Xu Yuanqing, and this time even Zhao Zicheng, stared at him blankly.
Fifty percent?
Why not just rob someone?
No, robbery wouldn't make money this fast.
For a full half minute, there was no further activity on Yu Sheng's phone.
Just as they thought the deal had fallen through completely, the pleasant ringtone gently tugged at their heartstrings.
Two pairs of eyes shone like light bulbs as they fixed on Yu Sheng.
"Fifty percent is impossible. If the information really is worth it, I can give you thirty percent."
The person on the other end sounded drained, clearly no longer having the energy to match wits with Yu Sheng.
"Mm."
"All the freshmen were indeed seriously injured."
"I'm the one competing this time."
"I'm not injured."
Yu Sheng thought for a moment, then added that last sentence.
The breathing on the other end grew heavy. When the person spoke again, excitement had distorted their voice, which was no longer hoarse. "You're fucking entering the Freshman Tournament?"
"Right, right, you're a freshman too."
"Let me think..."
"Let me think..."
"According to the rules, you need at least two people on the field for the team competition, and your opponents will definitely have a full team of five..."
The person's voice gradually lowered, as though they were thinking something over.
Yu Sheng glanced at Zhao Zicheng, who was blinking blankly in the distance, and interjected, "I brought someone. He's eligible to compete."
"How strong is he?"
The question came from the other end.
Yu Sheng pondered. "Mm... they call him... the hype man?"
"Can you take on five alone?"
Immediately after asking, the person gave a derisive chuckle, seemingly at their own expense, and dropped the subject. "I think there's room to work with this. Over the next few days, I'll