"Crazy. Bati has completely lost his mind."
"He actually dared to sign a contract with Supervisor Jacob. What was he thinking? Does he have a hole in his head?!"
"He definitely does—a hole like the kind made by getting his head caught in a door. If he loses, not only will he be stripped of everything, but he'll also stink for ten thousand years."
"A ton of shit—how is he supposed to eat that? Mix it with rice?!"
"But Bati might not necessarily lose."
"Bullshit. Scamming one billion Universal Coins in two months—do you really think money gets blown in on the wind, that it's so easy to make?"
"Exactly. If Bati wanted to bet with me, I'd definitely take it too. It's a sure-win bet."
"If he has that much money, he might as well give it to me. Throwing it all away like that—Bati really is an idiot."
Inside the Mission Hall, countless Illusion Race members were talking among themselves, dumbfounded. They had never imagined that Bati would agree to such a foolish wager. Every one of them thought the kid must have water in his brain.
They all looked at Xia Ping with deep sympathy.
Xia Ping ignored the others and headed straight out of the Mission Hall.
But the moment he left, a figure suddenly appeared ahead of him. It was a woman, quite mature-looking, around thirty years old. A powerful Lightning Tribulation Realm aura emanated from her body, scarcely weaker than Supervisor Jacob's.
"Bati, have you gone mad? Why did you sign a contract like that with Jacob? Was your end not miserable enough for you, or are you trying to kill yourself?" The woman in blue frowned at Xia Ping, clearly displeased.
"Who are you?"
Xia Ping raised an eyebrow.
"Who am I? We