Quill's eyes widened.
"Ten... ten billion? On Hulk?
Boss, you knew that big blond guy would lose?"
Su Ming smiled faintly, keeping his triumph to himself.
"Oh, I had Pietro place a little bet on Hulk to win.
After all, how could the Grandmaster let a newcomer defeat his headliner in his first appearance?
Simple business logic."
Everyone immediately understood, followed by another wave of heartache and regret.
"Ahhh! Why didn't I think of that?!"
"Why didn't you tell us earlier, Boss?!"
"Ten billion! It might not be much, but it's still money!"
Rocket beat his chest in frustration, wishing he could travel back a few minutes.
The others sighed as well, mourning the "little money" they had lost.
However, that annoyance was quickly replaced by another emotion.
They looked at the countless rare treasures on their bodies and in their bags, treasures they had just looted from the Grandmaster's vault and that were worth far more than ten billion.
Then they thought about Su Ming leading them to directly empty out the Grandmaster's lair...
What did losing that little bet matter?
Compared to what they had gained this time, it was practically nothing!
"Ahem... We lost a little, but compared to the score we pulled with the boss—
It's not worth mentioning!"
Quill immediately changed his tune and said with a grin.
"That's right, that's right!
The boss is still awesome!
He went straight for the other guy's nest!"
Rocket hurriedly echoed him, hugging his backpack full of treasures.
Drax nodded hard.
"The boss's strategy was correct! Taking things directly is what a real man does! Betting is far too petty!"
Even Yondu merely snorted, though satisfaction was written all over his face.
At that moment, everyone felt even deeper admiration and gratitude toward Su Ming—
Thank goodness this