"Heh, if you did that, I'd be the one taking a huge loss."
Zhao Linchuan took a betting slip from his Soul Tool and handed it to Bibi Dong.
"Take a look. Our family's struck it rich."
"In a few days, once the competition's over, I'll use gold to build you all a house to live in."
Bibi Dong took the slip and glanced down at it.
It was an elegant betting slip, printed with the bookmaker's emblem and the details of the wager. A long string of zeroes followed the number.
"Oh my god?!"
Bibi Dong exclaimed in shock, her eyes instantly going wide and her mouth opening so far an egg could fit inside.
"One to nine?"
"Two hundred million Gold Soul Coins?!"
She lowered her head and checked the slip again to make sure she hadn't misread it, then looked back up at Zhao Linchuan with an exaggerated expression.
"Can the bookmaker really pay out that much?"
"If they can't pay in cash, they can make it up with something else."
Zhao Linchuan took back the slip and spoke as he walked.
"Did you bring your Pope Token?"
"Get some people over here right away. We're going to surround them. Don't let them escape."
"I brought it. I'll go get people right now!"
"Wait for me!"
Bibi Dong replied and hurried off at a jog.
After Bibi Dong left, Zhao Linchuan continued on, with Yan Lingji walking beside him.
"Come on, my lady." Zhao Linchuan turned his head and glanced at Yan Lingji. "I'll take you to meet them."
"No wonder you went out of your way to send Dong'er away." Yan Lingji looked at him with an amused expression. "If she found out you were keeping women on the side, she'd tear you limb from limb."