So they wanted me to throw matches. No wonder the pay was so high... Qiao Sang grumbled inwardly.
She was not particularly surprised. In a place involving such huge sums of money, it was almost impossible for there not to be some backstage manipulation.
"I'm afraid I can't agree to that," Qiao Sang said calmly.
"Why?" Jude looked utterly perplexed.
In his view, almost no one could refuse such terms.
Qiao Sang nearly rolled her eyes.
Why do you think! Ya Bao was in her arms right now, Little Treasure was invisibly hovering beside her, and Little Steel Falcon had stayed by her side all evening so it could get more familiar with battling.
If she agreed to throw matches in front of her own pet beasts, wouldn't that damage her lofty image in their eyes?
"I'm not that kind of person," Qiao Sang said righteously.
That made sense. A child this young had yet to enter society and was probably still an idealist. Whether it was that Fire Type and Psychic Type one or that Ghost Type and Psychic Type one, both were rare on any planet. Since her family had managed to get those two pet beasts, they surely weren't short on money... Jude understood and added:
"When I say let you lose a few matches, I don't mean lose the entire competition. I mean lose one or two rounds, so you occasionally win with a score of 3:1 or 3:2."
It doesn't matter how much you say, Ya Bao and the others are still listening... Qiao Sang repeated, "I'm not that kind of person."
Jude was speechless. He thought that although this kid was strong, she was truly stubborn to the bone.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first," Qiao Sang said, getting to her feet.