[ Ding, congratulations, Host, for completing the halftime prediction challenge. You have received 10 points. ]
[ Congratulations, Host, you have received £18.8 million. It has been transferred to your account. Please check it. ]
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When a gambling dog made a move, you knew whether they had it or not!
All three bets hit—prediction challenges were just that simple and enjoyable!
£18.8 million + £18.3 million + £40.4 million...?
That equaled £77.5 million!
Then subtract £30 million...?
That equaled £47.5 million!
With those three brainless bets, Li Xian had made a bloody profit of £47.5 million in pocket money, plus 30 points.
A few small goals... were hardly worth mentioning. The points were what mattered.
Thirty points meant one mysterious little gift pack, and its value far exceeded a few hundred million in pocket money. Of course, it could also be a complete rip-off.
Still, getting points felt great. Getting points was awesome!
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The joy of Gambling Dog Xian was just that simple and dull.
During the fifteen-minute halftime break, Li Xian took a trip to the locker room. After seeing the manager and players, he did not bother with a single word of pointless encouragement. He dropped off a box of cash and immediately left.
Just throw money at the problem. Absolutely no extra bullshit...!
That was Brother Xian's style—simple and brutal!
Back in the VIP box, Li Xian brought up the system interface. Based on Juan Mata's form and performance in the first half, he did not hesitate to place a heavy bet on the diminutive forward.
[ Manchester United's No. 8 forward Mata to score twice: odds 8.25. ]
[ ...Mata to score a hat trick: odds 13.88. ]
[ Ding, Host has placed twenty bets! ]
[ Ding, does Host wish to