"Huh? What's going on?" the middle-aged woman furrowed her brow.
"Manager, the situation is like this..." The waiter recounted what had just happened.
"So that's how it is!" The middle-aged woman nodded her head.
"A contest, huh? Fine, I won't make it difficult for you. I'll join in your bet, and I bet his money is more than yours."
"Me, wearing nothing but cheap street stall clothes? You really trust me that much?" Xiaohao said with a playful tone.
"You have a distinctive aura about you! I trust my intuition," the middle-aged woman said.
"Heh." Xiaohao chuckled.
"Hmph! Let's have the contest then. You think I'm scared of you? If it's a competition, there should be stakes!" Fatty sneered.
"What stakes do you want?" Xiaohao asked.
"First, whoever loses has to give their money to the winner! Second, if you lose, I want you two to kneel down and apologize to us by knocking your heads to the ground!" Fatty said.
