Geng Shu blinked and handed all her winnings to Xiao Hong. "Me too!"
Xiao Hong had nothing to say to that and could only take the banknotes.
After much deliberation, Old Man Quan handed his banknotes over as well.
"Me too. I'm betting on Wang Shuo to win! Xu Tong might be an annoying brat, but his judgment has rarely been wrong. I reckon those who heed advice keep their bellies full."
Xiao Cui looked unhappy too, but she still had to do as she was told.
Once they had left, Geng Shu said, "Have we won too much? Those maids' expressions didn't look quite right."
"Of course they looked unhappy." Old Man Quan chuckled. "Xu Tong really hit the nail on the head this time."
"This place is out to fleece people today. Yang Rufeng has won thirty matches, and they've bet on him every time. Just imagine how much they've made."
"And how much profit the organizers have lost! Once Yang Rufeng loses today, they'll have to cough up everything they've won."
"Huh?" Geng Shu was shocked. "They're that underhanded? But what if everyone doesn't bet that much?"
Old Man Quan pursed his lips. "Even a Saint Martial fighter lost the last match. That proves how skilled Yang Rufeng is. Anyone with eyes can see he's practically invincible!"
"Who wouldn't want to win back their last loss, principal and interest? Once the excitement goes to their heads, aren't they just lining up to lose?"
Geng Shu let out a long breath. "So that's how it is. Looks like I was too naive. Not one of these people is any good."
"You have a good eye, sir," Xu Tong said with a smile. "For once, we agree!"
"Do you think I've lived all these centuries for nothing?" Old Man