Football Giants

"boss!"

As soon as Terry Adams approached the boxing gym, the fighters who were on guard outside the gym greeted one after another.

"Watch tight!"

"Yes, boss!"

Terry Adams opened the door and walked into the boxing gym. There was a lot of space inside and there were many boxers practicing on the stage.

When I saw Terry Adams, they stopped one by one and called respectfully, "Boss!"

Terry Adams nodded, without replying, and went straight to the second floor.

Up the stairs, Terry Adams turned left, and the two bodyguards carried Charlene Laheri to the right.

"The boss brought back a woman again."

"Golden hair, it looks pretty."

"Yes, wait a minute, I don't know if we have any more shares."

"Think beautiful."

"Fart, the last time the boss just played with a woman, he rewarded us."

"Yeah, that woman is quite ridiculous, one person against a dozen of them, and she can walk home after finishing it."

"Really? Is it such an exaggeration?"

"It's not that woman's exaggeration, but their group of **** are too weak!"

Terry Adams pushed open one of the doors in the voices of the kids talking and laughing downstairs.

Walked in and it was full of computers.

An operator sits in front of each computer.

"How?" Terry Adams asked caringly as soon as he came in.

One of them stood up and said, "Boss, we have received more than 300 million pounds of bets in this final so far, and as the game approaches, more and more people are rushing to place bets. It is expected to exceed 500 million."

"Five million pounds?" Terry Adams laughed when he thought of it.

Although a little unwilling, but also feel good.

After all, he is not the only dealer in the underground gambling circle in Europe.

"Not bad!" Terry Adams smiled and praised, "If you count, what kind of game result is best for us?"

The purpose of manipulating the game is to maximize the benefits, preferably through killing.

But this is unlikely, so it needs to be calculated.

"Understand, we will prepare now!"

Terry Adams thought for a while, took out his cell phone, found Yang Huan's number, and called.

"Hello!" The call was quickly connected, and Yang Huan's voice came.

"Hello, Mr. Yang, how are you thinking about it?" Terry Adams asked with a smile.

Yang Huan appeared calm on the phone, "I can cooperate with you, but I want to confirm again that they are safe and sound."

Terry Adams grinned, "Do you still have a bargaining chip?"

Ravel Morrison was not here at all, so he couldn't meet Yang Huan's request at all.

As for Charlene Laherit, that beauty will soon become his forbidden.

"I suspect you killed them." Yang Huan said suddenly.

Terry Adams was taken aback, but he laughed quickly, "Whatever you want, you can think so, but I still advise you to say that there is only one life, can you afford to gamble?"

"You will know soon, I bet whether I can afford it!" Yang Huan also laughed, "Mr. Terry Adams!"

When his name was finally spoken, Terry Adams shook his hand, and the first reaction was to hang up.

"That bastard!" Terry Adams slammed the phone to the ground.

Where did he know my name?

Now that he knows the name, what else does he know?

Did he call the police?

But soon he denied this speculation.

Tonight, the police force of the entire London Police Department is basically inclined to the FA Cup final to be held at Wembley Stadium, and there is no way to investigate this disappearance.

I really want to check, that's something after the finals.

But where did he know my name?

Suddenly, he had a very ominous hunch.

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The 2010-2011 England FA Cup final will kick-off at 15:00 on May 14th.

Just after noon, Wembley Stadium was full of people.

Local fans from Southampton, Manchester and London have all flocked here.

This is the fifth time in Southampton's 100-year history that it has reached the FA Cup final.

In the previous four times, Southampton only won this championship in 1976, which is also the only significant championship trophy in Southampton's history.

Interestingly, in that FA Cup final, Southampton's opponent was the Red Devils Manchester United.

Southampton, who was still in the second division of England at the time, relied on Bobby Stukes' golden goal before the end of overtime, and finally defeated Manchester United upset. This was another in FA Cup history. The unpopular decisive battle talked about.

After 35 years of absence, Southampton once again met Manchester United in the FA Cup final.

Thirty-five years ago, Southampton was a second division team.

Thirty-five years later, Southampton is the third division team.

Thirty-five years ago, after winning the FA Cup, Southampton was promoted to the then top league League One and maintained its heyday without relegation for thirty years.

Today, 35 years later, can this Southampton team reproduce the amazing deeds of 35 years ago?

This is also a big doubt for everyone before the game.

As arranged by the FA, the referee of this game is the 40-year-old international referee Martin Atkinson.

The referee had previously enforced Manchester United's away challenge to Chelsea in the Premier League.

As a result, in that game, Manchester United lost to Chelsea 1-2 away.

This has further increased the outside world's high probability of an upset in Southampton.

But from the odds opened by William Hill, Manchester United is still far ahead, occupying an overwhelming advantage.

Fans began to pour into Wembley Stadium one after another.

The closer to the court, the more people there are.

There were also many Chinese with black hair and yellow skin in the crowd.

Zhuang Ziqing and Feng Jiu lined up in the crowd, waiting to enter.

"Miss, we can just watch it at home, why should we come here to squeeze?" Feng Jiu muttered.

I really don't understand, what's so good about football matches?

Is it fun with so many people?

