"Broke 100,000!" A thread of Jiang Yun's voice slipped softly into Lin Su's ear.
Lin Su nodded lightly. "Their combat power isn't weak."
Jiang Yun said, "I truly find it hard to imagine what method you could use to defeat them."
"A win is a win, but even a loss is actually a win!" A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Su's lips.
Jiang Yun's heart gave a small leap. Others might not understand those words, but she did.
If Lin Su lost, he still won. Why?
Because the most crucial reason he had made this bet with these thirty-eight people was to force them onto the opposite side of the demons. As long as they personally slaughtered demons, they would become thorns in the Devil Race's eyes and flesh. If they wished to defect to the enemy, there would be obstacles; if their Lineages wished to cooperate with demons, there would also be obstacles.
This bet had never been a bet. It was a game of chess!
Since it was not a bet, there was no need to care about winning or losing.
Jiang Yun let out a soft breath. "You've convinced me. But then comes the problem: 380,000 taels of silver would be enough to wound your Lineage to the bone. Do you want Muye Manor to shoulder a little of it for you? Though then again, even if we did take it on, we could probably only cover a fraction."
Lin Su smiled. "Don't mention that! I haven't fallen so low that I need to find a wife to help shoulder my debts."
Jiang Yun's heart swayed, and she nearly forgot where she was. "You finally admit I'm your wife? Then there's nothing wrong with me calling you husband from now on, right?"
"My greatest