Conference room.
The Four Great Families, the various observer groups, and all participating sects had arrived.
The Patriarchs of the Zhou, Yu, Feng, and Zhai families, along with Lu Chengwen, sat on the stage.
Zhou Yangqing cleared his throat. "Ahem! Uh... two days ago, due to some unexpected events, CEO Lu temporarily decided to open an off-book betting pool here. It was originally meant for gambling and entertainment, but as a result... many sects are now on the verge of bankruptcy. Sigh. For this, our organizing committee expresses its deepest regret and sincere condolences."
Someone stood up. "We don't want condolences! We want to live! We want to eat!"
Zhao Ritian abruptly rose from the other side. "You want to eat, so you came to gamble!? Haven't you heard that no family ever wins through constant gambling!?"
Another person stood up. "You're in league with Lu Chengwen! What right do you have to criticize us!?"
"I'm not!?" Zhao Ritian pointed at himself. "Ask Lu Chengwen whether he swindled more money from you or from me! Long Aotian, stand up! Tell them how much Lu Chengwen swindled from you! Get up there! Don't be shy, tell them! It had to be at least ten billion, right!?"
Long Aotian wanted nothing more than to pounce on Zhao Ritian and strangle him to death!
That bastard!
As long as that asshole was still breathing, Long Aotian would never get to live with dignity.
"Stop trying to fool us! From beginning to end, this was a conspiracy! A conspiracy! Give us back our hard-earned money!"
Zhou Yangqing's head was covered in sweat.
What kind of mess was this? They held a Martial Arts Tournament, and now so many sects were on the brink of bankruptcy. Would anyone believe it!?
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