One Minute

One Minute. Though Ning Xue acted disdainful now, Yang Bo felt she had already been tempted.

"Think it over. If you don't place a bet, you could lose several hundred million later. You have so much money anyway—why not take a gamble?"

Hearing Bart say that, Ning Xue looked at him suspiciously. "Are you so sure because you have a guaranteed win? You're a big liar. You're not honest at all!"

"Who can say for sure when it comes to luck? If you hadn't meddled back then, I never would've snatched you back."

Bart had brought up exactly what Ning Xue did not want to hear, making her grit her teeth in hatred. "The Empire is declining more and more because of bastards like you!"

"Hehe, want me to tell you some royal scandals?"

"You can say whatever you want about things without evidence." Ning Xue was somewhat doubtful of Bart's words, because he seemed far too confident.

And while this guy was indeed a bastard, he had a pretty good eye. Otherwise, he could not possibly have so much money.

Of course, he had shown good judgment in snatching her too. She had to admit, the guy was lucky!

"If I win, how are you going to reward me?" Ning Xue saw Bart looking at her lecherously again.

"Pah, pah!" Ning Xue hurriedly ran off. She was absolutely no match for this guy. If he kept talking, he might even make a move.

The Mecha No-Weapon Combat Arena was held in the center of the Great Arena.

The mechas of both sides stood at opposite ends of the arena in stark contrast. Zhang Shidong's mecha was like a muscular powerhouse, carrying the distinctive blue sheen of metal and gleaming brilliantly beneath the lights.

"As expected of a custom-built combat