While out picking up trash, I was forcefully pushed around by a beautiful female CEO.

"You're risking my life to run a betting operation?"

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised to hear Shen Anmin's words.

"Well, that's the situation as far as I know. You don't seem worried at all?"

Shen Anmin said.

"What are you worried about? Uncle, when have I ever taken those people from overseas seriously? If it weren't for the problems within our own ranks, those people from overseas wouldn't even dare to look at me."

Lin Feng said softly.

"You're still the same as you were back then!"

Shen Anmin chuckled and scolded, but his words carried a sense of relief. The fact that Lin Feng could say such a thing showed that the pride of a soldier was still in his bones, and that he had not become afraid of those people because of his near-death experience abroad two years ago.

"Uncle, since those people are using me as the basis for their betting, what is the bookmaker's basis for judging whether I'm still alive? If I don't show up, won't the final answer for this betting game never be revealed?"

Lin Feng asked.

"It's very simple. The betting odds about you on the dark web have a two-week period! If there are no signs of JF-17 activity within two weeks, then it will be automatically assumed that JF-17 is dead! Conversely, if there are signs of JF-17 activity within two weeks, or if there is other sufficient evidence to prove that JF-17 is still alive, then those who bet on JF-17 being alive will receive a tenfold return."

Shen Anmin spoke slowly, but as he finished, he suddenly realized something and hesitantly asked Lin Feng, "What are you up to, kid?"

"What other idea could it be? They're using me as a betting platform, can't I at least collect some interest?"

Lin Feng smiled.

"You little brat, are you trying to make a quick buck off me?"

Shen Anmin was both amused and exasperated.

"Don't you want to, Uncle?"

Lin Feng chuckled.

"What? I'm your uncle, what's wrong with making some money off you? Besides, I'm making money off those foreign bastards, it's honorable!"

Shen Anmin cursed in annoyance.

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this, then, as if remembering something, he asked again, "Uncle, what's the current situation with the betting odds?"

"A considerable amount of money has already been placed. I had someone take a look today, and the total amount in the scheme is already close to fifty million—that's incredible!"

Shen Anmin said.

"So many?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but be stunned. Fifty million US dollars is equivalent to more than three hundred million Chinese yuan.

This betting platform has only been open for one night, and it's already made so much money?

Who knows how much it will rise in seven days?

"That's right. Those with real power in this circle are all assassins and organized groups. These people aren't short of money, so what's a little bit? I'm afraid in a few more days, this whole mess will grow bigger and bigger. You're really making waves as soon as you show your face!"

Shen Anmin smiled.

"This has nothing to do with me. If those people in Kyoto hadn't put me and Qingyao on the assassination list with bounties, the foreign forces wouldn't have noticed anything amiss."

Lin Feng sneered, then asked curiously, "By the way, Uncle, how's the betting going?"

"The ratio of people who oppress you to death to those who oppress you to live is roughly one in a hundred!"

Shen Anmin thought for a moment and then said.

"One hundred to one?"

Lin Feng was stunned.

"Hmm! After all, it's seven days. Do you think someone who's been missing for two years would reappear in seven days? So, many people are betting that you won't appear in seven days. Even though the odds are only one in ten, most people see it as a sure thing!"

Shen Anmin said.

"Oh, I see! Hey, I get it!"

A mocking smile appeared on Lin Feng's lips.

"It's getting late, I have to go to the airport. Kid, anything else you want to ask? If not, I'm hanging up."

Shen Anmin asked.

"Nothing else really happened!"

Lin Feng thought for a moment and then said.

"Yes, regarding your attitude in Kyoto, I'll let you know as soon as there's a result. Like I said before, we elders are still alive. As long as we're here, Xiaofeng, we will never let you die a second time!"

Shen Anmin looked solemn.

Lin Feng's throat tightened, then he nodded: "Understood."

Afterwards, he chatted with Shen Anmin for a couple more minutes before hanging up the phone.

"Things really did take us quite by surprise!"

Lin Feng closed his eyes. A lot had happened in the past two days. Although he had expected the reaction from Kyoto, things had come much faster than he had anticipated.

However, there's nothing to worry about. With Meng Qingyao and Mu Qingning around, before Kyoto's attitude comes out, restoring my power to the Grandmaster level shouldn't be a problem.

Although not at his peak two years ago, his Grandmaster-level strength now gives him the ability to solve problems.

Since Shen Anmin has said that he doesn't need to worry about things in Kyoto, Lin Feng naturally won't waste his energy on that anymore. He'll just wait and see. But no matter what Kyoto's final attitude is, Lin Feng will not change his stance.

Those who betrayed Xiaolong must die! Only blood for blood can appease the spirits of his comrades.

In contrast, Lin Feng's attention was focused on the matter of his betting scheme on the dark web.

A ratio of 100 to 1!

An extremely unbalanced bet!

If I don't show up within a week, the bookmaker who opened the betting market will probably lose everything. Of course, if I show up within seven days, the bookmaker will definitely make a fortune.

The reasoning is quite simple: at the current ratio, out of 50 million US dollars, only about 500,000 US dollars are betting on their own survival.

The odds for betting on oneself to still be alive are 15 times. In other words, once the news of one's survival is confirmed, the bookmaker only needs to pay out the initial bet of nine million US dollars, and the remaining forty-one million US dollars will be pocketed by the bookmaker.

This is incredibly profitable. Moreover, this 500,000 yuan, which is essentially the money he's betting to survive, might very well be the bet placed by the bookmaker himself when the market opens.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

The market manipulator who opened this market is incredibly bold!

Because if he doesn't show up within seven days, the bookmaker will have to pay out a net loss of 50 million US dollars based on the amount of money bet, and this is only the first day! At this rate, the amount of money will definitely increase in the next few days, after all, none of those foreign assassin organizations and military groups are short of money!

The only reason the bookmaker would dare to set such high odds and risks is that they possess some kind of information about themselves, knowing they have a high probability of surviving, which is why they dare to offer this betting option.

"Interesting! But you think you can make money off me? Dream on! This time I'll make sure you lose everything, down to your underwear!"

Lin Feng sneered, a plan already taking shape in his mind.

Regardless of the identity of the person running the scheme, since it's a Ponzi scheme where their life and death are at stake, none of those foreign bastards will get a single penny back from it...