Football giants

Chapter 192 Fight in!

"Master Huan, what's the matter?"

As soon as he saw Yang Huan put down the phone, Lewis immediately asked with concern.

"Yes, master, what's the situation?" Bielsa and the others were also very concerned.

Yang Huan's face was sullen and expressionless, "The kidnappers want us to listen to them tonight."

Everyone was stunned this time.

"Underground gambling syndicate!" Lewis knew more about the tricks than everyone present.

The British are known to gamble.

Gambling was common in the England national team back then, including Owen, Rooney and others were very avid gamblers.

This also has a lot to do with the domestic environment in the UK, where gambling is legal.

But there is always a group of people who feel that the legal gambling business is too slow to make money and not enjoyable, so they came up with the idea of ​​opening underground gambling, and because of the high odds and various ways of playing, it is very popular among some gamblers.

An ordinary Premier League game involves at least tens of millions of pounds in bets.

As for tonight's FA Cup final, the opponents are Southampton, which is now very popular, and the new Premier League champion Manchester United. Almost all gamblers in the UK and even the world are crazy.

This game involves hundreds of millions, or even ten-figure bets, and the winning or losing is astronomical.

If such a game can be manipulated, let alone kidnapping and extortion, even killing someone, in the eyes of those underground gambling dealers, it is an option worth considering.

"Master Huan, what should we do now?" Lewis was a little confused.

The dealers of these underground gambling syndicates are often closely related to underground gangs.

Some are even opened directly by the boss of the gang.

This is someone that even Lewis dare not provoke easily.

"What should I do?" Yang Huan clenched his fists.

"They dare to break ground on the head of Tai Sui, then if I don't give them some color, won't we let them control us in the future?"

If there is a first time for this kind of thing, there will definitely be a second time.

As long as the handle is in their hands, wouldn't Yang Huan and Southampton have to obey them in the future?

"Old Five!" Yang Huan looked at Long Wu.

At this time, Long Wu not only did not have the slightest fear, but a burst of joy appeared in his eyes.

He hasn't touched for a long time.

"Master, I'll call them all, be safe!"

Yang Huan nodded and smiled, and dialed the phone again.

"Terry, I want you to check for me immediately, where did the call that came into my mobile phone just now come from?"

"Okay, I'll check right away!"

After hanging up Terry Matthews, Long Wu also hung up and walked back.

"Master, they will be here in five minutes."

Yang Huan nodded heavily, "Fifth, it's the first time I've made an appearance, and I'll personally supervise the battle, you guys have to do a good job!"

"Don't worry, master, it's okay!"

Yang Huan turned his head and looked at Bielsa and the others. "You all go back first. Go ahead and do what you should. The team is still preparing for tonight's game as usual, and leave the rest to me."

"Remember, this matter must be kept strictly confidential, and no one is allowed to leak it!" Yang Huan ordered through gritted teeth.

Once this kind of thing is spread, it is not a glorious thing.

"Marcelo, I promise, before the game starts tonight, Ravel Morrison will definitely sit on the bench at Wembley Stadium, don't worry!"

Bielsa didn't know what Yang Huan was going to do, but he felt Yang Huan's responsibility and determination.

"Okay, then I'll go back right away and hold on to the players!"

Yang Huan nodded, "Don't tell them about this, so as not to distract them."

"I see!"

"Lewis!" Yang Huan looked at Lewis again.

"Master Huan."

"You guys go back too, leave this matter to me, and I won't let anything happen to Charlene."

Lewis had no choice but to follow Yang Huan's words.

After the two groups of people left, Yang Huan's cell phone rang again.

"Master Huan, I found it. It's in the two poor buildings in the north of the city."

"Okay, I'll go right now!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Huan hung up the phone regardless of what Terry Matthews said.

Just at this moment, two other bodyguards arrived at high speed in Yang Huan's Bentley.

"The two tallest slum buildings in the north of the city, let's go there!"

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North of Southampton, a slum area.

"Boss, I heard that the Chinese has a very powerful master under his command."

Little Flea Went tremblingly approached a man in his thirties who looked very gentle, wearing suits and ties with glasses, and said with a smile on his face.

"Expert? Bruce Lee, or Jackie Chan?" The glasses brother asked with a smile.

Turning around, there are two burly men behind him, both close to two meters tall, very big, with explosive muscles all over their bodies, they look like the kind of ruthless characters who can kill a cow with one punch.

"Is it taller than both of them?"

Wen Te smiled awkwardly.

To be honest, he hadn't seen it either, but he had heard it mentioned.

"Besides, these days, it's useless to be able to play. If you come out to play, you rely on your brain, and that's what you play!"

The glasses brother deliberately pulled up the hem of his suit on the right side, revealing a Black Star pistol pinned to his waist.

"Tell me, are Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan the best, or this thing?"

Little Flea Wen Te immediately laughed, "Of course the boss is the most powerful!"

The glasses brother laughed, "Damn it, three or four games in a row caused me to lose tens of millions. I want him to give me back tonight with interest!" After finishing speaking, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

"Then how do we deal with them after tonight's game?" Wen Te turned his head sideways and glanced at the two people who were thrown on the ground in the distance.

After Lavelle Morrison was brought back last night, he refused to obey the arrangement and was unwilling to contact Southampton players in private to help with match-fixing. Therefore, he was regarded as a traitor and was beaten severely. Several teeth were knocked out, and his face was covered in blood.

As for the female reporter, she has never been treated badly.

Beautiful women are usually privileged.

