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

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

away all that money

kept yapping around him, Gene remained nonchalant as he continued his jovial

around them

the Favoni family reported to Titus, "Sir, Gene Pearce has arrived and just

"Now that's a big bet. So which bet did he

was actually

Are you 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!"

he

before the servant could finish, exclaiming in disbelief, "What's Gene Pearce's problem?! This is

servant quickly butted in, pursing his parched lips as he braced himself and said, "He didn't

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