Chen Ping felt so freaking good. In just a short while, he had won over a million yuan—how was this any different from robbing a bank?
Having won this money, the defeat by Young Master Du and the humiliation by Young Master Shen didn't seem worth mentioning anymore. In today's society, it's all about the money; with money, what can't be negotiated?
He had practiced martial arts diligently, joined the national martial arts team, but after all was said and done, wasn't it just for the sake of making money?
With his level of martial arts, participating in an international competition would only yield a prize of twenty or thirty thousand yuan, and even for a gold medal, the prize money wouldn't exceed a few hundred thousand yuan!
But today, just a bit of gambling on a match had made him over a million yuan. If he played his cards right and won another round tonight, he would have over ten million.
