Reborn as a Noble's Son-Chapter 912 - 868 The Bet

Chapter 912: Chapter 868: The Bet

Chapter 912 -868: The Bet

“Clap, clap, clap!!”

As Nie Zhenbang’s voice fell, a round of applause suddenly came from the side, followed by a voice: “Good, well said. I’ve been exploring and pondering, and today, I finally got the answer I wanted. It feels like an epiphany.”

The voice spoke Huaxia, although with a heavy Western accent in pronunciation and tone. But honestly, for a foreigner to be able to speak to such an understandable extent was no easy feat.

Looking in the direction of the voice, a young man about thirty years old approached Nie Zhenbang, escorted by several bodyguards.

With a smile to Nie Zhenbang, the man said, “You indeed are a distinguished guest from the ancient eastern country, with cultural depth honed over thousands of years, much deeper than myself or Qusaid, this imbecile. Although we both bear the title of heirs, everyone knows that the family affairs don’t really need our meddling, and so, we naturally have to devote our excess energy to indulgence.”

At this point, the man’s gaze turned to Nie Zhenbang and he spoke earnestly, “Allow me to introduce myself, I am Emerson Groot.”

Once Emerson finished speaking, it was evident that his words were translated to Qusaid. As the saying goes, ‘Foes meet with special fury.’ The two families were already like fire and water. But now, to be outright called an imbecile, Qusaid immediately flew into a rage, bellowing, “Emerson, I think you don’t understand your situation. You still dare to come to Busa City, are you not afraid of being obliterated? If I were you, I’d crawl back to the Southern part right away.”

Nie Zhenbang, however, was deep in thought. He hadn’t expected to encounter someone from the Kogulut family here, and this person seemed to hold a high status to boot. A plan began to form in Nie Zhenbang’s mind. Without so much as a glance at Emerson, he turned to Qusaid and said, “Qusaid, I think we should leave. Sometimes, you must learn to carry yourself with the dignity of nobility, like in this very situation. Surely, if a dog bites you, you wouldn’t rush to bite it back, right? That would lower you to the same level as the dog.”

When it comes to cursing, the Huaxia language has a certain sharpness unmatched by any other nation, due to its five thousand years of cultural inheritance with sophisticated construction and pairing of words.

After Nie Zhenbang’s words were translated into Starmoon language, Qusaid paused, and then quickly laughed out loud, understanding the implication. Nodding, he said, “Right, Nie, you are absolutely correct. I shouldn’t stoop to the level of a dog.”

Meanwhile, Emerson’s face turned dark with rage. Since childhood, Emerson had admired the Eastern culture because he knew from Starmoon’s history that the ancestors of the Star Moon Nation were the Turkic people who once lived on the eastern grasslands until they were driven off by the Mongol butcher in the 14th to 15th century. Therefore, he had studied Eastern cultures and languages from an early age.

Recently, hearing that Qusaid had brought a group of Eastern people over, Emerson, out of curiosity, had stepped out to greet them. To his dismay, not only had he failed to make any friends, but he had also been humiliated by them. Moreover, these Easterners carried themselves with such arrogance, not even sparing him a glance, which was contemptuous.

Taking a pause, Emerson’s expression grew even more sullen as he then faced Nie Zhenbang and Qusaid, his arrogance on full display, “Easterners, I hope you can continue to be as proud. Qusaid, if you have the nerve, let’s settle the score at the underground fighting ring here. I want to show you the consequences of crossing me.”

“Underground fighting ring? Is there a particular etiquette for that, Qusaid?” Nie Zhenbang asked, feigning ignorance.

At this moment, a somewhat unnatural expression appeared on Qusaid’s face, and with a forced smile, he explained, “Underground fighting ring, this is the place for underground fights. Once you’re on stage, someone must be completely defeated. There are gambling stations in the ring. Temerson and I often bet against each other in this way.”

Given Qusaid’s reluctance to elaborate, Nie Zhenbang understood—Qusaid’s track record must be more losses than wins against Emerson, leaving him unable to raise his head high.

At that moment, a smile played on Nie Zhenbang’s lips. If Liu Kun or Zhao Xinglong, who knew Nie Zhenbang well, had been there, they would have exclaimed that Nie was about to pull a fast one.

Nie Zhenbang stepped forward, patted Qusaid on the shoulder, and smiled, “Qusaid, don’t be discouraged. I’m quite interested in this. I wonder, could one of my people take your place in this boxing match?”

