Chapter 103: Stakes/Bet
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Chapter 103 : Stakes/Bet
"Who are all these people...?" Das questioned the young man who followed him from the entrance. Das did not understand why there are several thousands of people waiting outside without knowing what is happening inside.
"Sir, the people outside are the workers and managers and nominal employees of black market in this city and the hundreds of people inside are the dealers and small owners of black market."
"The people inside this hall need to sign the documents as the Reedy family and Shetty family are betting over the rights to black market." The young man explained while pointing towards the different groups of people.
Das took a moment check the amount of people on both sides. nOVe(Lb-In
"What a pity... all these people lives are going to be affected because of this family feud." Das uttered with a pitiful sigh.
"Sir, you don't need to pity them. The business in black market is nothing but gambling. It is great opportunity for few people to rise in this troubled situation." The young man commented before leaving Das as they reached the main stage.
Only six people occupied the stage. The patriarch and the old man of Reddy family occupied the right side and the Shetty family patriarch, his second brother sat opposite to them.
An old man aged around seventy-five years sat at the top of the table like a mediator and a person who looked similar to the old man sat opposite to him with a large number of bond papers and seals.
The seventy-five-year-old man is Abdullah and the person who sat opposite is his son. The old man Abdullah gestured his grandson to bring new chair for Das.
"Hey, brat... because of you everyone wasted their valuable time. You should first apologise to everyone." The second brother of the Shetty family said loudly and the followers below the stage made supporting noise.
"Haha... you are the one who should say sorry to me. I went to church to pray for your third brother spirit... I also asked the pastor to pray for your third brother." Das said with a sly smile as he sat down on the newly brought chair.
The members who came for the Reddy family immediately started laughing crazily with loud noise.
"You scoundrel... I will kill you." The patriarch of the Shetty family cried out with an angry tone.
"Ohh... patriarch. You don't need to worry. I also visited the kali temple to pray for your son. I specially asked the god to take your son's soul to the heaven." Das said with a serious face and sincere acting.
Another loud laughter followed in the crowd. Irony is, the supporters of Shetty family also started laughing after seeing his sincere face.
"Bastard, you dare to mock me. I will fucking kill your entire family. Scoundrel.... " The Shetty family patriarch continued cursing.
"Patriarch, please cool down. This type of behaviour will not be encouraged in my house." The son of Abdulla, who sat across the table said in a grave tone.
"You should warn that blabbering idiot... not me." The second brother of the Shetty family replied loudly.
"Young man, you should control your tongue, there is a limit to mock someone. You should not curse the dead people." The son of Abdullah lectured Das with a serious face.
"Sir, I swear on the mighty Shetty family that what I have said is completely true." Das added with his hand stretched towards the Shetty family patriarch.
"That's enough..."
the seventy-five-year-old Abdullah finally stopped Das, before another round of argument.
"Patriarch, as you requested the young man is here... shall we proceed to sign the documents." The Faruk (Abdullah's son) asked the Shetty family patriarch while passing the documents.
"Faruk, there is no hurry. First ask that young man to sign. As promised, he has to participate in the blood duel without fail." The Shetty family patriarch said with a playful smile.
"Young man, what is your decision, are ok with the Shetty family demand?" Faruk asked with a questioning look.
Das nodded his head as a reply to Faruk question. With in five minutes, Faruk drafted a new document and placed it before Das for signing.
"Young man, please read the document before signing it. Once you sign it, you must participate in the blood duel. Otherwise, you will face the consequences." Faruk said in a warning tone.
Instead of signing the document, Das stared at the Shetty family patriarch for a minutes before opening his mouth.
"Before signing this document, why don't we discuss about our bet?" Das asked with a playful smile while continuing to stare at the Shetty family patriarch.
"Brat, stop talking nonsense. It is not Reddy family villa to blabber your mouth." The second brother shouted from the opposite side.
"What bet?" Faruk asked with a confused look without caring about the yelling on his left side.
"Das, don't bring that betting matter. The old Abdullah don't tolerate this type of bluffing." The old man of the Reddy family suggested in a whispering tone.
Das turned his head and said something in the old man ear. The old man got baffled after hearing his reply.
"Are you saying the truth?" The old man asked with a dumbfounded face as he can't believe what Das said. Das nodded his head and turned his focus back onto the Shetty family patriarch.
"Brat, I already gave my word. So, Tell me how much you wanna bet. One crore... or two crores." The Shetty family patriarch said in a playful manner while making fun of Das. The people below the stage also started laughing loudly. Das took a moment until the laughter died down.
"First tell me how much the Shetty family is capable to place the bet... I will announce my bet after that." Das asked with a taunting look.
The old Abdullah and his son Faruk also started watching this drama interestingly. They were amazed at how confident is Das.
