"Of course, there's 100 million in here. Go and bet on me winning."
100 million?
The manager's eyes widened, not daring to reach out to take the card Fang Yuan handed over.
"What are you still standing there for? Go!"
Being questioned by Fang Yuan, only then did the manager come back to his senses, but the shock of 100 million still lingered on his face. The big shots in the private room were only playing with a few million, or tens of millions of lottery tickets.
Unlike Fang Yuan, he had 100 million right off the bet. If he already had 100 million, why would he still fight to the death on stage?
With doubts in his heart, the manager's attitude became even more respectful,
"Lord Sweep the Horizon, if you bet 100 million, you will be able to get 120 million after you win."
120 million?
Although it was not a lot, it was enough to buy the iron gryphon.
Fang Yuan settled the bet.
