"Wyatt Barnes, what do you think?"
Centurion 'Declan Yorke' turned to Wyatt Barnes, seeking his opinion.
After all, it was Wyatt Barnes who initiated this bet.
"Wyatt Barnes, you can't chicken out now."
Simon Davies narrowed his eyes, blocking Wyatt Barnes's retreat.
"Centurion, I have no objections, just as Simon Davies said, please be our witness."
Wyatt Barnes gave a nod of his head.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Simon Davies was really considerate...
Simon Davies's pupils constricted, he didn't expect Wyatt Barnes to agree so readily.
"Wyatt Barnes, you wouldn't have secretly stashed away a fire starter, would you? If that's the case, this bet is meaningless."
Simon Davies looked cautiously at Wyatt Barnes.
"Rest assured, if I use a fire starter, consider it as my loss."
Wyatt Barnes laughed.
A fire starter?
Does he need it?
Simon Davies breathed a sigh of relief, "Those are your words."
"If none of you have any objections... this bet takes effect."
