Starry Sky Railway: Starting with a furious outburst at Aha

This deathly silence lasted until Scott stepped forward and announced Zhou Yuan's victory.

"What happened??" someone asked, startled.

Boom! These words were like igniting a powder keg, instantly causing the atmosphere to boil over.

No one expected that Zhou Yuan, a newly crowned boxer, could defeat the defending champion Luca, and so easily at that.

"Hahahaha!!! I knew it! Hunter Horse is awesome!!!" someone shouted excitedly. He had just been persuaded by others to bet on Zhou Yuan's victory, and his wealth had increased dozens of times over.

"Why! Give me my money back! I'm not gambling anymore!!" Some people broke down in tears. They had bet their entire fortune on Luca in order to make more profit, and now they had lost everything.

Some people wanted to criticize Luca, but remembering what had just happened, they silently swallowed the words that were on the tip of their tongues. The difference was too great; anyone with eyes could see that Luca had tried his best.

Fang Zheng clutched the receipts tightly in both hands, wishing he had misread them, but the black and white words on the paper told him one fact: he was bankrupt!

He trembled uncontrollably, then a thought flashed through his mind, and he roared in despair, "It's rigged!! They're fixing the match!!"

"Refund!!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look, and some even joined in the shouting:

"Refund! Refund!! Refund!!!"

"You motherfucker, give me my money back right now, or I'm not done with you!!"

This group of crazed gamblers gathered together, seemingly planning to cause trouble. People around them quickly moved aside, making room for them.

Scott was used to this. He waved his hand, and Dr. Digger immediately understood and went to the back. A moment later, a huge creature walked over with heavy steps. It was none other than Big Bear!

Xiong Da's body stood by the door, only half of his steel torso visible, exuding a strong sense of oppression. Upon seeing this, the gamblers who had been causing trouble immediately quieted down considerably.

“You’re all seasoned veterans, you all know the rules of this betting game: a win is a win, and a loss is a loss,” Scott said, pointing at Xiong Da. “Of course, at Fight Club, refunds are possible, as long as you can beat this guy down, we’ll return your money in full!”

As Scott finished speaking, the gamblers fell silent. Who were they to mess with, running a fight club in the lower district? It was fine to get caught up in the excitement and join the commotion, but to keep shouting now was just asking for trouble.

The gamblers scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only Fang, who had lost everything except his underwear, standing there.

He had lost all his money and even food was a problem, but when he looked at Scott and the big bear behind him, he didn't have the courage to do anything. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only swallow his anger.

Ignoring the chaos in the arena, Zhou Yuan picked up the iron arm, walked over to Luca, and handed it to him.

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

Since being thrown off the ring, Luca has remained seated in the same position. Zhou Yuan was somewhat worried: Has his Dao Heart shattered already? That shouldn't be the case.

"Ah! Ah, I'm fine, brother." Luca realized what was happening, quickly got up from the ground, and looked at Zhou Yuan with burning eyes.

“I’m still savoring it… Bro, you’re just… amazing, my God,” Luca exclaimed excitedly. “You’re even stronger than Schwarzkopf! I was in despair when you grabbed me.”

"Brother, how did you train? Why have I never heard of you before?"

"It's good that you're alright," Zhou Yuan said with a smile, patting Luca's shoulder lightly. "As for me, I haven't really trained much. I've always kept a low profile. I wouldn't have come out if it weren't for my sister's matter."

Zhou Yuan had always had a good impression of Luca, especially after the martial arts tournament storyline, he liked Luca's passionate fighting spirit and gritted-teeth struggle even more.

He thought for a few seconds, then came up with an interesting possibility, and whispered a few words in Luca's ear.

"Huh?" Luca asked in surprise, "This...is it really feasible?"

“I can’t guarantee it,” Zhou Yuan shrugged, “but it wouldn’t hurt to try it when you have some free time.”

"Okay, Brother Ma, I understand."

“Brother Ma, would it be convenient for me to come to your house to take a look? I know Dr. Natasha in town, she can help…” Luca said kindly.