They never expected a young man to talk face to face with the powerful Shetty family.
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Chapter 103 : Stakes/Bet
"Who are all these people...?" Das questioned the young man who followed him from the entrance. Das did not understand why there are several thousands of people waiting outside without knowing what is happening inside.
"Sir, the people outside are the workers and managers and nominal employees of black market in this city and the hundreds of people inside are the dealers and small owners of black market."
"The people inside this hall need to sign the documents as the Reedy family and Shetty family are betting over the rights to black market." The young man explained while pointing towards the different groups of people.
Das took a moment check the amount of people on both sides. nOVe(Lb-In
"What a pity... all these people lives are going to be affected because of this family feud." Das uttered with a pitiful sigh.
"Sir, you don't need to pity them. The business in black market is nothing but gambling. It is great opportunity for few people to rise in this troubled situation." The young man commented before leaving Das as they reached the main stage.
Only six people occupied the stage. The patriarch and the old man of Reddy family occupied the right side and the Shetty family patriarch, his second brother sat opposite to them.
An old man aged around seventy-five years sat at the top of the table like a mediator and a person who looked similar to the old man sat opposite to him with a large number of bond papers and seals.
The seventy-five-year-old man is Abdullah and the person who sat opposite is his son. The old man Abdullah gestured his grandson to bring new chair for Das.
"Hey, brat... because of you everyone wasted their valuable time. You should first apologise to everyone." The second brother of the Shetty family said loudly and the followers below the stage made supporting noise.
"Haha... you are the one who should say sorry to me. I went to church to pray for your third brother spirit... I also asked the pastor to pray for your third brother." Das said with a sly smile as he sat down on the newly brought chair.
The members who came for the Reddy family immediately started laughing crazily with loud noise.
"You scoundrel... I will kill you." The patriarch of the Shetty family cried out with an angry tone.
"Ohh... patriarch. You don't need to worry. I also visited the kali temple to pray for your son. I specially asked the god to take your son's soul to the heaven." Das said with a serious face and sincere acting.
Another loud laughter followed in the crowd. Irony is, the supporters of Shetty family also started laughing after seeing his sincere face.
"Bastard, you dare to mock me. I will fucking kill your entire family. Scoundrel.... " The Shetty family patriarch continued cursing.
"Patriarch, please cool down. This type of behaviour will not be encouraged in my house." The son of Abdulla, who sat across the table said in a grave tone.
"You should warn that blabbering idiot... not me." The second brother of the Shetty family replied loudly.
"Young man, you should control your tongue, there is a limit to mock someone. You should not curse the dead people." The son of Abdullah lectured Das with a serious face.
"Sir, I swear on the mighty Shetty family that what I have said is completely true." Das added with his hand stretched towards the Shetty family patriarch.
"That's enough..."
the seventy-five-year-old Abdullah finally stopped Das, before another round of argument.
"Patriarch, as you requested the young man is here... shall we proceed to sign the documents." The Faruk (Abdullah's son) asked the Shetty family patriarch while passing the documents.
"Faruk, there is no hurry. First ask that young man to sign. As promised, he has to participate in the blood duel without fail." The Shetty family patriarch said with a playful smile.
"Young man, what is your decision, are ok with the Shetty family demand?" Faruk asked with a questioning look.
Das nodded his head as a reply to Faruk question. With in five minutes, Faruk drafted a new document and placed it before Das for signing.
"Young man, please read the document before signing it. Once you sign it, you must participate in the blood duel. Otherwise, you will face the consequences." Faruk said in a warning tone.
Instead of signing the document, Das stared at the Shetty family patriarch for a minutes before opening his mouth.
"Before signing this document, why don't we discuss about our bet?" Das asked with a playful smile while continuing to stare at the Shetty family patriarch.
"Brat, stop talking nonsense. It is not Reddy family villa to blabber your mouth." The second brother shouted from the opposite side.
"What bet?" Faruk asked with a confused look without caring about the yelling on his left side.
"Das, don't bring that betting matter. The old Abdullah don't tolerate this type of bluffing." The old man of the Reddy family suggested in a whispering tone.
Das turned his head and said something in the old man ear. The old man got baffled after hearing his reply.
"Are you saying the truth?" The old man asked with a dumbfounded face as he can't believe what Das said. Das nodded his head and turned his focus back onto the Shetty family patriarch.
"Brat, I already gave my word. So, Tell me how much you wanna bet. One crore... or two crores." The Shetty family patriarch said in a playful manner while making fun of Das. The people below the stage also started laughing loudly. Das took a moment until the laughter died down.
"First tell me how much the Shetty family is capable to place the bet... I will announce my bet after that." Das asked with a taunting look.
The old Abdullah and his son Faruk also started watching this drama interestingly. They were amazed at how confident is Das.