"Don't hurt them, as long as they are obedient, let him go after the game."

The glasses brother's calculation is very shrewd. "Southampton is now a famous team in English football. It is very popular among gamblers, especially after repeated upsets, the popularity has risen rapidly."

"As long as you master this team, let alone tens of millions, hundreds of millions are within your grasp!"

When Little Flea Winter and Scarface Claire heard this, they were immediately excited too.

Controlling a professional team is simply a lucrative business for underground bookmakers.

"Boss is really amazing!" Both of them flattered with smiles.

"As for this female reporter..." The glasses man glanced at the blindfolded Charlene Lahiri, with a trace of greed in his eyes, "I have played with women a lot, but I have never played with such a beautiful reporter and news anchor!"

Both Winter and Claire also smiled with envy.

This affair can only belong to the boss, and those who run errands have no share at all.

"I should go back and take her away!"

The glasses brother stood up and pointed at Charlene Lahiri to order his subordinates.

He looked at Wen Te and Claire again, "Look at him carefully, as long as this matter is done, I won't treat you badly!"

"Thank you boss!" The two immediately said in unison.

The guy with glasses greeted him, and immediately two of his subordinates passed by. One on the left and one on the right put up blindfolds, gagged their mouths, and kept whining. Charlene Lahiri, who tried to struggle but failed, went out with him.

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"This is it, Mr. Yang Huan!"

On the outskirts of Southampton's slums, Yang Huan and others got out of the car, and the head of the Southampton Police Department greeted them.

As soon as they received a call from Terry Matthews, they rushed here as soon as possible.

Yang Huan and his party had three cars, and he and his four bodyguards had two cars. On the way, they met Terry Matthews and his assistant, plus a few policemen at the scene, no more than a dozen people.

When Yang Huan was looking for an office building for the WeChat company, Zhu Liangcheng mentioned it jokingly.

The two buildings with a height of more than ten floors are the tallest buildings in Southampton, built by the government for the homeless and the poor.

"How many people are there?" Yang Huan got out of the car, looked at the two tall buildings from a distance, and asked.

"It's not clear yet."

"Unclear?" Terry Matthews was very dissatisfied with the words of the Chief of Police.

How many gangsters in your own jurisdiction don't know?

Then what do you want the chief of the police station to do?
"It's like this, Mr. Matthews. There used to be a small gang of 30 to [-] people gathered here. The boss is called Little Flea Winter. They roamed the streets and alleys of Southampton. The main business is to collect peripherals. I heard that it is a branch of the London underground gang company."

"Company?" This time it was Yang Huan who asked the question.

Terry Matthews immediately explained: "The company is a group of underground gangs in East London. It is also the most powerful underground gang in London and even the whole of the UK. They are basically active in residential areas built by the government for low-income groups. The business is mainly peripheral gambling."

"Since this is the case, why don't you do anything to them?" Yang Huan was surprised.

Now that you know them so well, why don't you just take it all together?
"Master Huan, things are not that simple. We must have sufficient evidence before we can act." Terry Matthews was also very helpless about this. "In the past few years, the economy has been depressed, the police budget has been cut year after year, and manpower is in short supply. Many times, we have nothing to do."

Yang Huan has absolutely no interest in these dirty things in the UK.

He was even thinking that many people in the government might have ties to gangsters.

At least there has been no shortage of such examples in British history.

For example, didn't the British government support the notorious pirates in the early years?
"Are there only twenty or thirty of them?" Long Wu asked.

The police chief noticed Long Wu at this time, but he didn't answer directly, but glanced at Terry Matthews.

The latter nodded slightly.

"Yes, there was only so much, but we received news that a group of seven or eight people also moved in yesterday. They should be with the little flea Wente. This group of people may have done this!"

A sharp light flashed in Long Wu's eyes, "Then what weapons do they have? How many guns do they have? Or are they other powerful weapons?"

The chief of the police station obviously didn't expect Long Wu to ask such a question, and thought for a moment in embarrassment, "According to the information we received, they should not have guns, and even if they did, they would only have one or two, not many."

"No gun?" Yang Huan became curious.

These days, people who belong to underground gangs don't have a gun, so how can they be plausible?

"Master Huan, underground gangs in the UK are more accustomed to using knives than guns, so the murder rate on our side is very low."

Yang Huan looked at Terry Matthews, but he really didn't expect that the underground gangs in Britain were so unpopular.

You don't even have a gun, what an ass!
But it's not surprising to think about it. The UK bans guns. It's really not easy to get guns.

There are several countries in the world that are as weird as the United States, where guns are flooded to that extent.

"Then what are you waiting for, go in!" Yang Huan urged immediately.

"Master Huan, there are only a few of us!" The police chief was depressed, there were thirty or forty people inside, maybe more than half a hundred gangsters.

Yang Huan shook his head depressedly, then looked at Long Wu, who nodded confidently.

"Since your police station doesn't dare, let us do it!"

Turning to face the bodyguard behind him, "Old Five!"

"Master!" Long Wu immediately stood up.

"You go in, whoever dares to stop, kill him for me, as long as no one is killed, I will be blamed if something happens!"

"Understood!" Long Wu smiled coldly.

That cold smile appeared on this harmless face, not to mention how paradoxical it was.

Before Terry Matthews and others could react, Long Wu had already greeted his companions.

I felt the figures in front of me flicker, and they had already rushed more than ten meters away.

Look again, it's gone.

Now Terry? Matthews and others are dumbfounded.

Could it be that this is the legendary Chinese Kung Fu?

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