What was the best motivation for a living being to struggle?
Naturally, it was the determination to survive.
At that moment, The Collector was cursing and grumbling as he walked through the black market.
After Shen Lin revealed his plan, Chaos had struck and planted a strand of red hair inside The Collector.
They had also promised that as long as The Collector completed their mission, won the crown in the Deathmatch Competition, and obtained the Bronze Cauldron for them,
they would take back the red hair and spare his life.
The Collector had no choice at all.
Participating in the Deathmatch Competition meant a narrow escape from death.
But if he refused to participate, he would die right now.
Thus, he could only agree to Shen Lin's conditions.
At that moment, after making inquiries for some time, The Collector finally arrived at a gambling den in the black market.
Although the plan had already been settled, to mislead the beings behind the black market, The Collector naturally could not immediately participate in the Deathmatch Competition after separating from Shen Lin and the others.
He needed to find a reason that forced him to participate in the Deathmatch Competition. Only then could he divert those people's attention away from the Bronze Cauldron.
And Shen Lin had already found him such a reason.
The Collector took a deep breath. A flash of pain crossed his face as he strode into the gambling den.
Then, within half a day, he had gambled away every last possession on him.
He had even borrowed a huge sum from the gambling den.
"Fellow Daoist, don't be discouraged. Victory and defeat are commonplace in war. Your luck was poor today, but perhaps you'll turn things around next time."
The people from the gambling den respectfully escorted