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 money spent is

all that money would only convince everyone that he's

kept yapping around him, Gene remained nonchalant as he

around them

"Sir, Gene Pearce has

Pearce? Really?" Jaden appeared surprised and laughed coolly, "Now that's a

was actually afraid

saying he didn't take the ten strikes bet?" Jaden was at once shocked and annoyed. "Hmph. It seems he really has no faith in us!" "Sir,

saying he took the hundred strikes

finish, exclaiming in disbelief, "What's Gene Pearce's problem?! This

"He didn't

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