Wang Ji seemed to have discovered something amusing. "Hey! Is your name William?"
The white man's eyes lit up. "You know me? I'm William—William Edison, from the ancient aristocratic William Family of the European Union!"
Wang Ji grinned. "You want to compete with me? One billion? Not enough!"
"Not enough?" William said in surprise. "You're pretty rich, huh? Chinese?"
Wang Ji said, "I have an intelligent fighter parked at the helipad in the residential area. How about I use that as the wager?"
William and his white friends, along with the dozen or so trainees watching, all stared wide-eyed in shock. "What! You have an intelligent fighter?!"
"My God, an intelligent fighter—how much is that worth?"
William cried out in disbelief, "Impossible! How could you afford an intelligent fighter? That's worth at least a hundred billion! You're bluffing me, aren't you? You don't dare bet against me, so you're trying to scare me, right?"
Wang Ji laughed. "Looks like you're poor! Then tell me, how much are you betting? Don't bother if it's too little!"
William gritted his teeth and discussed it with his white friends for a while before glaring at him. "I'll bet eight billion! Do you even have eight billion? Chinese, don't tell me you can't even come up with eight billion?"
Wang Ji said, "I'll use the intelligent fighter as collateral. If I lose, I'll pay the eight billion within an hour, not a cent less."
"You're a liar! You don't have an intelligent fighter at all!" William suddenly realized, looking at him with contempt.
Shi Jiang said, "I believe Wang Ji. Wang Ji, I'll front the eight billion for you!"
Wang Ji nodded. "Thank you, Senior Brother Shi Jiang. Don't worry. If I lose, I'll repay you immediately."
The two sides quickly transferred their respective