Zhao Feipeng held these things and laughed, "Junior brother, do you really want to bleed the banker dry?"
"Anyway, this stupid kid is loaded, who cares about him!" That junior brother laughed, "If we win, that's a hundred cars, man. When we go back, we can give two to each person and have fun together!"
"Hahaha..."
The crowd laughed uproariously, as if they had already secured the victory. They were not worried about Su Yang not making good on the bets, because Su Yang was one of the owners of Hidden Dragon Villa. How could he possibly not honor the bets?
While the others were still tentatively placing their bets, Huang Yang came down holding a pile of money and slapped it down in front of Su Yang: "A million, on him not kneeling and begging for mercy. Plus, I'm betting this car too, kid, do you dare to take it?"
Su Yang just smiled lightly, saying, "No problem, don't talk about betting a car. You could bet your house or your wife, and I'd take it!"
