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    “More than two wins?”

    Song Hongyan smiled. The smile was like a blooming flower, beautiful and charming.

    She said softly: “Those major markets, if they receive the funds we bet on Ye Shao to win, there is a high probability that they will be transferred to Ling Anxiu to suppress Prince Harmon.”

    Gao Jing slapped her head: “Then we will take money from Ling Anxiu and beat Ye Shaoying at all major handicaps… In this cycle, wouldn’t the amount of money be astronomical?”

    Song Hongyan leaned back on her seat and crossed her legs, showing an elegant and confident posture.

    “It all depends on their desires. The greater the desire, the worse they will lose and the worse their death will be.”

    Song Hongyan’s voice was full of indifference and determination. She had no sympathy for those greedy people: “It depends on their own fate.”

    This is a closed-loop bet. Once the major markets become greedy, it will not be a serious loss of vitality, but a loss of money or even death.

    Gao Jingjing couldn’t help but sigh: “In this battle, I’m afraid many of the world’s giants will collapse.”

    “That’s right!”

    Song Hongyan leaned back in her seat, her eyes revealing a firmness and confidence.

    “Use their money to make them bankrupt and even fall apart! This is also the price of despising my husband.”

    “I also want to use bloody money figures to build a Western financial empire for my husband, so that those princes and princesses can learn to respect and fear him.”

    Song Hongyan’s voice was full of domineering and proud, and her love and support for Ye Fan was unconditional.

    There was a trace of worry in Gao Jing’s eyes: “But if too many of them collapse, they will probably get together to take revenge on you, Young Master Ye and Miss Ling!”

    She worried that the plan would have unintended consequences.

    Song Hongyan said in a disdainful tone: “Losers are in trouble themselves, how can they still have the energy to retaliate against us?”

    “Besides, I won’t give them a chance!”

    “After I win their wealth tonight, I will give one tenth of it to eradicate their opponents. No one will refuse revenge with money.”

    There was coldness and determination in Song Hongyan’s voice, and she was fully prepared for possible revenge.

    Gao Jing breathed a sigh of relief: “I’m relieved that Mr. Song has made arrangements.”

    Her voice was full of admiration and trust. She knew that Song Hongyan was a very capable woman and that every decision she made was carefully considered.

    Song Hongyan waved her finger lightly: “Go out and do things, but try to spread your bets as much as possible, otherwise I’m worried they won’t be able to pay the compensation.”

    Song Hongyan’s words were full of caution and rationality, and she had considered every detail of the plan very carefully.

    Gao Jing nodded: “Understood, I’ll arrange it right away!”

    Song Hongyan looked at the computer screen, looked at the photo of Ye Fan and herself, and said in a gentle voice: “Husband, I want to win!”

    “Ugh!”

    While Song Hongyan and Ling Anxiu were operating on two fronts, the Sun family’s motorcade roared into Beacon Square.

    The atmosphere in the square instantly became tense, and people’s eyes were focused on the motorcade, looking forward to the appearance of Ye Fan and Prince Harmon.

    Subsequently, more motorcades from all sides entering the square to watch the match.

    Not only are there more than a hundred seats placed near Beacon Square, but countless cameras have also been installed around it.

    Therefore, not only can the audience see Ye Fan and Prince Harmon fight, but the battle between the two can also be recorded in an all-round way to ensure fairness and justice.

    “Ugh——”

    When Sun Mobei and the others sat down in their seats, the motorcade of Nightingale Villa was slowly entering the square, and the doors opened one after another to attract the attention of everyone.

    Then Asna and Aiya emerged from the car one by one. Asna was still graceful and elegant, with her flowing long skirt showing off her style.

    Asna wore a long dress tonight, which not only covered her injuries, but also highlighted her tall figure.

    Especially under the lighting, her face is charming and full of mature femininity.

    “Mrs. Asna, Miss Aya, good evening!”

    When Asna and the others walked over, Sun Mobei glanced at them, with undisguised evil in his eyes:

    “As expected of a flower, it’s really delicious. Even an old-timer like me is tempted by the lady’s amorous feelings.”

    “In this way, if Mark loses tonight, you will be my maid, and I will ask for a reward from Prince Harmon to keep you alive.”

    “Otherwise if Ye Fan dies, Nightingale Villa will be completely wiped out, and Madam will die without a burial place.”

    “Don’t think that your royal status and Boston coat can protect you, it’s useless!”

    “In addition to the huge losses caused to Prince Harmon by you and Ye Fan working together, there are also many people in your Boston family who want you to die.”

    “After all, if you don’t die, how can they cooperate with the Corsi family in your place?”

    “So Madam, there is only one way, and that is to be my slave girl. I will keep you alive and continue to give you good food and clothing, how about that?”

    Sun Mo Beipi looked at Asna with a smile, imagining all kinds of actions inappropriate for children, thinking of venting his anger on Ye Fan by humiliating Asna.

    The harm Ye Fan brought to him made him full of murderous intent.

    Aya was angry: “You——”

    Asna waved her hand to stop Aya’s anger, then looked at Sun Mobei and said calmly: “I heard that your precious grandson Sun Feiying died?”

    Sun Mobei’s smile faltered.

    Asna asked with an innocent face: “I heard that Sun Feiying was shot in the head and died in front of the God who he had been loyal to all his life, right?”

    Sun Mobei’s face turned gloomy.

    Asna continued to ask: “Is he dead? When will he be buried? Please don’t invite me to the funeral?”

    Sun Mobei gritted his teeth: “Bitch!”

    Asna sighed: “Sun Feiying is dead, your Sun family seems to be extinct? But it’s okay, let Prince Harmon leave a seed for you…”

    Sun Mobei slapped the handle of the chair and shouted: “That’s enough! Asna, don’t bully others too much!”

    Asna stabbed her again: “I am so angry that I really killed my grandson?”

    “Pounce!”

    Sun Mobei spurted out a mouthful of blood: “Shut up! Bitch, wait, wait until Prince Harmon wins the duel, and see how I deal with you!”

    Asna’s lips curved into a hint of teasing: “It’s a good idea, but unfortunately, Prince Harmon can’t win tonight…”

    “Boom!”

    At this moment, a helicopter sound suddenly came from the sky, and then a helicopter roared over.

    The powerful propeller airflow and the dazzling white lights made everyone tilt their heads and close their eyes.

    Soon, the helicopter hovered above the thirty-meter-high lighthouse, and the hatch opened.

    Then there was a loud bang, and a man in brocade jumped out of the helicopter and landed heavily on the platform above the lighthouse.

    The helicopter flew away, and the man in brocade put his hands behind his back, leaving his back to the audience.

    His figure, silhouette, temperament, and courage showed everyone that he was Prince Harmon.

    Sun Mobei shouted happily: “Prince Harmon! Prince Harmon!”

    The whole audience cheered: “Prince Harmon must win! Prince Harmon must win! Must win!”

    The man in robes waved his hand vigorously, and then his voice sounded domineering:

    “Ye Fan, come out and die!”

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