CHAPTER 516 VIOLENT CLASH

In front of the service counter, Canaan was red to the tip of his ears. The banker refused to pay out his

winnings, which was worth 3.2 billion dollars, and anyone would find it hard to accept.

"What’s wrong with you guys on earth? Why can’t I cash it out?" Canaan pounded the desk in rage.

The beauty behind the counter gave an awkward but polite smile. "Please hold on a second, sir. It’s not

that we stop you from cashing out, but there’s something wrong with our system. Please wait for a

moment patiently."

"There’s nothing wrong with your system! Here is my betting slip! Clearly, you refuse to cash out my

winnings!" Canaan waved the betting slip furiously.

Several strong white men with blond hair walked over. "Fuck! I recommend you not to make trouble. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences."

"Are you threatening me? Get your manager here! I want to talk to him in person!" Canaan roared

fearlessly.

Flora had already called Maximilian. Maximilian would show up soon, which emboldened Canaan. He

even dared to create uproar in Heaven with Maximilian right now.

These strong white men’s faces darkened. In their opinion, Canaan was nothing but a yellow monkey,

and he should be obedient.

"What? You want to see our boss? Are you fucking crazy? It seems that you don’t want your betting slip

anymore. Hand over your betting slip at once!"

Those white men surrounded Canaan and Flora, staring at them with fists clenched and jaws set, as if

they would beat the two up if they dared to disagree with them.

"Why isn’t Maximilian here yet? They are going to hit us. Can you fight against them, Canaan?” Flora

said worriedly.

Flora had no sense of security at all when she was with Canaan, but when with Maximilian, she could

be sound and safe.

Each inch of Canaan’s muscle and fat was trembling.

Watching those tall and strong white men in front of him, Canaan swallowed hard, believing that he

was doomed.

He certainly couldn’t!

He was no different from a chick. If they really beat him, he would definitely be torn to pieces by these

strong men!

"I, I’m a little nervous, but don’t worry. I’ll protect you at the risk of my own life!"

"Don’t bother. I’ll just make another phone call to Maximilian." Flora didn’t trust him at all.

If they really were in a fight, Flora assumed it would take at most three seconds before Canaan was

brought down.

Just when Flora was about to pick up her phone, the head of the white men had already taken hold of

Canaan’s neck.

"Fucking little bastard! Haven’t you heard what I said? I told you to hand over your betting slip!" The

white man said coldly.

"No, I won’t! Behave yourself, or I’ll call the police!"

Canaan had already got into a total panic and even had difficulty in breathing. He grabbed the white

man’s arm with both his hands, intending to pull away the hand that was gripping his neck.

"Wow, it seems that you are a reckless yellow monkey. Then I will teach you a good lesson!"

The white man raised his left hand and swung at Canaan’s face.

Seeing the hand coming to him rapidly, Canaan closed his eyes, thinking that he was doomed for a

good kick this time.

'But I, Canaan, choose death before disgrace!'

'Even if you beat me up, I won’t hand over the betting slip. I will fight to the end!'

Just when Canaan was putting on a play in his mind and felt as if he was the hero in the novel, the

overwhelming wind brought by the slap vanished suddenly.

Well, something was not right. Canaan’s tightly shut eyes opened a crack.

Canaan saw the white man’s left arm was grasped by someone. He looked to the arm and suddenly,

surprise appeared on his face.

"Master!"

"I’m sorry I am late. You have suffered a lot."

When Maximilian finished his words with a smile, he dislocated that white man’s arm with a twist.

"Ouch!"

The white man screeched with pain. He released his hold on Canaan’s neck as if he got an electric

shock, and then stared at Maximilian in horror.

"What… What are you doing? I warn you not to act recklessly. I’m a staff member here!" The white man

snapped.

"A staff member? Explain why you refused to cash out my winnings?" Maximilian asked flatly.

"Bastard! Let go of me! Hey, do something!" The white man called out like mad, overwhelmed by fear.

'This is the champion of Underground Boxing Match!'

'Anyone fighting against him will come to no good end!'

'What if he slaps me to death? What a bad luck!'

Although the rest of the white men aside were frightened, Colletti had already sent a command, so they

could only bite the bullet and fight with him.

The rest of the white men surged up toward Maximilian together. They pushed and shoved Maximilian,

trying to make him release that white man captured by him.

"So this is your manners? I told you something was wrong with the system and you need to wait! Don’t

you understand?"

"Let me go! You can’t do that. We will call the police and sue you. We are Non-locals! We have

privileges!"

While jostling, an ugly white man took out the blood collecting needle secretly.

The blood collecting needle was a newly developed device. Different from the past ones, when the

blood collecting needle was stuck into the human body, it would collect blood automatically, even if it

was not stuck into the main blood vessels.

This ugly white man flipped away the protecting sleeve of the blood collecting needle with his thumb

rapidly, then grabbed it and plunged it into Maximilian’s back.

The needle of the blood collecting device was very thin. Besides, the needle was covered with surface

anesthetic. The moment the needle was stuck into the skin, the nerve tissue around the pinprick would

be under the anesthetic instantly, so that no pain could be felt.

In order to collect Maximilian’s blood, these people had made sufficient preparations.

Silently, the blood collecting needle pierced through Maximilian’s clothes and into his back. But

Maximilian was unconscious of it at all!

The rest of the white men were distracting Maximilian’s attention. In addition, that ugly white man was

highly skilled, so Maximilian didn’t notice that someone was collecting his blood from his back at all.

Flora could faintly see that something was wrong with the white man behind Maximilian, because that

man was maintaining a strange posture, as if he didn’t dare to move at all.

What was going on?

The other white men were agitated, but why was that man standing behind Maximilian, remaining

unmoved?

As if he froze suddenly!

No, something must be happening!

Flora clenched her teeth. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she bypassed the crowd and

rushed towards that white man behind Maximilian.

"Flora, come back! What are you doing?"

The astonished Canaan wanted to hold Flora back, but it was too late.