At that moment, Zhao Dengtian wanted nothing more than to eat Jing Yan alive.
He was breathing heavily from rage. His face and neck had flushed a deep red, and his gaze was locked dead on Jing Yan.
"Oh, right. Zhao Piece-of-sh*t, if you dislike me that much, why don't you bet on Li Tianfu? You still have a few minutes to place your bet before the time is up, after all." Jing Yan narrowed his eyes all of a sudden, and his tone became considerably milder.
Jing Yan knew that Zhao Dengtian was loaded.
It would be great for Jing Yan if Zhao Dengtian bet against him. The higher the bet Zhao Dengtian placed on Li Tianfu, the higher Jing Yan's odds would become for the upcoming battle.
Zhao Dengtian's eyes flashed when he heard Jing Yan say that.
He took a deep breath and looked at Administrator Li behind him.
