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?"

believe

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

that money would only convince everyone that

yapping around him, Gene remained nonchalant as he continued

vibes around them

Titus, "Sir, Gene Pearce has arrived and just made a hundred million

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

uh..." The servant was

didn't take the ten strikes bet?" Jaden was at once

you saying he took the hundred

even before the servant could finish, exclaiming in disbelief, "What's Gene Pearce's

butted in, pursing his parched lips as he braced himself and said, "He didn't bet on you... He's betting on the other side!" "What?!" Jaden's eyes went

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