At odds of one-to-three, a wager of fifty million Cosmic Coins meant a payout of one hundred and fifty million. That was no small sum for anyone—enough to bankrupt an Upper God.
The bookmaker truly wished he could turn back time and return to before this battle. Then, he definitely would not have accepted this wager. Unfortunately, he lacked that ability; it was nothing but wishful thinking.
"Instructor... Instructor Fan, can we discuss this?" the bookmaker asked miserably.
"Discuss what?" Fan Lang walked over.
"Of course, the payout. One hundred and fifty million is simply too much. Forgive my limited means, but I can't produce that much money. Could you perhaps show some leniency?"
"When a bookmaker accepts bets, the most important prerequisite is having enough money in his pocket to pay the bettors."
"That is true. I know I'm in the wrong, but even if you won't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's. We all work under the roof of Aurora Academy and see each other every day, so everything can be discussed. Is Instructor Fan really so cruel that you would bankrupt me and leave me without even my pants? If you can show leniency this once, then I, Yang Seven Fingers, will owe you an enormous favor. From now on, I'll gladly serve you like a dog or horse. Whatever you need, just give the word. Through wind and rain, Yang Seven Fingers will never hesitate!"
This bookmaker was nicknamed Yang Seven Fingers. He was a miscellaneous affairs steward at Aurora Academy. His official rank was neither high nor low, and he was somewhat well-known.
The nickname Yang Seven Fingers had a story behind it. His surname was Yang, and he had an incurable gambling addiction. Back then, in order to quit gambling, he