Upon hearing Nie Zhenbang’s words, Qusaid’s face lit up. Clearly, this was allowed. In such underground fights, the lack of rules was, in itself, the only rule. Here, as long as you were brave enough to step onto the stage and had someone to recommend you, no matter who you were or where you came from, you could fight.

However, Qusaid immediately shook his head and said, “Nie, you don’t need to do this. You must understand, underground boxing is very dangerous. Once you step into the ring, there’s no guarantee of life or death, unless you’re the last victor. This time, Emerson has found a formidable fighter, a professional boxer from Ulan. I’ve heard that Emerson broke him out of prison. This man has a nickname here, called ‘Nuclear Bomb.’ He’s fought thirty-eight times and has delivered a knockout every time. With one lethal punch, he’s made his wins. Right now, he has the lowest odds in Devil’s Cave. I will find someone to deal with him, but not now.”

Qusaid’s words were sincere and earnest, which gave Nie Zhenbang a good impression of the Osman family. It seemed that they were a party that could be cooperated with over the long term.

Yet Nie Zhenbang took this approach for his own purposes. After a pause, he continued, “Qusaid, you don’t need to worry, I am confident in this.”

As he spoke, Nie Zhenbang looked over at Emerson and said, “The Kogulut family, very good, very impressive. I am honored, having just arrived in Starmoon today, to receive such a warm welcome from the Kogulut family. May I ask if I could have the opportunity to participate in this boxing match? My man here and this Mr. Emerson… how about a fight between them?”

At this moment, Emerson was fuming. Never before had he been subjected to such humiliation, such contempt. Looking at Nie Zhenbang, any hint of favor Emerson might have had vanished as his brow raised slightly, and he indifferently said, “Since someone is courting death, I see no reason not to oblige.”

Emerson spoke these words in the Starmoon language. He could speak Huaxia as well, but at this moment, he was already seething with intense dissatisfaction towards Nie Zhenbang, so why would he speak Huaxia?

Unfazed by Emerson’s sarcasm, Nie Zhenbang responded with a calm smile, “The wager, since it’s a boxing match, should obviously include some stakes to make it appropriate. How about we bet ten billion US dollars?”

This amount was something Nie Zhenbang had considered carefully. If it were just one billion US dollars, he believed, given the Kogulut family’s status and Emerson’s connections, one billion in assets wouldn’t be a problem. But ten billion wasn’t so easy. Even if Emerson really had that much wealth, it wasn’t all likely to be in cash. If Emerson couldn’t come up with the full amount when the time came, then Nie Zhenbang’s plan could proceed.

As expected, upon hearing Nie Zhenbang’s words, Emerson started to hesitate. While it was true he was a profligate son, that didn’t mean he was a fool.

Obviously, this man from the ancient eastern country spoke of ten billion US dollars with such ease; two things could be deduced from this. First, this man was very wealthy, finding ten billion US dollars to be a trivial amount. Second, he was absolutely confident he wouldn’t lose.

Ten billion US dollars was not a minor sum for Emerson. Even his entire fortune added up to about that much, but more than half of that consisted of real estate holdings.

At that moment, Emerson’s expression did not escape Nie Zhenbang’s notice. Just as Emerson was about to speak, Nie Zhenbang interrupted appropriately, “What’s the matter? Can’t even handle this bet, Master Emerson of the esteemed Kogulut family?”

Speaking, Nie Zhenbang shook his head as if filled with pity, contempt, and maybe even sympathy, then turned to Qusaid, “Qusaid, never mind, since they can’t handle the bet, let’s not gamble after all.”

Qusaid was in high spirits at this moment, Nie Zhenbang’s words instantly gave him the feeling of a triumphant vindication. Why hadn’t he thought of this himself? If he had, would Emerson still have the gall to be so arrogant?

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Then, Qusaid laughed heartily, “Exactly, if Master Emerson can’t take the bet, let’s forget it. We can’t force him. Nie, this way please. I’ve heard that many exceptional beauties have arrived today. Later on, I must ensure you get a chance to meet them, as a way to extend my sincerest welcome.”

Originally, Emerson could still keep a level head, but now provoked by Qusaid, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Sometimes that’s how it is. Losing to anyone would be fine, just not to certain people.

This attitude was the result of a longstanding sense of absolute superiority. In the past, he had always kept this person down, but suddenly, overnight, he found the one he’d trampled on riding high above him. Many would struggle to accept such a turn of events.

Face flushed, Emerson watched as Nie Zhenbang and Qusaid played him, increasingly feeling that the two were merely bluffing. In a burst of anger, he exclaimed, “Hold on, who said I’m backing down?” (