Luo Nanchen, standing nearby, could not help but have his pupils contract, his face filled with shock.
Only now did he understand why Chen Wen had said that the wager between him and Hei Yu Kuang was too small.
But he quickly forced himself to calm down and carefully examined everything before him.
After a while, Luo Nanchen's pupils contracted again, and the way he looked at Chen Wen changed once more.
He did not know where Chen Wen's confidence came from, but the stakes he had set were truly ingenious.
Thirty billion Top-grade Spirit Crystals, plus an Emperor medicine and an Emperor pill—this could absolutely be called a heaven-shaking gamble.
Yet with the capabilities of the force behind Qin Shilong, they could still afford it.
Thus, Chen Wen had struck the balance perfectly.
He could make Qin Shilong cough up blood while ensuring that he himself could collect the wager he won.
After all, if one made a bet merely to kill Qin Shilong, there would be no point at all.
No matter what Chen Wen was thinking, at least in Luo Nanchen's eyes, Qin Shilong's life was worthless.
That was right.
Just as Luo Nanchen had thought, Chen Wen was after the wager.
In his view, this was more or less the limit of a major force.
If he demanded any more, the force behind Qin Shilong might abandon Qin Shilong altogether.
And if that happened, what the hell would he be gambling for?
When Qin Shilong heard Chen Wen's proposed stakes, he too was thoroughly startled.
Clearly, he had not expected Chen Wen to dare gamble so heavily.
Could this brat truly be that confident?
For a moment, Qin Shilong hesitated.
Yes, such a heaven-shaking gamble had instinctively made him feel afraid.
But when he met Chen