Buying a cat?
Rorge was taken aback.
What for?
Does Boss Corleone like cats?
Hmm... gotta note that down in a little book.
But before he could ask further, Raff had already arrived with his men, looking fierce as if he wanted to swallow them alive.
"Well done."
Raff glanced at Iggo in the arena, gritting his teeth, then turned to stare dead at Rorge: "I don't know where you found such a capable fighter, but I have to say, fucking well done."
Saying this, he forced a smile, praising: "You've gotten smarter, Rorge."
"If you were this smart back then, you wouldn't have been carted away like a stray dog, right?"
At this point, how could he not understand he had fallen into a trap?
A newcomer whose name was unknown knocked down the undefeated Bod in a few rounds. Plus Rorge coming back so coincidentally, even pledging "that thing" as collateral to place a heavy bet of one thousand Gold Dragons...
If he still couldn't see the trickery within, Raff would have been eaten alive in Flea Bottom long ago.
"Cut the crap!"
Facing Raff's mockery, Rorge chuckled, looking at him with nostrils flaring, spreading his hands rightfully: "Pay up quickly, Raff!"
"Five thousand Gold Dragons. One copper less and I'll fucking..."
"That's too rude, Rorge."
However, before he could finish, he was directly interrupted by Corleone.
Corleone's tone carried a hint of rebuke. Rorge was choked speechless, looking at him in confusion, but still consciously stepped back.
Then, Corleone turned to Raff, actually revealing a very friendly smile, actively extending his hand.
"This is just business, right, sir?"
"Business is always like this. Today I win, tomorrow you win. Back and forth, only then can Gold Dragons circulate, instead of becoming useless waste in a warehouse."
Looking at the extended arm, Raff was slightly startled.
In this noisy environment, he could actually sense an indescribable aura emanating from this seemingly ordinary man.
In a trance, he had an illusion as if he were facing those truly powerful figures holding heavy authority!
[Majesty Lv2]
As if possessed, Raff almost instinctively reached out and grasped Corleone's arm.
"Bad!"
The moment their hands touched, alarm bells rang in Raff's heart. He instinctively sensed something wrong.
But before he could react, Corleone pulled him forcefully into an embrace, giving him a seemingly warm hug.
At the same time, a whisper came to his ear: "Has no one ever told you, never, ever shake hands with your enemy lightly?"
"You..."
Before he could curse, Corleone patted Raff's back heartily, deliberately raising his voice:
"Hahaha! Happy cooperation, Raff!"
"Thanks to your help, we made a big profit this time!"
Fuck!
Raff's heart tightened violently. He hurriedly pushed Corleone away, his face turning livid instantly.
However, it was all too late.
Everyone saw the warm and friendly embrace between the two.
Their actions were too subtle. Combined with the fact that the always tough Bod was defeated in a few rounds just now, doubts had already arisen among the audience.
Now, Corleone's "Happy cooperation" immediately became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Fixed match!" A red-eyed gambler roared hoarsely.
"Liars!"
"These two guys are together! They agreed beforehand to set up a trap to cheat us of our money!"
"Geneva, refund!" (Note: Internet meme reference, context implies demanding refund)
For a moment, public sentiment was roused. Audience members who lost money began to accuse angrily.
As the saying goes, humans are creatures best at following the crowd. Under the general trend, not only the audience who lost money but also many uninformed bystanders quickly joined the army of condemnation.
Most people began to display the charm of language towards Raff, cursing as uglily as possible.
If not for the scruples about the seven or eight strong subordinates around him, Raff might have been torn to pieces by now.
"You fucking framed me!!"
Listening to the overwhelming angry curses around, Raff was instantly enraged.
He gripped his cane tightly, wishing he could tear Corleone to pieces immediately.
This shameless framing was even more vicious than making him pay five thousand Gold Dragons!
Because this was almost cutting off his foundation!
If this matter wasn't handled well and the reputation of the fighting pit stank, who would dare to come here to bet in the future?
You must know, this fighting pit wasn't Raff's alone. If the boss behind knew he screwed up, maybe his corpse would appear on some bowl of brown stall tomorrow morning!
Damn outsider, too vicious!
"Speak with evidence, Lord Raff."
Under Raff's vicious gaze, Corleone just shrugged with a faint smile: "Careful I don't sue you for slander."
"Bastard!"
This rascally appearance made Raff even more furious, almost unable to resist ordering his men to hack this guy to death immediately.
But under the public gaze, he absolutely couldn't do that!
That would only be considered by everyone as silencing a witness, confirming the charge of colluding to cheat money!
Open strategy!
This was a naked open strategy!
Raff gritted his teeth, gums almost bleeding.
He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm down, wanting to order his men to appease the restless crowd immediately. Even if taking a loss temporarily, he had to stabilize the situation first.
But just then—
Bang!!
The gate of the fighting pit was slammed open from the outside. The huge noise interrupted the noisy crowd.
Immediately after, a dozen soldiers wearing gold cloaks filed in. They spread out in a well-trained manner, quickly controlling the entrance area.
The sudden appearance of the Gold Cloaks silenced the people present like chilling cicadas, daring not to clamor indiscriminately anymore.
After all, as almost the only violent law enforcement agency in King's Landing, the Gold Cloaks to some extent held the power of life and death over all bottom-level people.
Raff breathed a sigh of relief.
Anyway, the timely arrival of the Gold Cloaks at least gave him time to breathe. As long as he dealt with these two guys in front of him, there was still room to salvage his reputation.
A trace of smugness reappeared on Raff's face. Taking advantage of the gap, he leaned close to Corleone's ear, mimicking his previous low voice: "Although I don't know which gutter you crawled out from, scumbag."
"But hasn't anyone told you, to mix in King's Landing, you need power, you need background!"
"Thought playing a little clever trick could bring me down?"
"Bullshit!"