This gambling game wasn't like the previous bids of three or five billion, where billions could be lost or won without much concern, but ten billion, to win would indeed yield a huge windfall, yet to lose meant a substantial loss!
At this moment, the entire hall was filled with an uncommon silence. A bet of ten billion was something only the eight great families had the strength and capital for; even if others were given the chance, they lacked the means.
Standing on the stage with a Centurion Black Gold Card in his hand, Chu Mo's gaze settled on a group of bigwigs in the center, his eyes brimming with calmness, showing not the slightest ripple of emotion.
After a moment, seeing that the entire hall remained utterly still, he stood up straight and said evenly,
