The housekeeper said expressionlessly, "I'm afraid I must speak frankly, Young Master, you just lost the bet of 1,000 stars. Now your account balance is zero."
The chubby guy was bewildered, taking three seconds before his eyes reddened.
He was about to cry—（ㄒｏㄒ）.
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The excitement of the match was supposed to be of utmost importance, but the audience rapidly decided that the outcome of the bet was even more crucial—The results were in!
Holy shit! Wrapped up in just a minute and thirty seconds!
"I placed a bet, damn it! 100 stars!"
"Pfft, just 100, I bet 500! I bet on the yet-to-be-decided team to win, at 2:4 odds. Damn, I can take back four times the money, a clear profit of 1,500!"
Insanity!
The spectators in the stands were going crazy!
They had seen those posts, which speculated with such certainty on Qin Yu and the Prophet's abilities and identities that many had gambled on them, hoping for a stroke of luck.
