The Wager of Life!

"Of course."

Qin Guan nodded with a smile, then looked at Zi Qing beside him. "Give me ten billion Dao Stones."

At that, Zi Qing's beautiful eyes widened. "Why should I provide the wager for your bet with him? Besides, aren't you rich?"

Qin Guan's mouth twitched. He sent her a voice transmission. "Don't pretend you don't know. You know perfectly well whether I have ten billion."

Yesterday, he'd made twenty billion. He'd given half to Shen Chi to help him gather Blood Qi Resources, and pocketed the rest.

Then, last night, the Shopkeeper of Immortal Pavilion had come to settle accounts in the middle of the night, asking him to pay the bill for his Senior Brothers and those War Criminals from Heaven Punishment Prison.

When the Shopkeeper put the bill in front of Qin Guan, he was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected it to come to a staggering 1.5 billion!

Qin Guan thought Immortal Pavilion was deliberately extorting him. There were nearly eighty of them—how could they have spent so much in less than half a month?

But when the Shopkeeper handed him the itemized bill, Qin Guan was left speechless.

The list was packed with records of visits to the Second Floor to call for girls. All seventy-five men had done it without exception, and they'd clearly been unable to stop themselves.

What surprised Qin Guan most was that Ming Wang, usually so obedient and sensible, sat at the top of the list. That old dog had once called five girls at a time to enjoy himself on the Second Floor.

Even Great Emperors couldn't resist the temptations of Immortal Pavilion, where one could drown in pleasure and forget the world.

"Heh, he was just swaggering around and making grand claims about betting ten billion. I bet he