"Ten million?" The crowd exchanged astonished glances when they heard him
. Ordinary citizens couldn't even
dream of earning that much money in their lifetime. How could Dustin make
such a bold statement?
"Do you even have that kind of money?" Abigail asked, shocked and anxious
.
"Come on, don't show off when you don't even have that much money. You'll
only end up embarrassing yourself." Mike said scornfully, giving Dustin
a disdainful look. Although he dared not challenge the chubby man again,
he still had the audacity to look down on Dustin. There was no way he bel
ieved a shabby–
looking country bumpkin could win against someone as wealthy as Chubster.
"You're just spouting nonsense to show off, right? Well, let's see how th
is ends!" Nina snorted, not believing
that someone like Dustin would have ten million dollars.
"Who the fuck said that?" Surprised, Chubster glanced around the room fro
stily.
"It was me." Dustin stood up slowly, his stare icy.
"Are you challenging me?" Chubster sneered. "Are you sure a beggar like y
ou has ten million dollars?"
"And what if I do?" Dustin retorted.
"Then you can have the girl. If you don't, you'll have to get on your kne
es in front of everyone and bark like a
dog!" Chubster taunted.
Upon hearing that, the crowd roared enthusiastically. After all, the show
had gone from just competing with
money to verbal insults.
"Why don't we just let this go? Fighting against someone like him is poin
tless." Abigail advised Dustin. Truth be told, she doubted Dustin as well
. After all, he wouldn't
be staying in her home if he had ten million dollars.
"Of course not. He challenged me, so how can I back down now?" Dustin rep
lied nonchalantly.
"But this is ten million dollars we're talking about, not one million!" A
bigail cried, feeling desperate. She
dreaded the thought of seeing Dustin bark like a dog for the chubby man.
"Don't worry. It's just ten million dollars. No biggie," Dustin answered
with a smile.
"Do you think you're a billionaire? Just ten million dollars? Yeah, right
." Nina snorted. How could a country bumpkin like him have ten million do
llars when even someone as rich as Mike was struggling?
"Let him be. We should just let him keep acting." Mike smiled cooly.
"Hey! What are you guys mumbling about over there?" Chubster shouted. "Ar
e you going to do it or not? Get lost if you're not. You're ruining my mo
od!"
"Who says I'm not going to?" Dustin smirked. "But we should make it fair.
The person who loses has to kneel and bark like a dog. How about that?"
"Are you trying to scare me? Ha, you're on!" Chubster retorted boldly. "I
'll get down on my knees and start barking if you can produce ten million
dollars."
"We have a deal." Dustin smiled and pulled out his card, tossing it to th
e owner. "I'd like to treat that lady to ten million dollars."
"Are you serious?" The owner gripped the card, bewildered. His entire est
ablishment wasn't even worth that much money.
"Why would I lie? Swipe it. The PIN is 666666," Dustin replied calmly.
"Alright, then." The owner gulped and ran to the counter to process the r
equest.
Chubster started feeling nervous when he saw how confident Dustin was. "D
on't tell me that shabby kid
actually has that much money," he thought.
The rest of the crowd also began exchanging uncertain glances.