Mr. Jing quickly left with his tail between his legs, taking a pen and a piece of paper with him ... It seemed that the tall man's advice to him was effective.
"Judge, what's the lowest bet I can call now?" The man had just left when Feng bujue turned to the man in the suit and sunglasses.
"Round it down from one decimal place." The judge replied,"for example ... Your current holding amount is 102112, and 1% of it is 1021.12. You can discard the rest, so the minimum bet you can make in the 'gambling round' is 1021 dollars."
"Alright, I'll bet this amount." Feng bujue replied immediately.
"Oh?" When the tall man heard that, he immediately used a provocative tone to continue,"Hey, hey ... Mr. Crow, I only announced that I would only have 18 rounds. Is there a need to be so conservative?"
Brother Jue did not respond to that but replied,""May I ask how I should address you?"
