Not to mention the three-hundred-trillion-plus figure whose exact form I didn't even know how to write... Even if it was only the first round, the amount involved with these two was already astronomical!
"Why are you only telling me about something this important now?"
Killing intent flashed in his eyes. Under Qing Ma's gaze, the Siren began trembling all over. In a quavering voice, she said, "Lord Qing Ma... The information, the information was reported to Young Master first thing... We even sent more than twenty warning messages, but Young Master never gave any instructions..."
Qing Ma frowned at once. Then, struck by a thought, he hurried over to Nine-Headed Great Worm's seat.
He saw that the stone tablet Nine-Headed Great Worm used had somehow been placed face-down on the table. Qing Ma picked it up and glanced at it... Good heavens, the warning messages had nearly flooded the screen, yet there had been no response at all. They had simply been blocked—silent mode!
"It was then!"
—Fourth Young Master, I, Murong Hao, offer you a toast!
—Sure, sure!
He remembered that Young Master had seemed to glance casually at the stone tablet, but because he was so pleased at being respected, he had immediately placed it face-down again. Clearly, Nine-Headed Great Worm had completely forgotten about the matter afterward, causing things to spiral completely out of control!
"Mr. Qing Ma, you understand the whole situation now, don't you?" Qian Duo's voice suddenly rang out. "Your side didn't arrange this gambling match as a joke, did you?"
Qing Ma narrowed his eyes... If it had been two or three hundred million, losing it would have been no big deal. After all, they had made quite a bit from the successive upsets in the earlier rounds—but compared with more than three