"No problem." Xu Wenping smiled lightly. "Someone is giving me money. What's the problem with that?" he said.
"Humph! Brat, how arrogant. How do you know that I will definitely lose?"
"The results will be out soon. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."
Xu Wenping pointed at the cage and said, "Watch carefully. In less than five minutes, the two of them will definitely be able to determine the winner."
Hearing his words, Song Haiyang and the others immediately stared at the iron cage.
Although 1 million yuan was nothing to Song Haiyang, it would be very embarrassing if he really lost.
As for Zhao Siman, she didn't care about the hostility between the two sides, nor did she care about the bet.
Her eyes were fixed on the iron cage. She really wanted to know if what Xu Wenping said was right.
The two people in the iron cage had already fought until neither side had much strength left.