Zhuang Ziqing did not answer her question, but faintly replied, "If you don't like it, you can go back by yourself."

Feng Jiu was gone, she really didn't dare to leave Zhuang Ziqing and go back alone.

But he muttered, "I see, you just want to see him!"

"What are you talking about?" Zhuang Ziqing changed her face immediately.

"Nothing!" Feng Jiu immediately covered his mouth.

Now, the two words Yang Huan are taboos, and even in many cases, he can't even say the word.

I really don't understand, does this girl's mind need to be so complicated?

Waiting in line for admission is very boring, so some savvy people know how to take advantage of the opportunity to make some extra money.

"Hello, I'm from William Hill, do you place a bet? Betting on the spot, tickets will be issued on the spot, soon!" a guy who looked like a scalper asked all the way.

It seems that many people have bet to buy.

Zhuang Ziqing reached into her pocket, took it out, and saw some change, a little joy.

"Ajiu, why don't we buy some too?"

Feng Jiu was dumbfounded, "Miss, do you want to bet?"

This is really the sun coming out from the west.

Didn’t the lady hate gambling the most before?

What are you talking about?

Why do you want to bet now?

"Well, don't bet heavily, just a few yuan." Zhuang Ziqing smiled and defended herself.

"Furthermore, I heard people say that when a fan is to support a team, it's fun to invest in emotions. I don't have a team I like, so I can play with the betting, at least I have hope."

Feng Jiu definitely didn't believe it.

Is this really Miss's true thoughts?

She even noticed that the young lady must buy Southampton!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh secretly, waiting for a good show.

Just support him and just say, is it necessary to make it so complicated?

Zhuang Ziqing didn't dare to say more, turned around, and when he saw the bettor, he beckoned to call him over.

"What are you buying tonight?" Zhuang Ziqing asked.

"It depends on which team you like."

Zhuang Ziqing said twice, "I don't have a team I like."

"Then buy Manchester United, the giants, Ferguson will let go. If you don't kill Southampton tonight, you won't return to Manchester!"

"is it?"

"I’m right. Manchester United is a giant. Southampton is just a League One team. How can Manchester United play?"

Zhuang Ziqing was not happy when she heard that, "Whoever says Southampton is not enough for Manchester United, I will buy Southampton!"

The guy who bet is weird. Didn't you say you didn't like the team?

How does it sound like a diehard Southampton?

"I..." Zhuang Ziqing looked at the money in her hand and felt that it was not enough, and then reached into her pocket, "I have all bet, and I will bet on Southampton to win!"

The bettor was a little stunned, "Miss, this is hundreds of pounds."

To say that this money, put in the hands of ordinary fans, it is enough to buy a season ticket for the entire season.

"I know, they are all charged!" Zhuang Ziqing was also angry.

Feng Jiu was behind her, secretly amused.

In fact, the young lady's mind is already very clear, but why does she refuse to admit it?

Soon, the procedures were completed, the bet was placed, and the betting ticket was given. Before leaving, the man shook his head and sighed to wish Zhuang Ziqing good luck.

It felt as if Southampton had already lost.

No wonder, no matter how good Southampton performs?

They are Manchester United who just won the league title and reached the Champions League final at the same time!

Ferguson is also a famous veteran in world football!

Such a person, such a combination, will lose?

What international joke?

"The dog sees people as low and thinks that they are low in rank, and they think they will lose!" Zhuang Ziqing complained very angrily.

Feng Jiu smiled, "That's right, don't look at it, that's our future uncle!"

Zhuang Ziqing's face was flushed with her ears, and she turned her head viciously, staring at Feng Jiu, "What are you talking about? Believe it or not, I tore your mouth?"

"Oh, don't say it, don't say it!" Feng Jiu quickly covered his mouth.

But the expression in his eyes clearly revealed a meaning.

I don’t say, but I think it’s always okay!

Zhuang Ziqing is depressed, why is it so?

In the end she felt that it was Yang Huan's fault!

At this moment, above Zhuang Ziqing's head, in one of the executive meeting rooms at Wembley Stadium.

Nicolas Cortes found Sun Yue anxiously.

"Old Sun, where is Young Master Huan?"

Sun Yue was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall, overlooking the crowds entering the stadium entrance.

Hearing what Nicolas Cortez said, he shook his head, "I don't know."

"How can this work? It's 13 o'clock now, and the game will start in two hours!"

Nikolai Cortez was a little uncomfortable.

"The people from the FA just came to me and told me ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Prince William and Princess Kate will come to the scene to supervise the battle later. They also hope that the FA will arrange to see Master Huan."

When Sun Yue heard it, he smiled cheerfully.

The British royal family arranged for the prince to attend the FA Cup final, which has always been a practice in the past.

"You said, why would Prince William and Princess Kate want to see Master Huan?" Nicola Cortes asked strangely.

Usually, people in the royal family do not have much contact with the outside world.

"Who knows?" Sun Yue still chuckled, "Maybe it is Princess Kate who thinks that our young master Huan is handsome, and he is in love with him!"

Nikolai Cortez almost laughed.

Is it possible?

Not to mention that there is no such possibility, even if there is, but Prince William is still there.

Unexpectedly, the following sentence from Sun Yue broke him even more. ()