He wasn’t discouraged, just a bit frustrated that he’d had an unfavorable start, being humiliated on his first day at the black market.
This morning, when Mother suggested they go to the black market together, he didn’t understand her intention. But now, looking at the two fighters on stage, he suddenly realized something.
"Black Panther actually has such strength?"
Black Panther was well-known in the black market, and Black Dog had fought against him. He knew Black Panther was a tough opponent, but after he won, after he defeated Black Panther, he became overconfident, thinking it was his superior skill that won the match. It was only today he realized that during their fight, Black Panther had deliberately held back, and had hidden a huge weakness!
The woman slightly lifted her eyelids, but her eyes shot out a cold intent.
"Black Panther is somewhat clever, having warned these people one by one to deliberately lose to you, making it seem natural so that you would believe it to be true. Haoming, before your big sister had her accident, since you were the youngest and used to be naughty, everyone doted on you and never demanded too much of you. But do you see now?"
Black Dog’s face had turned pale. He was just a bit naive, but naivety does not mean stupidity.
The woman continued, "The rights and wrongs, the black and white in this world, even someone as experienced as Mother can find them opaque at times. And this business of ours is inherently in the gray area, never quite clean. Those who can stand up to Mother are naturally remarkable individuals, like Hei San, for instance."
"She planned against you, a greenhorn, and didn’t even need to exert much effort. Just by making you think you were strong, by making you believe you were invincible, she inflated your confidence. Even without lifting a finger, a rampant overconfidence like that could kill you in the future."
Black Dog shuddered, "I unwittingly fell into Third Elder’s trap?"
The woman spoke no further. Enlightening her youngest son today might make him more clear-headed. Otherwise, if he overestimated himself too much, with his temperament, he would likely meet his demise by his own hands afterward.
Suddenly, from next door came a noisy exclamation, a woman’s voice: "Sister Xiao Dong, I’ve brought all my savings today, and I’ve bet it all on you, so you must fight for some honor!"
Dong Huiying glanced at Hong Xiangjun, then clenched her little fists and forcefully exhaled one word, "Win!"
Perhaps because of last night’s consecutive victories that caused quite a stir, many people extended olive branches to Dong Huiying as soon as she entered the black market today. However, because she was young, they asked where her guardian was, whether Hong Xiangjun was her sister, whether Liang Haoming and Liang Yuening were her brothers, and whether they could make decisions for her...
The little girl must express, she was not happy, really not happy!!
So, with a gloomy face, her inner grump was vexingly drawing circles in her mind, complaining about her height being looked down upon once again.
"The odds have changed!"
Hong Xiangjun, holding the silvers of both parties, placed their bets with a sullen mood.
"Yesterday’s first match had odds of more than tenfold, the second match was eightfold, and now today it’s only onefold?"
It seemed that they had won too much yesterday with Sister Xiao Dong, so the black market was not happy and adjusted the odds to prevent them from winning more silver. But Hong Xiangjun was quite pleased with herself, suddenly remembering how not long ago, in her gambling house, Sister Xiao Dong had almost bankrupted her, and now she felt a bit of schadenfreude and sympathy for the black market.