could multiply his stake several times over, his thick beard swayed with his movements.

Seeing the subordinate sent by Ding Li beside him, he patted his chest and said loudly.

"I'll take care of Mr. Hua's votes."

Just as the British consul was excitedly taking his betting chips and preparing to return, he turned around and saw Yu Zhenhai walking in front of him.

"Mr. Robert, you haven't forgotten your gambling debts at our casino, have you?"

As soon as he heard that sound, large beads of sweat immediately appeared on Robert's forehead.

Chapter 100: The Standoff Before the Election!

Soon it was time for the election of Hua Dong.

Unfortunately, the weather turned bad, and a light drizzle began to fall.

However, the area outside the Municipal Council was still crowded with people who were on high alert, and reporters with heavy cameras had already been waiting for the best spots.

"Who do you think will get the position of Chairman Hua today?"

"I still think it's Mr. Ye! Mr. Ye truly loves the people, unlike Feng Jingyao, who only knows how to talk big!"

"I think Mr. Ye is just a young man in his early twenties. How could he possibly be a chairman of Huadong!"

"I was just about to have a serious talk with you. Don't underestimate a young man's potential. Gan Luo could compose poetry at seven and become prime minister at twelve. Why can't Mr. Ye become Chairman Hua?"

"I heard this election requires the votes of the consuls of four countries; who knows who will win..."

……

The lively discussion clearly demonstrates the public's level of interest in the election of Hua Dong.

After all, the Municipal Council held many powers, including personnel appointments and dismissals, tax collection, and management of public land, and even had an armed force.

It was arguably the largest power center in the concession!

As a result, every move of the Municipal Council naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

Just then, Feng Jingyao's vehicle arrived.