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

get it. The man doesn't care

money would only convince everyone that

Gene remained nonchalant

vibes around them were certainly

Titus, "Sir, Gene Pearce

"Now that's a big bet. So

was actually afraid to

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

are you saying he

before the servant could finish, exclaiming in disbelief,

said, "He didn't bet on you... He's betting on

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