A bet?
Betting on Xiao Wu to win?
Wasn't that just giving away money?
Di yihong smiled. "You can bet, but tip first."
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"Of course I'll keep my word. Xiao Wu can't win anyway."
Di yihong laid it all out--
"The point is to make Tang San think he's won a crushing victory, only to discover he's been collectively backstabbed in the end."
"With a bunch of undercover agents protecting him, how could Xiao Wu possibly win?"
--Not to mention him, the referee, rigging things behind the scenes.
No reply came from the other side.
The cost of speaking even once was too high. They would wait and see.
Di yihong flashed out of the God Realm Fragment.
"Whoosh--"
"Whoosh--"
Two figures flew over his head. It was Ma Hongjun fleeing, with Dai Mubai in pursuit.
There was a full nine-level gap between them. Ma Hongjun could only barely keep Dai Mubai at bay through the agility of his Flight Soul Skill against Dai Mubai's Flying Soul Tool.
But Soul Power would eventually run out. Being caught was only a matter of time.
"Dai the Boss, stop chasing me!" Ma Hongjun was nearly in tears. "I hid in a water bucket in the kitchen, somewhere so well-concealed. How did you even find me?"
"Ha!" Dai Mubai laughed. "A junior schoolmate I just started seeing at Heaven Dou Royal Academy recognized you and told me."
Ma Hongjun gritted his teeth in fury!
He was an undercover agent!
Wouldn't it be too much of a waste to get eliminated just like that?
He made another sharp turn and shook off Dai Mubai.
Then he spotted Di yihong.
His eyes