"It's fine. It's only three thousand merit points anyway. If I lose, I lose," Jiang Feng said casually.
Three thousand for a chance at ninety thousand. Losing would be no big deal, and the odds of winning were high. Long Haochen would not do anything he wasn't confident about.
Besides, Jiang Feng trusted the strength of Long Haochen, a fellow Child of Light. Even if his own strength fell short, he still had Haoyue, didn't he?
You're fine, but we're not!
Lin Xin and Lu Xi wailed inwardly, but couldn't let it show. They had set up this betting pool precisely to make a tidy profit.
Most of the bettors belonged to veteran Demon Hunt Squads. Who would have imagined that Long Haochen was stronger than an experienced demon hunter?
Seeing Jiang Feng's move, Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi, who stood beside him, caught on too. They hurried forward to increase their bets on Long Haochen, but Lin Xin and Lu Xi had already hastily packed up and announced that betting was closed.
Between Jiang Feng's bet and their own knowledge of Long Haochen, Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi could easily tell that Long Haochen was very confident of winning.
Otherwise, why would Lin Xin, who valued merit points as much as his own life, set up a betting pool here?
"Lin Xin, that's not fair," Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi complained after failing to increase their bets.
"Hehe, come earlier next time. We still have to get the Trading Center staff to certify the pool. We're short on time." Lin Xin and Lu Xi swiftly gathered their things and fled.
Watching their retreating figures, Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi suddenly had a bad feeling, and their expressions darkened.
"How much did you bet on Long Haochen?" Jiang Feng asked.