Capable of Fulfilling Any Request

Fang Cheng's laughter sounded incredibly grating to the others.

To win by cheating and still be this arrogant was truly something.

Peng Jie sighed and handed the Five-Thunder Evil-Suppressing Talisman to Fang Cheng.

He didn't say anything aloud, but complained via Telepathy: "Brother, you could have mentioned you had this kind of ability earlier."

Fang Cheng replied: "We're hedging our bets. I'm covering for you. We're partners; it's all the same whether this talisman is in my hands or yours."

"..."

With Peng Jie taking the lead, the others—despite their reluctance—were all prominent figures who couldn't afford to welch on a bet in public, so they had no choice but to hand over their stakes to Fang Cheng.

Aziz took out a piece of parchment and tossed it to him; it contained the location of the Amon Temple.

Then came Apollonius's Crystal Skull and Joyce's Werewolf Ancestor Totem.

Finally, it was The Count's turn.

He stared at Fang Cheng for a long time before a lukewarm smile finally appeared on his expressionless face: "After the Night Banquet, news regarding your mother's remains will be delivered to you."

Fang Cheng gave an equally lukewarm reply: "Mr. Count, I trust there won't be any deception in this information?"

Dracula's expression turned serious: "I stake my honor on it."

Fang Cheng chuckled and nodded slightly.

Like hell I believe you. If Dracula didn't try to pull something with this information, Fang Cheng would write his own name backward.

After this exchange of ulterior motives, the unpleasant segment finally concluded.

Fang Cheng had assumed that after losing so much face, Dracula would be in a hurry to end the Night Banquet.

To his surprise, the man was completely unfazed.

The Night Banquet continued, and there was no shortage of entertainment; plays, operas, circuses, and