A few of the scions heard it and chuckled.
To these rich youths, what was five silvers? Even if they dropped it on the ground, they would not bother picking it up.
"Ten silvers then!" Wen Dabao’s face flushed.
"Come on. How about this, four of us will wager you 500 silvers for a total of 2000. I am sure you have enough silvers?"
"2... 2000?!" Wen Dabao felt sick.
...
The competition continued to heat up but without incident. Names appeared on the tablet at the finish line.
More than half of the people had already passed the second tablet.
Fang Zhengzhi’s name continued not to appear, almost as if he had disappeared.
Wen Dabao stared at the tablet, murmuring to himself and praying for a miracle to happen.
The four others involved in the wager just smiled leisurely by the side.
Even if Fang Zhengzhi had the Snow Jade now, it was unlikely that he would be able to catch up to the competition.
