Brandon Piers looked at the scores on the electronic screen and the amount in the betting pool, which had already surpassed ten billion.
Outside, the frenzied roars continued. Hundreds of gamblers had gathered here today, but Brandon had lost interest in staying.
"Luke Scout, you take care of the rest." Throwing down this line, Brandon stood up.
"You're just going to leave me here alone?" Luke glanced at the man who had obviously lost his composure, deliberately trying to rile him up.
"Alone? Among those people down there, there aren't at least ten plainclothes officers? There are at least four or five, right?" Brandon glanced at the dense crowd below. In the middle of the crowd, a boxing match was taking place with cheers all around. He was still confident in Luke's ability.
