As everyone looked on in confusion, Gene snorted, whipped out his checkbook, and wrote a dazzling number.

"Hmph. In that case-I'm betting a hundred million on the mysterious martial elite to win."

Though Gene stated that number very calmly, the bookie dropped on his rear in shock.

But that was Gene Pearce for you-he really went all out from the first stroke.

In fact, the total bets at the moment totaled up to just 500 million, which means Gene bet made up a fifth of it!

Everyone around him gasped, but they soon came to their senses.

"Wait... Which bet did he make?"

"The fourth!"

"What? Has he gone senile?"

could he believe that Jaden Favoni would

get it. The man doesn't care who wins-the

Throwing away all that money would only convince everyone that he's

Gene remained nonchalant as he continued his jovial chat with

around them were certainly

reported to Titus, "Sir, Gene Pearce has

and laughed coolly, "Now that's a big bet. So which

servant was actually afraid

at once shocked and annoyed.

you saying he

the servant could finish, exclaiming in disbelief,

pursing his parched lips as he braced himself and said, "He didn't bet on you... He's betting on the

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