Chapter 300 Let’s Play With Higher Stakes (1/2)

Chapter 300: Let’s Play With Higher Stakes

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

”The stakes are more than just winning or losing?” Mr. Martin frowned.

Harris replied indifferently, ”That's too boring, let’s add more danger: say, the loser has to give the winner 10,000 dollars?”

Li Du smirked. This guy apparently looked down on him for using a crossbow and was certain that they would win. Of course, Harris was full of confidence in Hugo as well.

Hugo held the gun proudly and said, ”If you’re afraid, you can quit. I don’t like to compete with cowards.”

Li Du smiled. ”No, I am not afraid. I just feel that the stakes are too small. How about 20,000 dollars?”

The group of old fellows gasped. Many of them had a monthly salary of around 2,000 to 3,000 dollars. Twenty-thousand dollars would mean a year of their income.

The crowd was also alarmed and gasped. A wager of 20,000 dollars was too massive for them.

Harris hesitated for a moment. He recalled the fear of how he had been dominated and played by Li Du at the casino.

He also noticed Li Du and Hans were communicating via their eyes, and were smiling sneakily. He began to have doubts.

He suspected that Li Du was using higher stakes to scare him off. He would often do this when he gambled.

Although he was skeptical about it, when he looked at his men, who had their attention on him, he gritted his teeth and decided to go ahead. ”Okay, deal!”

Terry whispered to Mr. Martin, ”Sophie's little boyfriend is aggressive.”

Mr. Martin did not have much confidence in Li Du. But it was too late to back out now. He could only offer Li Du his full support: ”Young men should know when to go all-out and be aggressive! That’s how a man should behave!”

The Native Americans had enough cash on them. When two stacks of green dollar bills were thrown out, it immediately attracted many other hunters to check out what was going on.

Li Du and his group did not have that much cash on them. Hans said, ”I’ll get someone to bring the cash over. You can go ahead and start.”

”Let’s start the time now. We’ll see the result in half an hour’s time!”

Li Du and Hugo’s eyes met for a moment, and then they both sprinted toward the forest.

Many Native Americans took pride in hunting as a form of respecting their ancestors, and had been taught how to hold a gun since childhood.

Hundreds of years ago, when the Europeans first set foot in North America, most of the Native American population had been wiped out at the hands of the white men due to their advanced weaponry and the diseases they brought along with them.

Even so, the Native Americans had fought the Europeans for centuries. If both sides had carried advanced weaponry and spread epidemics, the end result of all the fighting would have been hard to tell.

Hunting was a type of knowledge: the most important part was to search and find the prey; hitting the prey was second.

People like Hugo and Harris had faith in their hunting skills. They did not believe that a Chinese man could surpass them in this area.

The onlookers did not believe that either. The people present there were gun enthusiasts; many of them knew nearly everything about firearms in the United States and other countries.

China had very strict control over firearms, and there were few places in China that could be used for hunting—everyone here clearly knew that.

It seemed practically impossible for a Chinese man to be able to hunt better than a Native American.

”Unless this young lad belongs to the mysterious Chinese Commandos,” someone commented. ”Those guys are said to be good at combat and warfare.”

Another immediately laughed at the comment: ”A commando so young? He looks like a college student.”

”Anyway, a good show’s going to start. Ladies and gentlemen, why not also place some bets?”