The staff member glanced at Ning Che, his mouth unable to hide his happiness.
A bet of fifty thousand isn't small, and the chances of the Asian face winning are very low, definitely ensuring a big profit.
After Ning Che placed his bet, others followed suit, making the scene quite intense for a while.
But the majority were betting on Lin Yi to lose.
In the ring, Lin Yi's opponent looked at him provocatively:
"When the match starts, you better kneel and concede, otherwise I'll break your legs."
"Come on, give me a chance, we're all just trying to make a living, show some face."
"I'm afraid not," Number 75 shrugged and said:
"You're an Asian, you should be out working, washing dishes. This is where real men belong, not suitable for you."
"Then, there's no choice. It's all up to luck now."
Number 75 squinted, "May God bless you."
"May God bless you too."
At this moment, the referee came up, standing between the two and said, "Are you all ready?"
