HLM -Chapter 1356 Auxiliary Police Force

The gambling industry accounts for the lion’s share of boxing revenue, and its proportion is extremely high.

Professional boxing has a history of several decades overseas, flourishing especially in the United States. Las Vegas—the gambling capital—has long been one of the most important venues for major boxing matches. Boxing and gambling are absolutely intertwined, connected by countless threads.

Wang Bo didn’t quite understand this, so he asked, “Mr. Allison, why are boxing fans so willing to participate in gambling? Why is this sport so closely tied to betting?”

He felt conflicted. He was more than happy to host a boxing match that could attract massive attention, yet he despised gambling. Sunset Town was still a casino-free tourist destination.

Allison pondered for a moment, then said, “The reasons are complicated. Let me just give you a couple. First is profit—this goes without saying. Boxing is a one-on-one sport; one wins and one loses. Everyone has a gambling instinct, and among betting options, boxing is undoubtedly one of the simplest.”

“Second, the most popular place for modern boxing is Great Britain. The British are avid gamblers. Boxing, horse racing, and football—three sports that are popular in Britain—all have close ties to gambling.”

“And there’s also the push from financial groups. Boxing is an individual sport, and the outcome can reverse at any moment. When betting companies and criminal syndicates work together to manipulate fighters, they can scam a lot of money. Wealthy people are happy to see this sport gain attention…”

Wang Bo got a general understanding and decided not to worry excessively.

Allison noticed his inner struggle and said, “Do you know the real reason we chose Sunset Town to host this boxing match?”

“To open up the Southern Hemisphere market, especially Oceania?”

Allison laughed. “If that were the case, why wouldn’t we go to Canberra? It’s Australia’s capital—there are more people and more attention there.”

Wang Bo shook his head. “Alright, then I really don’t know.”

“Because New Zealand is a gambling nation—its gambling culture is even stronger than Australia’s. That’s why we decided to hold the match in New Zealand. According to our analysis, this bout will drive Auckland’s casinos absolutely crazy!” Allison said smugly.

Wang Bo smiled. Indeed, New Zealanders loved gambling—horse racing, sports betting—and Auckland was famously known as a gambling city in the Southern Hemisphere.

Just as he had expected, once the match was scheduled, the number of tourists coming to Sunset Town increased even more.

Chen Luoxian told him that the match would be held in March. Her tour groups were already fully booked, and large numbers of tourists had reserved trips to Sunset Town specifically for March—clearly for the sake of this match.

The issue of insufficient police manpower in Sunset Town became even more pronounced.

Fortunately, the year-end bonuses had just been distributed, so the officers were still highly motivated. Whether it was overtime or extra shifts, there were no complaints.

But Sam was an expert in psychology. He saw the warning signs and said, “Boss, this won’t work. Our manpower is far too limited. Everyone’s emotions are like a volcano—once it erupts, the damage to our team will be severe.”

Wang Bo scratched his head hard and said helplessly, “I know, Sam, I know—but it’s not that simple! I’ve already arranged for recruitment. Unless we can hire fully trained officers, we’ll have to train them ourselves!”

“Then what should we do? How about hiring some security guards? Strengthen security at special locations like the stadium and bars…”

“Shit, I know what to do now!” Wang Bo suddenly slammed the table.

Sam and Uncle Bing both looked at him, but he ignored them and called Atulu up.

“Boss, what is it?”

Wang Bo asked, “Among your people, those between eighteen and thirty-eight years old—what are they mainly doing now?”

Atulu was startled. “Did they cause trouble again?”

Wang Bo waved his hand. “No. I’m asking what they usually do.”

Atulu replied, “They’re very diligent now—honestly carving jade.”

“Eighteen to thirty-eight? I’m not talking about those over sixty-eight,” Wang Bo rolled his eyes.

It was true that Māori people liked jade carving, but that required patience. Only middle-aged and elderly people could sit down and do it seriously. Young people would carve a couple of strokes when the mood struck them, but most of the time, they weren’t in the mood at all.

Atulu said awkwardly, “Boss… did those little bastards get into trouble again?”

Wang Bo felt there was no need to beat around the bush. It was better to be direct—Māori people weren’t built for roundabout thinking.

“Listen carefully. I’m preparing to organize an auxiliary police force. Māori people are the most suitable. I need a group of them.”

Atulu let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, that’s it? I thought someone had caused trouble again!”

Then he reacted. “That’s no problem at all, Boss. Doesn’t this solve our employment issue?”

Wang Bo said, “Don’t be happy too soon. Your people may not be willing. Auxiliary police need discipline, night shifts, and they have to do a lot of work. Do you think they can handle it?”

Atulu said proudly, “Boss, you don’t need to worry about that. Damn it, if anyone dares to mess around after joining the team, I’ll beat him to death!”

“Ohoho,” Uncle Bing booed him.

Atulu said, “I’m not who I used to be. My status in the tribe is very high now. Other than my wife and my grandmother, no one even dares to look me straight in the eye.”

Wang Bo waved his hand. “Quickly get the team together for me. Pay them according to the salary standard of police trainees.”

“How many people do you need?”

“The more, the better!”

Atulu worked very efficiently. The next day at work, he went to Wang Bo and said, “Boss, I’ve gathered everyone. They’re outside the office building. Want to take a look?”

Wang Bo looked out the window and saw around forty or fifty burly men standing in two lines at the entrance of the office building. Tourists didn’t dare approach and were watching from afar.

“Shit. Take them to the square. What is this—are they trying to storm the government?” Wang Bo said helplessly. “Damn it, I feel like they always want to smash the place.”

Atulu chuckled. “It might be related to their previous jobs. We all used to run with gangs.”

He led the men away, and Wang Bo tidied himself up.

He changed into his police uniform in the office, put on his cap, then called Uncle Bing, Sweet Boy, Conley, and Sam. “Let’s go—come take a look at our new department.”

Uncle Bing smiled. “They look like they’re in pretty good spirits.”

Na Qingyang shook his head. “I think it’s terrible. Might as well send them to Li Xing’s boot camp for training.”

Wang Bo felt that Na Qingyang was holding them to the standards of Chinese police officers—that was far too demanding. Cultures were different. Even when training, New Zealand police looked like a band of loosely organized troops.

When they arrived at the square, Wang Bo and the others strode forward. The atmosphere changed immediately. The Māori men who had been standing around casually all subconsciously straightened their backs.