Zhou Yuan's background was created by Scott; where did his sister come from? He immediately declined.

"Brother Luca, you've gone to a lot of trouble. You've just lost a match. If someone finds out that you met with me in private, there will be a lot of gossip. It's better to just let it go."

“Is that so? Okay then.” Luca nodded.

"Alright, I suppose Scott's grant has come through, so I won't stay any longer. We'll meet again someday." Zhou Yuan saw Dr. Juejue winking at him and immediately made an excuse to leave.

"Goodbye, Brother Ma." Luca watched Zhou Yuan walk into the club's backstage area and sighed inwardly.

"Hunter, Brother Ma... He's so strong, yet he's willing to hide his identity at such a young and impetuous age, and he's so easygoing... I really still have a long way to go."

Zhou Yuan walked backstage, and Scott greeted him with a smile:

"Congratulations to the young man for his easy victory."

Zhou Yuan waved his hand, signaling him not to say anything more: "Has the account been settled?"

“Alright!” Scott showed the software backend to Zhou Yuan. “This time, my bet and commission totaled 9,826,385 credits. If it’s half, let’s say 4,920,000, bro.”

"As you know, some wealthy people have a lot of money and will casually place a bet when they see a high odds, and some will even go all in... so the returns may not be as big as you imagine."

He hinted at a subtle attempt to ingratiate himself: "Would you like to settle this payment with credits or Winter City Shields?"

The returns aren't that great... This time, the returns far exceeded Zhou Yuan's expectations, to the point that he felt it was all a bit unreal. "Credit points, please."

He had his own plans. Buying manufacturing materials would only cost three million credits. Even if he paid a portion himself, he would still have over a million credits left. Once he left Belloberg, he would become a millionaire overnight! A million credits should last a long time... right?

“Okay,” Scott took out a card from his pocket, operated it on his phone for a while, stuck a piece of tape on the card, and handed it to Zhou Yuan. “The password is on the tape. The credit points have been transferred. Please check.”

Zhou Yuan took the card that looked like a bank card and suddenly felt his strength plummet and his whole body go weak. Fortunately, he was already used to this change and his expression remained normal, so no one noticed anything amiss.

“Aha…you…” Zhou Yuan suddenly had the idea of ​​obtaining the power of other star gods. This blessing from Aha was too abstract and too casual.

He glanced at the PIN, casually put the bank card into his breast pocket, and said to Scott:

"Alright, it's been a pleasure doing business with you. I'll be going now."

Zhou Yuan had no intention of checking the amount. He was confident that even if Scott had a thousand lives, he wouldn't dare to lie to him.

With Scott seeing him off, Zhou Yuan walked out of the fight club, habitually looking up at the sky and carefully sensing the changes in his own strength.

Half of it is gone... but thankfully, the rest should be more than enough in Yalilo.

Zhou Yuan sighed and casually fiddled with his phone for a few moments. He then realized he'd left in a hurry in the upper district and hadn't added Hiluva's contact information, which meant he couldn't transfer the money now.

"...Since things have come to this, let's go to sleep." One bad news after another, and weariness washed over him like a tide. Zhou Yuan had no time to think about anything else. He glanced at his dirty shirt, found a quiet corner to lie down, and immediately fell asleep.

"Zhou...Zhou Yuan??"

In the dim light, Zhou Yuan heard someone calling his name. He subconsciously opened his eyes and met the gaze of two lovely girls.

"Hey, Xing, March 7th, how did you find me?"

Neither of them answered him. March 7th stared at Zhou Yuan's attire with a distorted expression, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a single sentence:

"You'll be sleeping on the streets if you leave us?"

"Where's your suit? The Magician never takes off his suit!" Xing followed up.

"Heh, what's so special about that? I'm not bragging, but in just one day, I made..." Zhou Yuan subconsciously reached up to touch his chest, only to find it empty! He immediately jumped up from the ground in surprise and searched his entire body.

"Where...where's my money?!"