The elder in the Tang suit looked at Chu Feng, grinding his teeth with venomous thoughts in his mind, "You'll be crying later."
The machine roared, the stone skin peeled off layer by layer, and everyone's hearts tightened with each falling fragment.
After four or five layers of stone skin had fallen away, there was still no mist, causing many people to shake their heads in disappointment.
"Young man, you'll regret not listening to your elders. I told you this is a worthless rock!" the elder in the Tang suit said somewhat smugly.
Chu Feng looked at him calmly and said, "Then do you dare to raise the stakes?"
The elder in the Tang suit, standing proudly, said, "What's there not to dare? If someone wants to give me money, why would I refuse? I'll add another hundred million!"
Having said this, the elder in the Tang suit looked toward Fatty Tang and said, "Dear nephew, you've chosen your friends poorly, and it seems the efforts of these years will be washed away."