They never expected a young man to talk face to face with the powerful Shetty family.
Chapter 103 : Stakes/Bet "Who are all these people...?" Das questioned the young man who followed him from the entrance. Das did not understand why there are several thousands of people waiting outside without knowing what is happening inside. "Sir, the people outside are the workers and managers and nominal employees of black market in this city and the hundreds of people inside are the dealers and small owners of black market." "The people inside this hall need to sign the documents as the Reedy family and Shetty family are betting over the rights to black market." The young man explained while pointing towards the different groups of people. Das took a moment check the amount of people on both sides. nOVeLb-In"What a pity... all these people lives are going to be affected because of this family feud." Das uttered with a pitiful sigh. "Sir, you don't need to pity them. The business in black market is nothing but gambling. It is great opportunity for few people to rise in this troubled situation." The young man commented before leaving Das as they reached the main stage. Only six people occupied the stage. The patriarch and the old man of Reddy family occupied the right side and the Shetty family patriarch, his second brother sat opposite to them. An old man aged around seventy-five years sat at the top of the table like a mediator and a person who looked similar to the old man sat opposite to him with a large number of bond papers and seals. The seventy-five-year-old man is Abdullah and the person who sat opposite is his son. The old man Abdullah gestured his grandson to bring new chair for Das. "Hey, brat... because of you everyone wasted their valuable time. You should first apologise to everyone." The second brother of the Shetty family said loudly and the followers below the stage made supporting noise. "Haha... you are the one who should say sorry to me. I went to church to pray for your third brother spirit... I also asked the pastor to pray for your third brother." Das said with a sly smile as he sat down on the newly brought chair. The members who came for the Reddy family immediately started laughing crazily with loud noise. "You scoundrel... I will kill you." The patriarch of the Shetty family cried out with an angry tone. "Ohh... patriarch. You don't need to worry. I also visited the kali temple to pray for your son. I specially asked the god to take your son's soul to the heaven." Das said with a serious face and sincere acting. Another loud laughter followed in the crowd. Irony is, the supporters of Shetty family also started laughing after seeing his sincere face. "Bastard, you dare to mock me. I will fucking kill your entire family. Scoundrel.... " The Shetty family patriarch continued cursing. "Patriarch, please cool down. This type of behaviour will not be encouraged in my house." The son of Abdulla, who sat across the table said in a grave tone. "You should warn that blabbering idiot... not me." The second brother of the Shetty family replied loudly. "Young man, you should control your tongue, there is a limit to mock someone. You should not curse the dead people." The son of Abdullah lectured Das with a serious face. "Sir, I swear on the mighty Shetty family that what I have said is completely true." Das added with his hand stretched towards the Shetty family patriarch. "That's enough..." the seventy-five-year-old Abdullah finally stopped Das, before another round of argument. "Patriarch, as you requested the young man is here... shall we proceed to sign the documents." The Faruk Abdullah's son asked the Shetty family patriarch while passing the documents. "Faruk, there is no hurry. First ask that young man to sign. As promised, he has to participate in the blood duel without fail." The Shetty family patriarch said with a playful smile. "Young man, what is your decision, are ok with the Shetty family demand?" Faruk asked with a questioning look. Das nodded his head as a reply to Faruk question. With in five minutes, Faruk drafted a new document and placed it before Das for signing. "Young man, please read the document before signing it. Once you sign it, you must participate in the blood duel. Otherwise, you will face the consequences." Faruk said in a warning tone. Instead of signing the document, Das stared at the Shetty family patriarch for a minutes before opening his mouth. "Before signing this document, why don't we discuss about our bet?" Das asked with a playful smile while continuing to stare at the Shetty family patriarch. "Brat, stop talking nonsense. It is not Reddy family villa to blabber your mouth." The second brother shouted from the opposite side. "What bet?" Faruk asked with a confused look without caring about the yelling on his left side. "Das, don't bring that betting matter. The old Abdullah don't tolerate this type of bluffing." The old man of the Reddy family suggested in a whispering tone. Das turned his head and said something in the old man ear. The old man got baffled after hearing his reply. "Are you saying the truth?" The old man asked with a dumbfounded face as he can't believe what Das said. Das nodded his head and turned his focus back onto the Shetty family patriarch. "Brat, I already gave my word. So, Tell me how much you wanna bet. One crore... or two crores." The Shetty family patriarch said in a playful manner while making fun of Das. The people below the stage also started laughing loudly. Das took a moment until the laughter died down. "First tell me how much the Shetty family is capable to place the bet... I will announce my bet after that." Das asked with a taunting look. The old Abdullah and his son Faruk also started watching this drama interestingly. They were amazed at how confident is Das. They never expected a young man to talk face to face with the powerful Shetty family.
