"A draw? Disgusting me? Are you being sarcastic here?"
Young Master Qi let go of Number Thirteen with a cold snort and returned to Room 10. At the same time, he said disdainfully," There are still five rounds left. Keep betting. You haven't won yet. Don't be happy too early."
"Let's continue then." Lin Yi nodded.
Chunfeng looked at Lin Yi deeply.
His stance had changed, and he hoped that Number Thirteen would continue winning as Lin Yi wished.
After all, as long as the person was alive, the clues to the demigod would not be lost.
The sixth round started very quickly.
Young Master Qi thought of a new method, but the final result was as expected. Number Thirteen had the last laugh.
"Six to zero. You've already lost. There's no need to compete anymore, right?"
Zhao Feng did not hide the joy and excitement on her face.
Young Master Qi's face darkened, and he didn't know how to retort.
