"Teacher! My younger sister is undergoing surgery at the hospital, and we need to pay the bill right away. But my dad went to withdraw some money and still hasn't come back. Could you cover the cost for me first? Please!"
After sending the message, Lu Feng slapped himself hard.
He shouldn't have used his sister's illness to deceive anyone, but the situation was urgent, and he had no choice but to resort to this.
His excuse had completely convinced He Qing.
He Qing knew that Lu Feng had a younger sister who was paralyzed in both legs.
So he paid the money without hesitation.
Just after He Qing had made the payment, the betting window closed.
Lu Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He focused all his attention on the arena.
A little over ten minutes later, under his control, both Exotic Beasts onstage collapsed.
The result came as no surprise: a draw.
The ten-to-one odds had come through again.
Meanwhile, at home, He Qing's Communicator buzzed again on his wrist.
He opened it and saw a payment notification.
The sender was an unfamiliar account, and the transfer amount was 10,000,000.
"That kid's pretty good about paying people back."
He Qing naturally assumed Lu Feng had returned the money, and that the unfamiliar account might belong to his father.
But when he glanced at the amount, something felt off.
Wasn't a million supposed to have that many digits?
"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands, hundred-thousands, millions, ten millions..."
"Huh? Did I count wrong?"
"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands..."
He Qing rubbed his eyes hard and counted three or four times. At last, he confirmed it: this wasn't one million, but ten million!
His mind buzzed. He could barely process it.
Hadn't he lent Lu Feng one million? Why had he paid back ten million?
Could he have entered the wrong amount?
But He Qing knew exactly what Lu Feng's family was like. There was no way they could come up with that much money.
He quickly realized that this had to be about more than the "surgery bill" Lu Feng had mentioned.
So he immediately called Lu Feng's Communicator.
By then, the second match had already begun at the Beast Fighting Arena.
Using his own account this time, Lu Feng had once again bet on a draw. He was watching the Exotic Beasts onstage intently, controlling how the fight would end.
When his Communicator suddenly rang, he couldn't afford to be distracted, so he simply hung up.
But as soon as he did, the other person called again.
"Teacher He! I'm busy right now."
Lu Feng quickly sent a message, then switched off his Communicator.
"What on earth is that kid doing?"
He Qing was worried, but had no idea what to do.
Meanwhile.
Inside the Blood Cherry Beast Fighting Arena.
The staff member responsible for managing the betting data across the venue stared at the result of the second match in disbelief.
"Another draw! How could this happen?"
The match hadn't been supposed to end that way. The outcome was already beyond the arena's control.
And every match had been bizarre from start to finish.
The Exotic Beasts they had carefully selected seemed to be under someone's control. Every so often, they would just stand there, dazed.
Sometimes they would even take turns lying down, letting the other Beast attack.
In the end, the two Exotic Beasts had killed each other.
When the third match ended in yet another draw, the entire venue erupted like a storm had broken loose.
Angry curses rang out from all sides. The audience demanded an explanation from the Beast Fighting Arena.
Who would bet on three consecutive draws?
This was obviously a rigged plot by the arena to scam them out of their money.
Even the Host, usually so quick with words, didn't know how to explain it.
The staff could no longer sit still and immediately reported the matter to the arena's management.
Zhou Mingren was the master of the Blood Cherry Beast Fighting Arena. He was also the person in charge of Exotic Beast management for the Jinzhou Military Region, as well as a veteran Beast Tamer.
When he learned what had happened at the arena that night, he rushed over aboard a Low Altitude Aircraft.
After asking for the details, Zhou Mingren furrowed his brow.
"How could this happen? Find out immediately who's rigging the matches!"
The Blood Cherry Beast Fighting Arena had been operating for over a hundred years and had never encountered anything like this.
"Didn't we also have three draws a few days ago?"
Zhou Mingren clearly remembered the staff reporting a few days earlier that someone had bet correctly on three draws. The circumstances had been very similar to tonight's.
The staff immediately checked the betting records through the back-end system.
They then discovered, to their horror, that out of the tens of thousands of people in the arena, only one person had correctly bet on all three matches in a row.
However, since the arena didn't record the audience members' personal information, they had no way of knowing who it was. They could only find the number of the Betting Device in that person's possession.
The staff member immediately reported, "Arena Master, Betting Device 3116 got every match right, winning a total of 16 million."
"Find the person who used that Betting Device tonight. Now!"
Soon, several Warriors entered the stands and headed straight for the target area, guided by the seat number linked to the Betting Device.
But Lu Feng had already left his seat and was heading toward the venue's exit.
After he had rigged the matches, the audience had turned against him.
Seeing so many furious faces and hearing curses ring out all around him, he felt that things were going badly.
So he decided to leave while he was ahead and get out of there as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, just as he reached the exit, several staff members blocked his way.
"Sorry, we're checking on an incident in the venue. No one can leave for the moment."
As one of them spoke, his gaze fell on the Betting Device in Lu Feng's hand, which he hadn't returned yet. When he saw the number, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Betting Device 3116 is here!"
At his shout, several people in charge rushed over and seized Lu Feng without giving him a chance to explain.
"What are you doing? I came here as a paying customer! What gives you the right to arrest me?"
Lu Feng struggled with all his might, but the people holding him were all Three Realm Martial Artists. The difference in strength was too great for him to break free.
To calm the crowd, the boy accused of rigging the matches was forcibly dragged to the center of the arena, where tens of thousands of spectators could see him.
The Host picked up the microphone and announced to the entire audience:
"Ladies and gentlemen, we sincerely apologize. There was indeed something unusual about tonight's matches. This young man used an unknown method to interfere with the results and win a huge prize."
"To make up for your losses, we will refund the full amount bet by everyone who placed a wager on the first three matches. As for this young man, who broke the rules, he will be severely punished."
After the announcement, Lu Feng was taken backstage to await his punishment.
An uproar erupted beneath the arena!
Many spectators still weren't convinced.
Could a teenager really control ferocious Exotic Beasts fighting each other?
The whole thing sounded absurd.
However, since their bets had been fully refunded, most of them had calmed down somewhat.
Among the tens of thousands of spectators, one man stared in shock when he recognized the face onstage. He stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.
It was Zheng Tong, the young master of the Zheng Family.
As the Vice City Lord's grandson, he was a regular at the Beast Fighting Arena and always bought a VIP seat in the inner stands, as close to the arena as possible.
He had seen clearly. The boy dragged onto the stage was none other than Lu Feng, his classmate—the same person whose place at Martial University he had taken!
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