Meanwhile, in the martial arts club of Mingde University, club president Fang Ranran was talking to an emaciated old man in black Hanfu through a video projection in her office.
"Uncle Cai, are there really so many people betting now? 4 billion federal dollars, is that true?"
Fang Ranran was utterly astonished as she looked at the electronic spreadsheet provided by the other party: "Are there so many people who are optimistic about Jin Tianchen?"
"How could our Hongtian Gang deceive a young lady of your stature? It's not that people are optimistic about Jin Tianchen, but the odds of your betting pool are too chaotic."
The emaciated old man forced a smile and said, "Jin Tianchen is 1 to 3 for the win, and you haven't even offered odds for Lin Rui's victory. In the entire underground world, there are none as reckless as yours, miss. Perhaps you could adjust the odds a bit? Maybe take some bets on Lin Rui's side for a hedge?"
