In the afternoon, several British police officers arrived at the villa of Philip, the boss of Crown Betting Company, accompanied by two company executives.
As the world's largest betting company, Crown Betting Company had opened an unlimited odds market for the martial arts practical competition's genius group at the Global Martial Arts Convention, setting Jiang Wuming's odds of winning at 3.0.
After the betting market opened, it attracted bets from all over the world, with the betting volume reaching an astronomical figure, marking the craziest betting market in global history.
Especially from Dragon Country, which accounted for over ninety percent of the bets!
Ultimately, Jiang Wuming won the championship, and Crown Company paid out a massive amount of funds, directly leading to its bankruptcy.
At this point, Philip, the company's boss and major shareholder, could not be contacted.
Therefore, after a meeting, the company's shareholders unanimously decided to call the police, which led to the current situation.
The police quickly entered the villa and smelled a putrid odor permeating the air, a bad feeling surging within them.
Later, they found Philip in the bedroom.
To be precise, it was Philip's corpse.
Philip leaned against the headboard, his eyes bulging, his face filled with terror.
He had successfully created the craziest betting market in global betting history, but he had lost the bet, sacrificing his empire and his life!
He died at the very moment Jiang Wuming won the genius group competition of the Global Martial Arts Convention.
Myocardial infarction.
Upon seeing Philip's corpse, both the police and the two accompanying Crown Company executives were initially stunned, but soon felt a sense of relief.
The gambler king's life had come to an end the moment the results were out.
However, they were puzzled. Why would Philip, the gambler king, violate the profit rules of betting, take such immense risks, and gamble with his life and fortune?
...
London, Roman Family Estate.
"Boom—"
With a loud bang, Saintlen@Roman's wooden villa collapsed, reducing it to a pile of ruins.
Saintlen@Roman stood outside the ruins, his true qi surging, his aura fluctuating unstably.
After Jiang Wuming and Zhuge Lingjun left the martial arts arena, he did not return directly to the estate. Instead, he first held a meeting with the heads of various delegations, including Tian Gong Wuhong.
After the meeting, he returned to his residence and, within ten minutes, destroyed his own villa.
No one knew what had happened.
When the deafening sound echoed, many members of the Roman family rushed over, but seeing Saintlen@Roman standing there radiating murderous intent, they all retreated in terror.
Because they all knew that Saintlen@Roman was in a terrible mood that day and feared being caught in the crossfire.
After those Roman family members left, Saintlen@Roman's aura suddenly stabilized, and the killing intent on his body receded.
"Anthony, you scoundrel!"
Saintlen@Roman cursed under his breath, then flashed and left his now-ruined residence, heading towards the main villa of the estate.
Meanwhile, in the ancient castle in Europa.
Anthony@Roman opened his eyes in a secret chamber, then got up and left.
Unlike his usual routine, he did not use a wheelchair but relied on mechanical prosthetics to reach the castle's main hall.
Four people were kneeling in the hall, exuding powerful and terrifying auras.
Among the four, two possessed the aura of Five-Star War Gods, while the other two, like the deceased Tyler, were at the peak of Four-Star War God.
"Sir."
As Anthony@Roman appeared, the four powerful individuals lowered their heads, as if worshipping a deity or repenting before one.
"What brings you here?"
Anthony@Roman looked at the four expressionlessly, his voice hoarse as he asked.
"Sir, we all want to do something for you."
A Five-Star War God with a full beard spoke on behalf of the four.
Like Tyler, they were all absolute confidants of Anthony@Roman.
Over the past few days, they had been following the developments of the Global Martial Arts Convention.
After what happened this morning, they secretly contacted each other and came here, intending to volunteer and help Anthony@Roman resolve his troubles.
"Sir, shall I go and kill that little brat Jiang Wuming for you?"
A Four-Star War God volunteered.
Her name was Alice. She was the only female among the four and was of mixed heritage.
Her father was European, and her mother was from the Land of the Rising Sun.
"With so many strong individuals at the Dragon Country delegation's hotel, how could you kill him?"
Anthony@Roman looked at Alice, his expression indifferent, his gaze penetrating, like a spring rain silently seeing through Alice's thoughts.
Not only Anthony@Roman, but the other three also instantly understood Alice's intentions.
Tyler was dead, and Alice wanted to replace Tyler, becoming the person closest to Anthony@Roman.
This would bring Alice the greatest benefits!
"Sir, I can carry out an assassination. Even if I can't do it in Europa, I can infiltrate Dragon Country. I don't believe that brat is always guarded by strong individuals."
