In just a few minutes, the amount wagered had reached 230 billion Federal Coins.
Even Feng Hetang, who came from a prominent family, was stunned by the figure. His entire family could probably be sold off and still not raise that much money.
If he lost the bet, even selling everything he owned probably wouldn't be enough to pay up.
At the thought, Feng Hetang felt a little uneasy. "Everyone, don't get carried away. Peace brings profit, so why make such a big deal out of this? A little gambling is fun, but too much is harmful. Losing this much money would be bad for everyone."
"I think we should all keep things low-key."
He offered his suggestion.
"Low-key, my ass! You weren't saying that just now. You were acting all high and mighty, just like your boss. You said you'd bet as much as we wanted, but now we've only bet a couple hundred billion and you're scared? Tucking your tail between your legs?" Seeing Feng Hetang looking nervous and ready to back down, one of the Core Students burst out laughing and tried to provoke him.
He had been wondering whether the fatso had suddenly proposed this bet because he had some kind of scheme up his sleeve, or whether that bastard Xia Ping had set a trap.
Now it was obvious. The fatso was just too young and hotheaded, and had spoken without thinking.
If that was the case, how could they pass up the chance to fleece Feng Hetang for a fortune?
"Scared? The word 'scared' doesn't exist in my dictionary."
Feng Hetang puffed out his chest. "But I'm worried about you lot. If you lose all this money and can't make ends meet, what if you come begging me for food? My family isn't a