Second Entry

The struggle for resources had always been a battleground for cultivators.

Wu Chao was preparing to return to the royal court to compete for the last batch of high-level cultivation resources available, while Zhang Xuezhou, after regaining consciousness, received a message from Zhang Manqian.

"Dear little brother, our chance to make a fortune is here. 8 Gubei Road. Love you, mwah!"

Zhang Xuezhou read the message aloud.

For someone like Zhang Manqian, who had buried her head in a pile of money, expressions like "dear little brother" and "love you, mwah" only appeared when she stood to gain something.

At other times, Zhang Xuezhou felt it was rare to hear even a few mildly gentle words from her.

"8 Gubei Road?"

Clearly, Zhang Manqian was going to take part in another sequencer arena fight.

For this woman with her head buried in a pile of money, getting Zhang Xuezhou into an underground casino to turn a profit was a top priority.

Multiplying ten thousand by six was not a huge sum, but multiplying sixty thousand by six was another matter entirely.

And multiplying three hundred and sixty thousand by six again would produce a sum enough to send more than ninety percent of people into uncontrollable excitement.

That much money could even buy an extremely spacious single-floor apartment outright in Western Capital City. With a little more, buying a small villa would be no great problem either.

It was no wonder Zhang Manqian kept bringing it up.

As long as they could turn a profit twice more, as they had at Weiyang Martial Arts School, they would be like emancipated serfs breaking into song.

Compared with legitimate ways of making money, gambling was undoubtedly the riskiest undertaking, but also the most profitable.

It was not a good undertaking, but with