Alice had anticipated this situation and was not flustered. She looked up at Anthony@Roman and stated her well-thought-out plan.
"Assassination is not an option, at least not now."
Anthony@Roman coldly rejected it.
Alice was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood that Zhuge Lingjun's emergence had put Anthony@Roman under pressure.
Especially Zhuge Lingjun's unissued sword strike, which had intimidated the entire martial arts world!
"Salem, you will secretly track the people from the Underworld Hall and must find their headquarters!"
Anthony@Roman turned his gaze to another Five-Star War God.
The man was small and thin, wearing a black robe. His aura was very weak, making it almost impossible to sense his presence.
"Yes, sir!"
Salem immediately accepted the order.
As Anthony@Roman's absolute confidant, he knew very well that Anthony@Roman's fear of the Underworld Hall had always been greater than his fear of the Dragon Country martial arts world.
Even with Zhuge Lingjun's powerful reappearance, this had not changed!
"The three of you should return to your cultivation. I will contact you when there is a mission."
Anthony@Roman then looked at the other three.
"Yes, sir!"
The three also accepted, and at the same time, they knew clearly that Anthony@Roman was not rushing to retaliate against Jiang Wuming and the Dragon Country martial arts world because he did not want to receive Zhuge Lingjun's strike.
After all, if Jiang Wuming and the people of the Dragon Country martial arts world met with misfortune at this time, any fool would know that Anthony@Roman was involved.
And given Zhuge Lingjun's modus operandi, he would definitely not listen to any explanations, nor would he care about so-called rules. Instead, he would directly take the God-Slaying Saber and seek out Anthony@Roman for retribution!
Of course, they also firmly believed that once this storm passed, Anthony@Roman would definitely take drastic action!
It would be both revenge and the elimination of the greatest future threat – Jiang Wuming!
...
On the afternoon of the same day that Anthony@Roman ordered the Five-Star War God Salem to secretly track Shen Zui, Qi Tian, and Caroline, Caroline once again arrived at the hotel where the Dragon Country delegation was staying.
"Miss Caroline, did you come to see me for something?"
Jiang Wuming was surprised by Caroline's arrival.
"Can't I look for you if there's nothing?"
Caroline blinked her beautiful big eyes, looking at Jiang Wuming with a hint of annoyance.
Jiang Wuming found it strange, "Are we very familiar with each other?"
"—"
Caroline was speechless, and her pretty face immediately darkened. She suspected the person standing opposite her was a steel pillar.
"I came to find you because the Hall Master asked me to deliver a message to you," Caroline said grumpily.
"What?" Jiang Wuming asked.
"The Hall Master asked me to tell you that the extraterrestrial enemies will definitely continue to descend, and their strength will be even greater. At that time, the Underworld Hall will be the safest place on this planet, and he looks forward to you joining the Underworld Hall!" Caroline said.
Hmm?
Jiang Wuming's pupils contracted slightly, and he looked at Caroline thoughtfully.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not the one saying it!"
Caroline felt a bit uneasy under Jiang Wuming's gaze.
"What is your relationship with the Hall Master of the Underworld Hall? Why does he always have you deliver messages?" Jiang Wuming asked.
"He is my grandfather!"
Caroline said proudly, her head held high.
"He's your grandfather, no wonder he trusts you so much."
Jiang Wuming realized with a start and then said, "Thank you, and please thank your grandfather for me."
As he finished speaking, Jiang Wuming picked up his tea, signaling his intention to see her out.
"You... you're trying to rush me out?!"
Caroline was somewhat indignant.
This was her first time leaving the Underworld Hall's headquarters.
In the years past, wherever she went within the Underworld Hall, she was always welcomed and respected. Even Shen Zui treated her courteously, unlike Jiang Wuming who seemed to dislike her.
"Sorry, I have something else to do."
Jiang Wuming indirectly gave his reply. He had promised Li Lianyi that he would teach her the mental domain cultivation technique "Nine-Nine Divine Forging" after dinner.
"You..."
Caroline trembled with anger, her chest heaving. She said nothing further and left in a huff.
Why was the Hall Master of the Underworld Hall so confident that extraterrestrial enemies would definitely descend?
If the Hall Master of the Underworld Hall's judgment was correct, and the descending extraterrestrial enemies were even more powerful, then humanity would have almost no hope of resisting. When the nest is overturned, how could any egg remain intact? And why was he so confident that the Underworld Hall would be safe?
Also, why was he so insistent on me joining the Underworld Hall?
Watching Caroline's retreating back, Jiang Wuming fell into deep thought.
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